For Daddy

by Celia Crown

  That other woman got years in prison for blackmail, and I have retrieved every possible copy of the incriminating photos so that they will never see the light of the day. I used her computer to track down how many copies she has made and where she put them on her computer, and she is smart to make several copies as backup.

  I burned everything with a lawsuit put in place that if, heaven forbid, that one photo is leaked, she will be sued to poverty and even her grandchildren’s grandchildren won’t be able to pay off the debt.

  I shake my head at the bad memories and stand in front of our bedroom door, looking down to the pair of white heels thoughtlessly set on the ground. My lips continue to pull off a smile as I loosen the buttons on my shirt.

  I long abandoned my suit jacket. My hand tears away the white dress shirt and slam the door open, creating a loud bang to give Aria a bit of anxiety and at the same time telling her that she can’t hide for long.

  The way my shoes are tied doesn’t allow me to just kick them off so I bend down and untie the laces quickly before undoing my belt. My eyes follow the room with one sweep, looking around to see what is out of place and a grin appears on my lips when I see a small amount of black hair pooling on the ground behind the bar counter that I have always had in my room.

  Nonchalantly stripping off my pants, I stroll over to the bar counter without hiding my footsteps. Her hair moves as she hears me, but she stays in her so-called hiding spot.

  I pour a drink and it goes down my throat as I fill up another glass. Letting her stew in anxiousness, I watch her bare shoulder peak from the corner and I have had enough of waiting.

  I don’t pounce on her as I imagined myself doing, but I do scare her with a bit with my strength. Using one hand to drag her up to my body, I startle her as she squeals, hands flying to my waist for support.

  Her hands knead on my naked chest and I let her guide me to the cushioned chair to the side. I fall back in bewilderment, waiting for her to say something when she pouts firmly at me.

  “You cheated, Daddy.”

  I cock an eyebrow, setting the glass on the table beside me.

  She huffs, pressing her pink lips to mine and biting me. The typical shyness isn’t developing just yet, but she will be the reddest of colors when she remembers that she’s only wearing lingerie.

  The one that she had designed herself and refused to let me see. Everything is white, sheer lace, and garter thigh highs. If this is what heaven looks like, I wouldn’t mind letting reincarnation fade away into the back of my mind.

  “You were supposed to let me hide first.”

  I scoff, palming her thighs and toying with the edge of the lace. “I wasn’t aware there were rules.”

  “There are!” she protests, eyes wide with dismay. “You had to count to one hundred.”

  “I did.” What a blatant lie, but innocent Aria buys it.

  “Oh,” she says but still refuses to let her pout die down.

  I drag a finger towards the edge of her panties and she quivers on my lap, breathing heavily as she kisses my jaw.

  “Would you like me to go back and entertain our guests?”

  That’s another lie. I’m not about to return to the wedding reception on a three-hour drive where it will be empty because everyone went home or wanted to get drunk on this wedding day as a celebration.

  “No!” She jerks up and out of my lap, slithering down between my legs with her big blue eyes heavy with fire.

  “No,” she murmurs, snapping the band of my tight boxer briefs.

  Greedy hands rub my cock through the fabric, and I hiss at the material scraping against me.

  “Take me out, little girl.”

  She obeys, fingers digging into the elastic to pull my thick cock out. It’s not the first time she had seen my cock and it sure isn't the first time she used her small mouth on me.

  Aria doesn’t wait for instructions as she rolls out her tongue, licking from the base to the leaking tip. I bring my hand to the back of her head, fingers snatching her silky strands and encouraging her to continue.

  My cock twitches, cum dripping from the tip and rolling down the shaft until her pink tongue laps it up greedily. A small whimper elicits from her soft lips, mewling with cloudy blue eyes as she pants against my big cock.

  It’s obscene the way she worships my cock with her tongue and sneaky little fingers. Another needy moan causes her cheeks to burn with mortification as her ass wiggles, a reaction to her cunt being soaked.

