Sugar Daddy Sweetheart

by L. Nicole

  “Brandi,” I rumble, my voice hoarse with hunger, her taste in my mouth, my need almost out of control. I quickly take off my pants and anything else I have on that will keep me from being skin against skin with her. I don’t want a single thing between us. Brandi opens her eyes and watches me, and I smile at her. I figure the smile is predatory, but I can’t stop it. I feel like a hunter, and she’s my prey—my reward.

  “Spread those legs wide for Daddy, baby,” I growl, waiting to see how she will react. I don’t want to scare her. But I need her to know the dark hunger I possess when it comes to her, there is no going back.

  I’m never letting her go.

  “Jack,” she breathes.

  “You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

  Her teeth come down to worry her lower lip as she watches me. She opens her legs wider as I slowly, release a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. Her sweet little tongue comes out to lick her lips.

  “Yes, Jac… Yes, Daddy,” she responds tentatively.

  “There you go, baby. Already trying to please me. You’re fucking perfection.” I reach down and take her hand in mine bringing it up to my hard length. I wrap her fingers around my shaft letting her get used to the feel of me.

  “Jack,” she gasps, her hips squirming beneath me, letting me know that she’s hungry for more.

  “Do you like my cock, baby girl? It’s for you, all for you,” I squeeze her hand that’s wrapped around my length, needing her to know she doesn’t need to be gentle. I reluctantly let her go unable to wait any longer. “Look at me Brandi, watch as you take me,” I order her, pressing my cock against the lips of her pussy. They immediately give way, enveloping me in her sweet, wet juices. I slide against her making sure I’m covered in her sweetness. It will make it easier for both of us, but fuck, she’s so wet I’ll be able to glide balls deep without a thought. My gaze goes to her pussy, the swollen button of her clit calls to me, and I press my cock against it hard then pull back and slap my cock there. The smacking sound echoes around as my heavy head connects with her soaking wet pussy.

  “Oh, God,” she cries, her entire body vibrating beneath me.

  “Who owns your pussy now, Brandi?” I ask, letting my fingers tease her swollen lips while I use my dick to spank her again.

  “You… You do, Jack.”

  I drop down so I’m whispering in her ear. The shift in movement causes my dick to slip, and she tightens her thighs against my body trying to capture me, wanting me inside of her. My hand goes to her ass, tightening against her cheek with bruising force as I hold her still.

  “When I’m in bed with you baby girl, I’m in control. I’ll give you what you need. I’ll give you everything.”

  “God, yes,” she moans, her head going back and forth as I rock my cock against her.

  “But I’ll give it to you when I want you to have it.”

  “Please,” she whimpers, as I let the head of my cock slip against her entrance, torturing both of us.

  “Please what? What does my baby call me when I want her to please me, Brandi?”

  “Daddy….” She says the words right away, no hesitation, nothing. Our gazes lock and looking at my woman so turned on that she can barely breathe, desire darkening her eyes, I know that this woman is my future.

  She’s everything.

  “Take a deep breath,” I grunt, biting into the lobe of her ear. I position myself better at her entrance, my gaze locked on her. “Look at me, Brandi. I want you to look at my face when I claim you. I want to see your eyes the moment you become mine completely.

  “Okay,” she whispers.

  I lick one of my fingers and drop it down to tease a swollen nipple, pulling on it and worrying it until I can feel her body tremble. Then, I thrust all the way inside of her, tearing through her virginity, and sinking to the hilt.

  Brandi cries out, her fingers biting into me, her nails scratching into my back. Her pussy feels like satin and clutches my cock like a damn glove. I hold myself still, waiting for her to become accustomed to me. I’m not small, and Jesus, it feels like heaven inside of her.

  She’s so tight.

  “I feel you, Jack… I feel you.”

  “I’m going to start moving now, baby. It may hurt but breathe through it. I promise it will get better.”

  “Okay….”

  At first, I’m barely moving in and out of her sweet cunt, using my hand to hold her where I want her. I have a hold of her calf, and I hike it up onto my hip as my thrusts increase. I angle each downward glide, searching for that elusive spot that I know will bring her the most pleasure.

