“Yes, daddy,” I purr, nodding my head as we smile at one another.
“That’s my good girl,” he gruffs, smacking my ass again so hard I yelp, “now, get that sweet ass on daddy’s bike. I am taking you home so I can punish you for the rest of the night. Too bad I think you will enjoy that punishment,” he says with a laugh as I rush over to his bike to climb on.
When he climbs on, I wrap myself around him, breathing deep his scent. It’s oil and fresh air and something warm and I love it. And I love him. I feel as if he loves me for who I am—someone who makes bad choices sometimes, who is impulsive and reckless, and who maybe won’t ever be able to run a dishwasher or make a meal. But he makes me want try.
Before he heads home, he takes me through the streets on a long ride, knowing how much riding on the back of his bike turns me on. By the time we do reach the house, I am vibrating with need. After he climbs off the bike, he spins me on the seat and before I know what he is doing, I am spread out over the gas tank, my skirt is flipped up, and his face is between my legs.
“Oh God!” I shout when he licks me open, and I start to convulse as an orgasmbearsdown on me.
“That’s a good girl. Show daddy how much you need him to please you, baby girl,” he hums against my soaked sex, licking at me salaciously.
Before I can say a word, not that I have words after that, he hauls me over his shoulder and carries me inside. He heads right for the bedroom, swatting my ass when I squirm a little to test him. I giggle against his back, loving how aggressive he is with me. Parker flips me back on the bed and I watch as he strips out of his clothes and jerks his head at me to do the same.
Once I am naked, I lie back, waiting for him to dole out whatever punishment he wants to give. As he looms over me, dark and beautiful, tears fill my eyes. I love him so deeply, so fast, so completely, and it should scare me. Who falls in love in less than a week? I mean, I guess I am my mother’s daughter. Parker stills, his eyes going from feral to adoring.
“I love you,” he whispers as he slides his hands up my body, crawling over me slowly, “I love you Perri. I never knew I could love someone at all, let alone the way I love you. I almost fucked it up, I almost lost you by being stubborn. By being selfish. I won’t ever risk losing you again. Not ever,” he swears, bending over me to press kisses where my tears fall, across my brow, and at my lips.
“I love you, Parker. I should never have left here yesterday. I should have waited for you to come home so we could talk it out. The way adults do. I won’t leave you again. We will always talk things out, I promise.”
No punishment comes tonight. When he pushes inside of me, we both cry out as our connection flickers to life between us again. Pleasure roils off of us as we move together, no dirty talk or daddy play is needed. We spend hours pleasing each other and I lose count of my orgasms.
We talk until late about the things two people in love talk about. Our dreams, our goals, what kind of ice cream we like, and how we both like spicy foods. Parker tells me about his best friend Bennie who was hurt and how guilty he felt about not being there.
We decide to go see him in the morning together. I hold him close as he tells me how hard it would be to lose him because it is his only friend. When I tell him that is not true—he has Grant, my mother, and me, he smiles and tells me weare nothis friends.
“Friends? No, babygirl...my family,” he declares as he brings me astride him, “you, pet, you are my everything. You will be my wife, give me babies, and always be my good little girl,” he teases, lifting me by the waist as he sits up to slam me down on his waiting cock.
Yes, I will always be his good girl. And he will always be my fly-boy daddy.