My Bully’s Daddy

by Callahan, Kelli

  “Don’t stop—oh my god! Please don’t stop!” My hips jerked towards him.

  “Holy fuck!” Justin’s thrusts got more erratic.

  He unloaded inside me—every splatter of his lust was explosive. He kept going, even when his balls were drained, and didn’t stop until my last orgasm began to fade. The storm in his eyes reflected a calm serenity as the desire was quelled. My heart was beating so hard in my chest that I wasn’t sure it was ever going to slow down. Justin shifted to the side and slowly pulled his cock free from my pussy before he dropped down to the mattress beside me. Strong arms pulled me into a tight embrace. I curled up against him, and the afterglow began to settle on me like a blanket. I felt safe and protected—like nothing in the world could penetrate his embrace to harm me. I wanted to stay there forever. I didn’t want to be anywhere except in his arms—it was where I belonged.

  I can’t tell him the truth—not after that. I can’t ruin the beauty of this moment.

  The lingering guilt started to toy with my thoughts, but I refused to let it take hold of them. None of that mattered. We were two people that desperately needed something, and we found it in the comfort of our passionate embrace. I didn’t feel like a social pariah that got bullied by the Bradford Elite. I felt like a woman that was above the immaturity of high school drama. I would face my demons when the sun came up, but they seemed less important than they previously were. The emotional release I got in Justin’s arms was stronger than any turmoil they had brought to my life. I knew the feeling would pass, and harsh realities would catch up eventually, but that was something I could face when they were in front of me. Until that time came, I was just going to savor what we had—something that I would never regret—no matter what. I was his for one night, and he was mine. The man that saved me in my darkest hour had done so much more than just pull me from the brink of despair.

  There’s no reason to stumble through life alone—I needed someone strong enough to show me that, and now I see the truth. Justin is the miracle I begged for.

  Nine

  Justin

  Hannah drifted off to sleep before I was ready to close my eyes. I didn’t want sleep to bring me closer to the moment she left my arms without watching every second tick by. She was the only woman I had ever been with except for the one I married. I was her first, but she might as well have been mine. I lived my life in a loveless void for so long that I forgot what real passion felt like. Things with my wife were never perfect. We loved each other in the beginning, and I thought that was enough—we would share that with our child and create moments that defined our family. The importance of those moments faded when the stress of real life made us realize that our vows were said in the bubble of a fairy tale.

  I did everything I could to turn the ship when my wife’s love began to sail away. We needed money, but my parents refused to help us unless I stayed in school, so I balanced college with a full-time job. Her parents were in no position to offer support, financially or otherwise. I probably should have seen the writing on the wall when we barely survived the first year. I didn’t want my parents to see how bad things were—not when they were sacrificing so much to help us build the foundation for our future. I pledged to a frat just so I could have a place to sleep when my wife threw me out, and that happened a lot. I always came back with an apology on my lips, even when I didn’t do anything wrong because my daughter meant more than my pride.

  Things settled down once I graduated from college. I took any work I could find, even if it meant that I was a zombie functioning on coffee instead of sleep most days. The more I worked, the happier my wife seemed to be—probably because it kept me away from home. Real estate wasn’t my passion, but after several interviews that went nowhere, I got an offer to work for a company as a loan processor. Staring at those contracts every day as I pushed them through the system made me realize just how much money the top agents were making—and I wanted a piece of the pie. I got my license, convinced the company I worked for that I was better than the desk job they had me in, and a few weeks later I made my first sale.

  My wife smiled more when she saw that first commission check than she did the day we got married—another warning sign I completely ignored.

  It had been a long time since I reflected on my life like I did in the afterglow of the passion I shared with Hannah. I did everything I could to provide for the woman I loved and the child I adored. I worked long hours to give them everything. They were the only thing that mattered. My wife got a big house, fancy clothes, a nice car—my daughter got the same, as well as the best education money could buy at a private academy. I probably shouldn’t have spoiled my daughter as much as I did, but I tried to give her a better life. I never knew that would turn her into a clone of her mother with venom in her words that could hurt so fucking much.

  Maybe she’ll learn to appreciate it one day—hopefully age will bring wisdom that allows her to see that there is more to life than wealth and privilege.

  * * *

  Several hours later

  I didn’t disturb Hannah while she slept. I stared at the ceiling and savored the seconds as they ticked away. I was wired and exhausted at the same time. I thought about what I would say to her when the sun came up. I really did like her. I didn’t want one night of passion to be the end of our embrace. I couldn’t let her just walk out of my life when the door closed, and she was gone. I gave in to desire, but there was more than just lust buried beneath the moment we shared. I had to find a way to make her mine—to convince her to give us a chance. She gave me her innocence, but I wanted her heart. She was my path to redemption—my second chance at life—and I had no intention of squandering it.

  I wasn’t the kind of man that could pull a woman into my bed unless I felt a connection with her. Maybe my life would have been easier if I was. I could have stayed trapped in a loveless marriage without spending every night in a cold bed. I knew other guys that did that—they kissed their wife in the morning and buried their cock in someone else before they went home again. Instead of taking the easy road, I fought to stoke a fire that had no intention of flickering back to life. I wasn’t going to watch another one burn out.