  “I like that,” she gasps.

  Soon, her hips begin to rock, and with every thrust inside her tight, little cunt, she pushes up to meet me. She’s close, I can feel it in her movements and the way she’s milking my cock.

  “Are you going to come for me, baby girl?” It might be phrased like a question, but it’s much more of a demand. I’m working her body like a fucking instrument, and I’m the master.

  “Yes, oh God, I can feel it happening again,” she cries as her juicy, little pussy locks down on my cock.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Come for Daddy, baby,” I demand, never slowing down. If anything, I fuck her harder, and Brandi takes me over the edge with her, I try to fight it, but I know there’s no use.

  “Tell me, Brandi. Who do you belong to? Give me what I want,” I demand.

  “You,” she moans, “I belong to you.”

  The words are so fucking sweet, but not everything I want. I reach down and slap my hand against her thigh, not hard, but enough that she’ll definitely feel the sting.

  “What did I tell you to call me when we’re in bed and I’m giving you what you need, Brandi?” I ask her, hoping like hell I’ve made it clear enough. The truth is, I’m so drunk on my need for her, I can’t be sure.

  “Daddy,” she whines, her body trembling as another orgasm, this one stronger, tears through her. “I belong to you, Daddy.”

  I could make a lot of excuses as to why I want her to call me that, on why I get off on it, but I don’t really give a fuck. It’s something that gives me pleasure and right now I can see that it gives Brandi pleasure too, and the two of us are the only ones that matter. I’m happy as fuck that she enjoys it too, but if she didn’t, I’d live without it because right now it’s clear that all I need in the world to be happy is Brandi.

  “And I belong to you, baby,” I tell her. “I’m yours.”

  With that promise echoing around us and the sounds of our bodies coming together, I let go completely and allow Brandi’s sweet cunt to take my cum. I unload inside of her, painting her womb and praying that I manage to make her pregnant. Maybe it makes me an asshole, but I want Brandi tied to me in every way imaginable. When I finish, I’m the one trembling. Nothing has ever been this intense—this good. Brandi’s hands go around my neck, her lips bury into my throat and she licks me there making me jerk and shudder with pleasure while still being inside of her—and still hard.

  “Mmm, such a good baby girl for her Daddy,” I tell her, moving so we’re looking at one another.

  “Wow,” she purrs, a smile playing on her lips.

  “You liked that?” I smirk, still lazily rocking against her body.

  “Can we do it again?” she asks, and I feel my damn chest grow tight.

  “We should wait, baby. You’ll be tender—”

  “Please, Daddy. I want you again. I promise to be a good girl and do whatever you tell me,” she moans, tightening her legs around me.

  Son of a bitch…

  “Daddy’s got you, baby. I’ll always give you exactly what you need.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  BRANDI

  I LAY in Jack’s arms for hours, wide awake, listening to him breathe—watching him sleep. In his sleep, he looks so peaceful. Last night was beyond anything I could have ever dreamed. I can still feel Jack’s touch all over my skin. It’s as if he branded me. He told me he wa
s going to make me his, and that’s exactly what I feel like. There’s so much I want to know, so much I want to talk to him about, but I feel in my heart we will have time. What we shared… it’s not just a one night only kind of thing. I’m new to all of this, but I trust Jack. I snuggle into him, listening to his heartbeat underneath my ear.

  This man is everything I’ve always wanted. Being with him feels like coming home. Drifting off to sleep in his arms is the safest most content place I’ve ever been in my life.

  I think I love him.

  That’s crazy, I know it, but it’s still true. My gaze goes reluctantly to the window, and I can see the morning sun begin to drift through the curtains. I quietly stifle a groan. A heating and air tech is coming out this morning to look at my old unit and give me a quote on a new one. With my current one throwing fits, not to mention me pulling pieces off of it, I figure it’s best to be prepared. I’m not doing too bad on the internet sales. I need to make my store inviting though, and that’s hard to do if customers have to deal with a heating system that makes the place hotter than the gates of hell.

