Daddy In Charge_A Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  Even now, he isn’t insinuating that he would force me. That just made me want him so much more.

  The words sent electricity through my body and I whimpered. The smirk on his lips told me that he wouldn’t budge and he was merely bemused. His bemused smirk widened as I tried to kiss him and I just couldn’t, him moving out of the way of my lips a millisecond before the kiss can land.

  With a huff, I sat back in my seat. I am not going to get what I want until I eat, no matter how charged the atmosphere is and how much I could see his bulge pressing against his trousers. The sight was a million times as mouth-watering as the food, but I knew I wouldn’t be getting any of it.

  So, I watched him as he breathed, robotically eating my food. Each bite tasted of nothing in particular. This food would excite me at any other time, but I could not even bother to pretend that it made a dent in my attentions, which were firmly on the smirking man in front of me.

  “I want to feel your stubble on my thighs,” I told him in between bites of my food. “I want you to take me.”

  Those were keywords ‘take me’. It set off the werebear instincts, and I know I shouldn’t. But it was too delicious.

  Almost as delicious as the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, gulping. He wasn’t ready for me to say anything as sexy as that. He saw me as some innocent little flower. Oh, how I can’t wait to prove him wrong.

  “You shouldn’t say things like that.” He told me, giving me a look as if I was a disobedient child.

  “Or what?” I smirked at him, eating my food quickly finishing it so he would stop postponing what we both wanted.

  “You’ll make me do something you may regret.” He warned.

  “There’s no possible way I could ever regret you.” I purred, smirking up at him. I can be just as smooth as he can be. Especially when I was intoxicated by his mere presence. If he doesn’t know that by now, he will be intimately aware of how dirty my mouth can get very soon.

  “Oh… fuck it.” He pulled me onto his lap and our mouths slammed together. It was so hard that our teeth clanged together and there was a sharp sensation of pain to go with the pleasure of the moment. He tasted delicious, and his roughness just made everything so much hotter. His lips tasted like strawberries and sugar, like a forbidden fruit that I just had to have another bite of. This was so much more intense than all the dreams my imagination conjured up for me to enjoy. “I can’t control myself with you.”

  I panted, smirking as we pulled apart for a moment of breath. His cheeks were flushed, and the sight sent a surge of confidence through me. Enough for me to purr in my most sultry tone, with my half-lidded eyes, “Who said I wanted you to?”

  The look on his face almost made me think twice about this. Should I really have pushed him so far? I was almost panicked for a second as he pushed me down on the sofa, climbing on top of me. “You wanted to feel my mouth on you?” He purred as he tore off my cocktail dress. He did it roughly enough that my dress is now unwearable. Ouch. There goes that one nice dress I had. “I’ll buy you a new one.” He promised as he ran his hands over my body.

  I want to say that I wasn’t upset. He didn’t have to pay for a new one. I don’t like mooching off his money, afraid he may see me as a gold-digger. I opened my mouth to say so, but, I suddenly found that I could barely breathe. I expected his hands to be rough, overly so in his passion-induced haze. I was pleasantly surprised to feel his soft fingers tracing my skin. He touched me as if I was breakable, exploring every inch of me.

  He touched me as if I were made of glass and the slightest fracture could destroy me.

  “Beautiful.” The word was said as a reverent whisper. It felt like a fire scorching through my body at every spot he touched, as he even caressed my chubby belly and his lips gently caressed my stretch marks. He really thinks I am, and some part of me believes him when he says it. “May I?” His voice was that same love-filled tone.

  It took me a moment to realize what he meant. A moment to feel the sensation of his fingers caressing the edges of my lacy crimson colored panties. My face flushed and I nodded. I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me.

  As he slowly pulled down them down, I blushed and looked away. I stared at his face from the corner of my eyes, my red cheeks still not facing me. His eyes darkened even more, he looked like he was going to drool. I can actually make him drool? The way he makes me drool? That’s the least believable thing about this whole situation.