  “I haven’t slept like that in years.” Hannah stirred in my arms and opened her eyes.

  “You can go back to sleep.” I looked down at her and smiled. “It’ll be a long time before the sun is up.”

  Even then, it’ll be way too soon.

  “We did go to bed kind of early…” She rolled to the side and looked at the clock.

  “That’s your fault.” I pressed my lips to her forehead.

  “Yeah.” She turned her head towards me and grinned. “Did you get some sleep too?”

  “Not yet.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “Oh…” She looked away. “Too bad.”

  “Why?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “I was kind of hoping we could do that again—once you had time to recover.” She moved her ass against my cock, which made it start to get hard.

  “I’m fully recovered, trust me.” I grabbed the base of my cock and guided it towards her pussy.

  “Yes you are…” A light moan echoed in Hannah’s throat.

  I rubbed the head of my cock against Hannah’s pussy until she got nice and wet—then I started to push it inside her. She was so tight that I had to give her a couple of thrusts to get my length inside of her pussy, but it was a lot easier than it was the first time. I saw a grimace, but once I began to move my hips, her expression changed to one of pleasure. I wrapped one arm around her neck and squeezed her breasts while the other kept a firm grip on her thigh so I could start thrusting. We were still on our sides, so I couldn’t move as fast as I would have liked, but the slow pleasure felt so damn good that I didn’t care.

  “This angle feels different…” She exhaled sharply. “It’s amazing.”

  Her pussy was heaven. It was so wet—so fucking tight—and all mine. I was the first man to taste it—the f
irst man to fuck it—and I wanted to be the only one that ever held her in that passionate embrace. It was selfish, and I didn’t care. She brought out the possessive side of me that had been buried for way too long. It was a primal instinct that I thought time destroyed, but it was just dormant. It breathed life back into my body and reconnected me with the man I was. The bitterness of loss was replaced with the sweet nectar of real affection.

  “Show me how amazing it feels.” I pressed my lips to her ear. “Come for me.”

  “Not yet…” She sighed. “I don’t want it to end.”

  “You’re going to come several times before it’s over.” I moved my lips down to her neck and rolled the tips of my fingers around her nipples.

  I started thrusting a little harder as I tried to bring her first orgasm to the surface. I was desperate to feel it on my cock. It was a craving that quickly turned into an obsession. I listened to her moans as they got louder. I knew she was close. The hint was there—a light spasm—a shudder—tight muscles that were begging for a release. I drove my cock deep and made it throb against her g-spot. She tried to fight it, but I made her give me what I wanted. I heard a gasp in her throat, and I knew she was too close to control it anymore. I picked up the pace and intensity—then I felt her pussy start to spasm on my length.

  “Oh god!” She squirmed in my grasp.

  “You’re not going to stop coming until I explode inside you,” I growled into her ear.

  I had her where I wanted her, so I started hammering her pussy as hard as I could from that angle. One orgasm gave way to the second—then her body jerked when the third ripped through her soul. I was the one that had to fight after that. My balls were aching, and her orgasms cried out for my release, but I needed more. Every thrust sent another jolt of pleasure through my body—and each jolt was stronger than the ones that preceded it. I fucked her until my body couldn’t resist anymore, and lust overwhelmed everything else. I slammed my cock deep and felt cum surging through my shaft. My seed started to flood her pussy, and I felt another orgasm succumb to me. I kept going until my balls were drained and I had nothing left.

  “That was—really good.” She exhaled sharply.

  “I’m going to make you come a few more times before I’m done.” I pressed my lips to her ear. “So don’t even think about going back to sleep yet.”

  “What did I get myself into…” She laughed under her breath.

  “Everything,” I growled my response.

  You just don’t know it yet.

  * * *

  The next morning

  Hannah and I chased our passion several more times before we finally went to sleep. I literally passed out from pure exhaustion—that was the only thing that could force my eyes closed. When they finally opened, and I saw the sun peeking over the clouds, my stomach twisted into a knot. Our time was coming to an end. The harsh reality of that was worse than facing the sunrise. I sat up in bed and looked at the beautiful woman laying next to me. She had no idea how much I needed the night we shared. I didn’t realize it myself, and I fought against it, even when she was ready to give me her innocence. I needed more than that—a taste wasn’t enough to satiate me. I wanted the beginning of something beautiful instead of the end.

  “It’s time to wake up.” I leaned over and kissed her neck.

  “I’m not ready…” She whimpered when her eyes opened.

  “Neither am I, but your friend will be picking you up soon.” I sighed and kissed her neck again.

  “Yeah.” She groaned. “Okay, I need to shower.”

  “I’ll go make coffee.” I pulled away and slid to the edge of the bed.