  Slipping carefully out of Jack's arms, I quickly dress. I give Jack one final, longing look at the bedroom door. I wish I could climb back in bed with him. I find my purse and jacket in the living room and then slip outside, locking the door behind me. If I hurry, I’ll have time to shower and clean up before meeting the heating guy in the shop.

  I make the drive back to Sweetheart almost in a haze. I’m not experienced at this. I just know I don’t want to give up what I have with Jack. I want more. I sigh because what I really want is for Jack to love me.

  By the time I get back to the shop, my nerves are about to get the better of me. I park, lock up my car, and turn to the side entrance of the shop. This door leads to the stairs that go straight to my apartment. It’s a separate entrance, in addition to the one in my work room that can be bolted and made inaccessible. It’s handy on the chance that I rent the apartment out in the future, but don’t want my renters walking in and out of my kitchen.

  I take the quickest shower in the history of showers and quickly blow dry my hair. I pull it up into a messy bun and then put the bare minimum of makeup on, including lip gloss and mascara. I’m not one to wear a lot of makeup and I’m not about to start now. Besides, Jack seemed to like me just fine last night, and I didn’t have makeup on at all then. I throw on my favorite pair of faded jeans, a fluffy green sweater, and a pair of slip-on sneakers. With a final glance in the mirror, I figure that’s the best I can do in the time allotted. There’s a big part of me that hopes Jack might call and make arrangements to see me tonight. I’d like to call him and invite him to dinner. I’d love to cook for him, but I have no idea what the rules are here. Does it scream desperation if I call Jack first? Which is probably what it is because it’s not been that long, and I’m already extremely desperate to be near him again. Jack is addicting. I sigh and head down the stairs to the store. I’m turning the key in the lock to the storeroom when I hear a loud banging noise.

  “Sounds like the H-VAC is early,” I mumble to myself. “Coming!” I call out and then I rush to go unlock the door.

  A tall, gangly man with a messy goatee stands out front when I open the door. He’s got on pale blue coveralls that are stained with oil and other things that I can’t place—and don’t want to.

  “Well hell, if I knew my morning appointment looked like you, I would have made sure I came out here sooner,” the guy says with a perverted kind of leer that immediately sets me on edge. His gaze focuses on my breasts, and I’m thankful I’m at least not showing any cleavage. If he had bright, glowing, neon letters above his head declaring him a creep, I wouldn’t have been shocked.

  “You must be from Jackson’s Heating,” I murmur, wishing I had just canceled this appointment altogether. I’m starting to see why they were the only company within an eighty-mile radius that could come out without making me wait for weeks.

  “That I am. I’m Freddy Teller, at your service,” he says, reaching out his hand. Instead of taking it, I actually take a couple of steps backwards.

  “The furnace is in the basement,” I tell him.

  “Why don't you show me the way?” he says with a wink. “I might get lost.”

  I cross my arms over my breasts, uncomfortable with his gaze on me. “I doubt it. Just go through the door and down the steps. I have some work to do here now that we’re opened. But I’m sure you can manage to find it,” I tell him, really wanting him gone.

  This was a bad idea.

  “Oh, I can manage a lot of things,” he smirks with a twisted smile. “Just wait and see.”

  “You know, I’ve been thinking on it, and I think I've decided just to make do with the furnace I have. I have a friend that can fix the piece that’s broken. I’m sorry you came all the way out here for no reason,” I tell him, wanting him out of my shop. I’m just getting bad vibes from him. In addition to him being a creep, something just seems off.

  “What kind of shit is this?” Freddy growls clearly pissed off. His face turns red with anger. “You won't get a better deal than what I'll give you.” He grabs hold of my shoulders, pulling me closer.

  I push against him with every bit of my strength, but I can’t seem to budge him. Just as I start to panic, Freddy's body seems to fly into the air. I cry out, fear pumping through me, but it all settles when I see Jack picking Freddy off the floor only to slam his fist into the man’s face. Next, he drags Freddy out the door.

  I giggle as Freddy takes off running to his van. Jack follows him, yelling obscenities that I’m sure the town of Sweetheart has never heard before. “You fucking asshole. I ever see you around my woman again, they’ll be finding pieces of you all over the state of Colorado!” Jack growls.