  “I’ve been craving this dessert.” What a naughty thing to say. My legs tried to close. I couldn’t help it, I felt so embarrassed right now. “But I am not touching you until I can see your face.”

  I was incredulous. Didn’t believe him. It took almost two minutes of his hands not on me to realize he was completely serious.

  Finally running out of patience for this, my eyes snapped to him. I opened my mouth to growl something out at him for his teasing.

  “Shhh.” He shushed me as his big hands tried to encircle my thighs. He pulled my legs apart, but my thighs were way too chunky for his hands to completely wrap around. It was kind of cute that he tried in the first place. He buried his nose between my legs and inhaled. My face turned bright red, Oh My God.

  He began kissing and nipping my thighs, ignoring my pussy. I whimpered. It was throbbing for attention and I was almost ready to start begging. I bit my lip hard as he continued to nip and lick my thighs, his stubble scratching them. I’m not going to beg for him! I have my ego and it’s not going to happen. That being said, I could just feel the smirk against my skin as he teased me.

  “Damian,” I whined, running out of patience. He seemed like he liked teasing me more than he liked actual sex! He was teasing me on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Stop it.”

  “Oh?” He pulled away from between my legs, still holding my thighs open. He couldn’t pull off the innocent look. His eyes were too devious and his lips were too thin to properly pull off a puppy-dog pout. “You want me to stop?”

  A low growl left my lips and for a fraction of a second, his hands tightened on my thighs. Ooh. Good to know. He’s nowhere near as unaffected as he likes to pretend he is. “No.”

  He coughed for a second, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks and clear his throat. Werebears and growling. Who would’ve guessed? I guess it’s the primal instincts. “Then what do you want? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” He purred.

  “Lick me! Please! I’ll do anything! I just need to feel your mouth on me!” I burst out, unable to control myself. I was completely out of patience at this point.

  “Oh? Why didn’t you just say so?” His voice was teasing and humorous.

  My glare would have killed him if looks could kill. I opened my mouth to snap at him that I had been trying to do exactly that, but I couldn’t. My voice was stuck in a loud moan as his hot, wet tongue made one broad stroke up my pussy. Oh god.

  It felt amazing. Better than pleasuring myself or any of the inexperienced guys in college who tried this. It felt better than when my past girlfriends and I did this even. I mewled and whimpered, my legs trying to tighten around him.

  It was ineffective as he held my thighs still. He held them hard, I just know I’m gonna get bruises tomorrow. I wish I hated the idea, but I am kind of turned on by it.

  He licked and noisily slurped all the juices I made, like a man starving. It was so passionate and I just writhed on the sofa, unable to even find the words I wanted to say. It felt so amazing and I could barely breathe. Oh god. How is he so good at this?

  As he ravaged me with his mouth I tried to form words, but it was just mindless whimpers and nothing else. Sometimes I could form semi-complete thoughts like “Please!” and “Don’t Stop!” and his name. But nothing else.

  He seemed to be pleased regardless of how little actually was escaping my mouth. A little too pleased. Smug jerk was so proud that he could reduce me to this. I wish I could, but I couldn’t help myself. The feel of his
tongue on my pussy, his nose bumping against my clitoris, and his beard scratching my thighs was too much. I came in a matter of minutes, which was the fastest anyone had ever pulled an orgasm out of me.

  I saw stars as my entire body shivered, fireworks going off behind my eyelids. He slurped up every drop of cum as I tugged roughly at his hair, almost pulling out some of his locks in the process. My oversensitive nerves were going haywire and I don’t even know what to say to describe such an intense experience.

  The best orgasm I’ve ever had.

  He pulled away and smirked at me as I panted. “Was it just like you have imagined?” He purred.

  “Even better.” I thought though I would never say that aloud. He already too smug. It’s just as well, as he didn’t give me any chance to answer his apparently rhetorical question. His lips slammed down against mine and I gave a soft whimper. He felt so good against my lips.