  I just know it and I can practically taste her slick in the air.

  “Daddy is mine, right?”

  “All yours, sweet girl. Every part of me—” I hiss, groaning and falling back onto the chair as she sucks on the tip. “Daddy’s yours forever, little girl.”

  She takes me bravely into her throat, whining when she can’t take me to the base while her tongue swiftly runs along the underside of my shaft. Her mouth is too hot, too wet, and so damn tight that I’m seeing black spots in my vision.

  “Wait,” I groan out; it’s difficult to use my voice when she’s slurping on my cock so lewdly.

  “But, Daddy!” she protests, lips shiny with my cum as she swipes her tongue on the bead of cum.

  Ignoring her whimpers and teary eyes at her treat being taken away, I haul her up into my arms and clench her small body to mine.

  The bed dips under us as I lay her down, but she scrambles up and makes me sit while she stays on her knees. Her blue eyes gleam with desire as she watches my cock stand angrily red and dripping with her saliva.

  “No, little girl.” I put a stop to her impulsive hands as they stop in midair. “Strip for Daddy.”

  My Aria is not a graceful girl when she hastily takes off her panties and bra, but I snatch her hand away when she goes for the lacy thigh highs.

  “They stay on.”

  Dragging my fingers across the squishy part of her inner thigh to make her keen, it’s more melodic when I slip them between her soaked folds. She chokes a moan, hands holding my shoulders while rolling her hips to my hand.

  I purposely avoid her clit and circle around her small hole, unused and tight. Every time we explore each other’s bodies, I never put my fingers into her pussy as the first thing to break her into a world of pleasure should be my cock.

  My cock is a greedy thing on its own; it wants her pretty cunt to itself and my fingers wouldn’t have a say in it.

  I’m scared that she’ll be hurt, but Aria agrees with me that she wants to feel my cock before she has anything else inside of her.

  Her small hand wraps around my shaft, bringing it to her pussy and rubbing against her slick folds. I can be patient for her as my hands tear into the sheets at the first sheering hotness sucking on the tip of my cock.

  “Ow!” she whimpers, shivering in pain as her body trembles.

  “It’s alright, sweet girl.” I take my aching hand to her back and create mindless circles on her skin to distract her from being stretched by my big cock.

  “Let Daddy do it.”

  She shakes her head, blue eyes meeting mine with conviction and stubborn tears. “No, I want to make Daddy feel good.”

  “I know—” A breath is knocked out of me when she swoops down despite the pain and cries out when she collapses on my chest.

  Stars dance across my eyes, blood rushing to stabilize the erratic heartbeat, and the air becomes a sacred secret to my lungs being filled with her sweet scent. Aria is hurting while begging me to stop the pain while I’m holding on the last shred of my sanity from the tight, wet, and damn addiction that wraps around my cock too snugly.

  The primitive part in me demands that I make her feel better and it’s what I try to do as I straighten up, but that causes her impossibly tight cunt to become tighter. I choke a gasp, groaning in this hellish heaven, a constant state of battle of desire to stay still and fuck her into the bed.

  Panting hotly, she hiccups and groans. “N-no, Daddy, don’t look at it.”

  She knows me
well because I would love to see just how debauched her face is and how wide her small pussy is spreading for my fat cock. Visual pleasure never hurts, and it only furthers my pleasure when I see it, but she won’t budge as her nails dig into my back.

  “It hurts?”

  She nods, trembling lips follows a round of fresh tears rolling in her eyes. “Daddy’s too big.”

  “Lay on Daddy, little girl. You’ll feel better.”

  The things she can say will be fatal to a man, and I am not immune to her. It feels like forever when she makes a small circle with her hips, getting used to my cock taking her too much space in her cunt and the slick spilling between us.

  “Do you want Daddy’s help?” I have to ask because I don’t think I can hold back from pounding in her soft cunt anymore.

  Fuck the motto of ‘good things come to those who wait’; that’s a load of nonsense.