  My heart runs away in my chest. His woman? I feel like the world is spinning around me, and I have the strangest urge to dance. Did he really just say that? I feel like I’m floating on air.

  “What in the actual hell are you doing?” Jack yells at me, slamming the door so hard the windows rattle, and bringing me back down to earth with a resounding thud.

  “I’m sorry?” I ask, confused.

  “What is your deal? You wait for me to go to sleep and then sneak out?” he accuses, his face flushed with anger that now seems to be directed at me.

  “I didn’t sneak out. You were sleeping, and I had to be here for an appointment,” I explain. “It was as simple as that. I have to say though, that I’m glad you arrived when you did. That guy was a major jerk.”

  Jack reaches out and takes me by the arm, pulling me into his body. I still see the anger there, but there’s also a softness about him, and I instantly respond to that. “Brandi, you don't understand. You don't leave my bed without permission.”

  “Without permission?” I ask, thinking that he has to be joking. That’s the only explanation I can come up with.

  “Exactly.”

  “Jack, this may have escaped your notice, but I'm a grown woman. I don't need your permission.”

  “Oh, but you do,” he croons, gathering me into his arms. “You're mine now, and you will play by my rules. What happens outside the bedroom is one thing, but when we are in it, I am completely in charge, Brandi. Do you understand?”

  His lips capture mine in a heady kiss that makes me lose all thought. My hands move up and link behind his neck, and I give myself over to him. He owns my mouth, his tongue plundering like a pirate and I’m his treasure.

  His mouth moves to my neck, nuzzling my skin. “Did you mean it?” I gasp.

  “What do you mean?” he asks, obviously more interested in raking his teeth against my neck, while his fingers bite into my hips as he grinds our bodies together, letting me feel the hard outline of his cock.

  “Am I yours?”

  “Fuck yes, I think I made that clear to you last night, baby,” he rumbles, pulling back to look at me.

  “Jack—”

  “It’s too late to walk awa
y now, Brandi. I gave you a chance to escape yesterday. I warned you—”

  He sounds bossy, and even grouchy, but he doesn’t hide the panic on his face. He’s scared. He’s scared that I’m going to leave him.

  I put my fingers against his lips to stop him. “You don’t understand me, Jack. I’m not arguing. I want to belong to you.”

  He captures my fingers with his lips, sucking them into his mouth, his gaze locked on me the entire time. A now familiar pool of heat gathers in my stomach as my pulse quickens. He lets them go, eventually, pulling back just a little. “Then, what are you asking?”

  “I want to know if that means that you belong to me, too?”

  “Definitely, baby girl. I only want you. You’re all I’ll ever want.”

  “You’re going to make me fall in love with you, Jack,” I warn him, my heart feeling so full that I can barely breathe.

  “I’m counting on that, Brandi. I want you tied to me in every way possible,” he confesses.

  “Now that you've tracked me down and rescued me from a creepy repairman, what are you going to do with me?” I ask boldly, going up on the tips of my toes to whisper the words into his ear.

  Jack pushes me against the wall and slides his hand under my sweater. “That depends. Do you have a bed in this place, or do I just fuck you right here by the window?”

  We share a kiss, and then I stretch to reach over to relock the shop door. Without saying a word, I reach out my hand to him. He takes it, and we walk wordlessly up the stairs to my apartment. The sexual tension between us is palpable, but underneath it there’s something more. There’s a rightness that tells me without a shadow of a doubt that Jack is my future.

  And I’m his.

  CHAPTER TEN

  JACK

  I SLIDE out of bed and fumble around in the darkness, searching for the door. I can’t remember if we locked the damn thing. I get to it and although the door is locked, the deadbolt isn’t. I flip it and then carefully make my way back. I look down at Brandi lying on the bed. The light from the moon shines through the window, highlighting her hair. She is so beautiful that it’s almost painful. She’s sound asleep, but there’s a smile on her face even now. I can’t help but pray that I’m the reason for that smile.