  His tongue was insistent and as his tongue entered my mouth, the taste of myself exploded onto his tongue. I had tasted my own cum before, after many a session of self-pleasure. I don’t believe I’ve ever tasted good before, but the taste of it as it glazed his tongue was a million times better.

  That may just be him, though. I am sure he could make anything taste good. He could make Brussel sprouts taste good by just being in his perfect mouth. This man is so perfect and all mine.

  All mine.

  I kissed him back roughly, running my hands over his chest, tearing his shirt open. The extra buttons popped off but I couldn’t bring myself to care as I finally got to caress those rippling muscles. I’ve been aching for this chance since the day I met him.

  They’re so beautiful.

  He pushed me down on the couch. “Behave. Or you will be punished.” He purred in my ear, before giving it a rough nip. Ooh. I want him to do that again. Over and over.

  “Punished?” I blinked innocently. I could feel it down to my bones. Some part of me wanted it. Wanted him to punish me. “What does that entail.”

  “You’ll find out.” His gruff voice made me melt into a pile of goo.

  His hands gripped my hips, opening my legs as he dropped his pants and briefs. I didn’t get a good look at his penis because he immediately pressed himself against me.

  I know he must be huge by the sheer size of his girth rubbing against my opening, getting wet with my juices. He also took out a bottle of lube and began wetting himself, because there is never too much lubricant.

  “Do you want me?” He teased me with his cock again. Next time we do this, I have to get the chance to worship his perfect body. I would demand it right now, but I was too worked up to properly explore his body.

  I needed to feel his cock inside of me or I may just explode. “Yes. Please!” I practically begged.

  “Hmm? I didn’t hear that.” He was smirking, this open-mouthed smirk that showed off his pearly white teeth. That douche.

  Of course, I couldn’t control myself from begging. It felt so good that I was afraid I would start sobbing from need as my pussy throbbed in need.

  “Please. Damian. I need to feel your huge cock inside of me! Please! I need to feel-” I couldn’t finish the barely coherent thought because I was moaning too loud. It seems he was pleased with my begging because he roughly thrust into me one time.

  He set a too gentle pace, which was sweet, but annoying. He wanted me to feel good. But all I wanted was for me to bang me into the mattress so hard that I got rug burns from the comfy couch.

  “Harder!” I ordered him, trying to thrust back against him. His hands went down to my hips and forced them still so he could be in complete control. He looked bemused by my efforts. “Faster!”

  He sped up a little bit and I was torn between loving and hating it. I felt my nerves go crazy as he pounded into me, my hips twitching as I unsuccessfully tried to thrust back against him.

  Right as I got to the cusp of my release, he slowed his speed. That made me cry out in protest and he just chuckled. My nails clawed down his back in retaliation and he moaned.

  It wasn’t until after the third time doing this that he granted me my release. I saw stars as my body convulsed around him, screaming out my pleasure. I was always rather vocal with my pleasure and the orgasm denial made this orgasm all the sweeter.

  I almost didn’t notice him grunting a few times, before releasing his hot load into my pussy. There was a lot of it, and as his flaccid cock came out of me, a trail of our juices combined left a stain on the couch under us.

  We didn’t use protection. That could be a much bigger problem than it actually is if he wasn’t a werebear. Werebears have some mystical power that makes it so they cannot contract or pass on STD’s, and the chances of them impregnating a non-werebear are, like, 2%. So, it’s all good.

  I mean, when did a two percent chance ever change anything?

  Honestly, I should have assumed it would happen just from my own overconfidence that it wouldn’t happen. I guess that’s my hubris acting up again, huh?

  But he was so warm and comforting and I didn’t want to move or think. He wrapped me in his big strong arms and, even as a nude, sweaty mess covered in fluids, I was able to rest. His scent and the scent of our lovemaking was too calming for me to get up and take a shower.

  Chapter 5

  The next morning was… upsetting, to say the least. And I completely blame Damian for that. I slept until noon, because of all the physical activity that my body wasn’t used to or genuinely prepared for. Maybe this is a sign from God that I should exercise more often.

  I’ll put it on that to-do list that I have and yet never do a single thing on it.