  I decided to let the illusion last longer, in case it was going to shatter when it was time for her to go. I chose to keep believing she was mine because she was until she said otherwise. I watched as she walked across the room and drank in the sight of her delicious curves. They would be burned into my thoughts for the rest of my life—but I wanted so much more than a memory. Once she was in the shower, I walked downstairs and started a pot of coffee. We really had failed at the grocery store—I didn’t have much of anything for breakfast except junk food. I was halfway through my first cup of coffee when she finally came downstairs—dressed for the day, but her head was still wrapped in a towel.

  “Do you think you could work your magic on my hair again?” She smiled and motioned to the living room.

  “Of course—let me look at your elbow first though.” I walked over.

  “I don’t think it needs another bandage.” She turned it towards me.

  “No, it seems to be healing fine without it.” I nodded. “Okay, I’ll pour you a cup of coffee and then we’ll take care of your hair.”

  It was much easier to move the comb and brush through her hair than it was the first time, but there were a few tangles. She really didn’t need me to do it, but I savored the chance to spend some more time with her that close to me. She moved to the couch and sank into my embrace once I was done with her hair. I knew time was ticking away—the seconds were becoming agonizing, and the minutes were making my stomach hurt. I couldn’t avoid the conversation any longer. If it shattered the illusion, then I would have to sweep up the shards of it after she was gone.

  “When do I get to see you again?” I leaned to the side and looked at her.

  “I don’t know…” She looked down and sighed.

  Here it comes—the moment I have been dreading.

  “I really like you.” I exhaled sharply. “I don’t want this to be the last time we say goodbye…”

  “I really like you too…” She lifted her head. “That wasn’t what I meant—I just don’t know if I’ll have time until next weekend.”

  “Of course.” I nodded quickly. “I can wait that long.”

  I wish it could be sooner, but that’s much better than a permanent goodbye.

  “Let me get your number. I’ll text you as soon as I have a new phone.” She looked around the room.

  “A new phone?” I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you just left it at the sorority house.”

  “Yeah, I mean—when I get it back.” She hopped up and walked over to grab something to write with.

  “Is there something you’re not telling me?” I narrowed my eyes as she walked back to the couch. “You can be honest…”

  “My head is just all over the place.” She smiled—but it looked forced. “I’ll text you as soon as I can.”

  “Okay…” I took the pen and quickly wrote down my number.

  A car pulled up outside before I could ask her anything else. She grabbed her things, and we shared a kiss at the door before she had to go. I watched out the window until the car drove out of sight. Our future was entirely in her hands. I had to wait for her text—wait for her call—and wait for her to come back to me. The exhaustion from the night and the emotional weight started to catch up with me. I decided to just go back to bed instead of trying to wash it away with another cup of coffee. It wasn’t like I had anywhere to be.

  This is going to be a long fucking week.

  I walked upstairs and dropped down against the mattress. My hand traced the spot where she slept. Her scent was still on the bed—and it lingered in the air. It would be gone before she returned, but it calmed me enough to close my eyes. The instant that I fell into the darkness of sleep, Hannah was in my dreams—she was in my arms—against my skin—telling me all of the things that I wanted to hear, even if it was much too soon for those words to leave either of our lips. I managed to get a few hours of sleep before my phone buzzed on the table and woke me up. I quickly reached for it—hoping to see a message from Hannah—but instead, I saw my ex-wife’s name on the screen.

  What the fuck does she want?

  Regina: Hey, I found some more of your stuff. Can you come pick it up?

  Justin: Just leave it in the garage. I’ll come by when I can.

  Regina: Can you come now? Please?

  Justin: Why?

  Regina: I
just want you to get it…

  Justin: Okay, fine.

  That was the longest string of text messages we had shared in years. I usually sent her a text message when I wanted to check in or needed to let her know I was going to be working late. She rarely even responded, and if she did, it was usually a one-word response. Even if she did want me to come right away, I still needed to shower, and I wasn’t very motivated by her needs—not anymore. I showered, got dressed, and took time to drink a cup of coffee before I grabbed my car keys and walked to the garage. I sat down in the car when my phone lit up with her name on the screen again.

  Regina: Are you coming?

  Justin: Yes. I’m on the way.

  I was pretty sure my ex-wife made a point of fully eradicating every trace of me from the house the day she filed the divorce papers. My daughter helped—and had a smile on her face when I came to collect my things. That hurt almost as much as the awful things my daughter said when she celebrated being free of me. I wasn’t sure what could be left, or why my ex-wife didn’t just throw them into a bonfire, but I hadn’t unpacked my boxes, so there could have been something they missed during their purge. The garage was open when I turned into my old driveway. I left the car running and stepped out—looking around for whatever it was.

  “Hey…” Regina was sitting in the garage, mostly hidden in a shadow, but I could see the lit end of a cigarette burning.

  “Where is it?” I walked closer and looked around.

  “On the back of the car.” She waved her cigarette towards the Porsche I bought her.

  “This is…” I walked over and a few miscellaneous things, like a key ring and a pen that my company gave me with my initials on it. “Just junk.”

  “I figured you would want it.” She lifted the cigarette to her lips and took a drag.