  “Please,” she answers meekly.

  I hum gently, squeezing her hips and lifting her weight to feel the drag of her walls sucking me back inside.

  “You did well.” For a virgin, she’s stupidly brave to take a man my size in one go without having fingers to prepare her beforehand.

  “Does your little pussy still hurt from Daddy’s big cock?”

  She licks my neck, finding my tongue and murmuring on my skin. “Sore.”

  I want to find a more comfortable placement for her so I lay her on the bed, still stuck inside her quivering heat and chasing her tears away with my lips. When I say that I want to spoil her, I mean in bed too and I don’t care that she doesn’t do anything other than receiving pleasure from me.

  Looking down at the connection between us, I knew it’s time for another test of my strength when I see her pink, tight pussy spilt open by my big cock. It’s obscene how we’re so different and it completely filthy how she is able to take me and still put on a brave face for me.

  There is still more of me to fuck her with, but she’s filled to the brim and twitching in sensitivity. Pushing away that considerate part of me and sinking the last inches inside her as her thighs clench at my side to stop me as she struggles to breathe from the extra thickness.

  “D-Daddy—” Her eyes pinch shut, scared and dazed.

  “You’re doing so well, sweet girl,” I breathe, showering her in praises as I start a pace too quick for her voice to catch up.

  She’s a good girl, albeit naïve and gullible to every word I say. It’s hard to give her the freedom to be independent when she depends on me with those damned blue eyes that can get her anything she wants.

  Aria kisses me with a taste of sweet cream from our wedding cake and love, hooking me for another kiss when she utters my name. She steals one after another of my kisses, rolling her hips to meet my thrust, and fingers fluttering around the pulse in my neck.

  I bring my hand down, tracing her swollen drenched folds and feeling the stretched hole around my cock. Her eyes snap open and cry out as I tip forward my fingers to flick her clit. I know every inch of her body and the reactions that would come from one specific action of mine.

  Aria’s cum gushes hotly around my pummeling shaft, dripping down the curve of her ass and into the sheets while spasming around my throbbing cock.

  I stroke her, ripping out honey-sweet moans with cruel snaps of my hips.

  “D-Daddy…” She swallows and finds her voice again. “Can I cum again?”

  Rules are rules even on our special day. She knows she can only cum once as a privilege, but the ones that come after are only permitted by me. I’m a controlling bastard and I have her under me, writhing and singing for me to dominate her.

  I don’t feel guilt.

  “Yes, sweet girl,” I grunt, teeth baring down at her as she watches me with trust and love. “Cum all you want, Daddy wants you to cum on my cock.”

  I sound manic, a deranged man searching for the impossible while hammering my cock deep in her squishy walls. It burns my eyes to watch her for so long without blinking, but the fleeting flashes of anxiety are too addicting to let it go to waste when her orgasm begins to unravel with each pounding thrust in her sopping hole.

  The line between pleasure and pain blurs as her tightness stops my cock from pulling out when she tips her head back, lips trembling with a silent cry when Aria breaks apart.

  A tingle in my tight balls shoots up to my stomach as I know the end is coming. I can’t stop it; my hips won’t slow down as I fuck her into the mattress. Every conscious choice I make is gone down; I fuck her with abandon without any regard to her cries, and all I feel is her.

  Her panting breath, shuddering heartbeat against mine, her small body under me, swollen clit trapped between our hips, and the slipperiness of her cunt supplies the tightness of her cunt a better way for me to fuck her raw.

  “Good girl,” I croon, cock thickening as I dive balls-deep with cum spurting out. Too many spills from me, so thick and copious that they seep out around the tight seal of my cock.

  She moans, “You’re still hard, Daddy.”

  Of course I am. I’m addicted to her, and her sweetness has been a siren’s call to my cock. I’m surprised that I even lasted this long without bending over my office desk.

  “Get some rest, little wife. Daddy wants you in the morning.”

  She’s already asleep by then.

  “I love you.”

  Finale

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