  He was awake, bathed and in a fresh suit, eating breakfast which he has ordered through room service as I awoke rudely to the overly loud sounds of him scarfing down bacon. I had a pleasant ache in body from all the pounding he did to me. His handprints were on my sticky thighs, in the form of a bruise from how hard he was holding them as we had sex last night.

  “Ah, you’re awake. Wonderful. I’m going to drive you to your house. Get dressed. I put some of my old clothes that are roughly your size next to you.” It was an order. Pleasantly given and sweetly stated, but there was no mistaking the words for anything but a command.

  “You don’t need to drive-” I started to say, before hearing a snort from him.

  “You think you can walk?” His eyes darted down to my bruised thighs.

  I huffed at him. “Of course, I can!” I argued.

  His lips curled into a smirk. “Go ahead then. Get up.”

  Trying to get up was a stupid idea. My legs were like jelly and I immediately fell back onto the couch. He was trying to hide a snicker.

  But I saw it! And he didn’t even seem to really be trying all that hard to hide that stupid snicker. Jerk.

  “Fine.” It was a whine, as I got up to go take a quick shower in his bathroom before I pulled on the outfit he gave me to change into.

  The shower was nicer than anything in my house, but I was too annoyed to appreciate it. Couldn’t he be a little more romantic today? Last night we made love, and he was acting like it didn’t even matter!

  Most of my anger dried up as I saw the way he just choked, seeing me in his clothes. Maybe I’m a little too harsh on him. He might just not be a morning person, but he definitely worshiped me like a goddess. And if that doesn’t earn a bit of leeway nothing does, honestly.

  He worships me and sees something in me that nobody else does. It’s so good I could almost begin to cry.

  “Well? Hurry up. Let’s go.” I couldn’t help but rush him. I just wanted to go already.

  “Would you like me to take you to get breakfast?” He offered.

  “No, Thanks,” I told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. I had a million ideas and my body was almost twitching with inspiration. I knew exactly what I wanted to create, and I didn’t have time to waste on silly things like a meal.

  I could have breakfast with him anytime, after all.

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sp; Is it just me, or did my reaction make him look... crestfallen. For a split second, he looked so disappointed, I just wanted to wrap him in a hug and never let him go.

  The emotion was hidden just a moment later, so fast that I’m sure I just somehow made it up.

  “Very well.” He stated his voice kind. “Let’s go then. I have a gift waiting in the car for you.”

  “A gift?” I almost squawked. “There’s nothing else I need from you and I would feel-”

  “Oh trust me, you’ll love it.” He told me, practically dragging me to the elevator. “I’ll bring it up to your apartment and you’ll open it when we get there.”

  Oh no. He’s going to see my apartment. But I can’t even… now I just… I can’t change my mind. He might think something shady is going on if I keep outright refusing to show him my apartment.

  Ugh. Fine. For the sake of our relationship, he can see my stupid apartment. And of course, he’s going to be disgusted and I’ll be humiliated. Gah. Let’s just get this over with.

  I found I was right, just looking at the grimace on his face as he saw my graffiti-covered apartment complex made my stomach twist in the worst way. Oh god no. Why is this what my life is like? Why is this guy so much better than me?

  He’s used to a nicer life. Higher quality of everything. And then he goes and chooses a substandard failure of a girlfriend like me! Gah!

  He said nothing. Which I guess is as tactful as he gets? Simply grabbing the presents and walking three flights of the stairs to my apartment because the elevator was busted again. Dammit! As if that’s anything new. The elevator is always busted and I hate it, but it’s even worse with my boyfriend here.

  When I opened my apartment and the stale scent of the air wafted out of the room, his grimace of disgust just became more pronounced.

  “You live in this filth?” He demanded, dropping my gift on the table that I put my keys on as he stalked into the apartment as if he owned the place. His patience seemed to be at its limit. His nose pointed up in the air like a caricature of a snob. Better not mention that particular observation to him. “How can you even live in this squalor?”