by Amy Brent
“Do you want control Megan… I can give you that if you want. You call the shots; I won’t even touch you if you don’t want me to.” He whispered it to her letting his finger run down towards her ample bosom.
She trembled. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want me Megan? If you don’t I’ll walk out of here and we don’t have to play this game any longer. I give you my word.”
He waited and she was frozen to the spot. It was up to her. After a moment she felt him lean forward and kiss the top of her head, then left the bedroom. She was terrified of giving in to him, of letting go of herself. She still wanted him, no matter what she told herself. She heard him open the door.
“Wait.” She spoke it aloud, but she didn’t yell. Despite that it was enough because he was there in an instant, his hands in her hair once more, pulling her to him, kissing her deeply. She kissed him back with everything she had, feeling his hands on her face but not moving any lower. She moved with him as he pressed his body into hers. He turned her and she was facing away from him, she felt his mouth trailing kisses down her back as the skin was exposed as the towel drooped down some. There was a heightened sense of awareness as she felt everything he did. The towel fell to the floor in one instant and she trembled slightly. She felt his hands on the outside of her thighs as he ran them up and over her curvy hips and up her spine, she felt both hands follow along her flesh until he cupped a breast in each hand, both spilling forward. She felt the heat of his mouth as he trailed kisses up the back of her neck, all while tugging lightly on her nipples. She leaned back into him and sighed. It had been so long. He kissed her ear and whispered.
“You’re so beautiful Megan.” Her eyes fluttered open and she turned around. He was standing there fully dressed as she snatched up the towel from the floor to cover herself. He looked at her puzzled.
“What’s wrong?” He took a step towards her and she took one back.
“Why would you say that?” She stepped into the dress hurriedly. He was still puzzled as he walked over to her and grabbed her hands in his.
“What did I say wrong? That you’re beautiful? You are, why is that wrong?” He leaned closer to her searching her face. He saw the confusion in her eyes, he didn’t know why.
She looked at him for a long moment, perhaps he wasn’t being cruel, wasn’t joking about her looks. He seemed sincere when he’d said it. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. She felt him come closer to her, she looked up to see him.
“Has no one ever told you you’re beautiful before?” He whispered to her as he moved her hair back from her face. He then cupped her face in his hands and pulled her up against him. She looked away, but he pulled her face back up so that he could look at her, waiting for an answer.
“Not ever said it and meant it, not really. Don’t get me wrong I love me, and my body. Most men can’t, or wont, appreciate all of me.” She mumbled back.
She looked up at him again and heard him breath. “I meant it.” He pulled the towel from her hands and threw it across the room.
She sat there subconsciously and watched him undress. He was sculpted and perfect. Every angle and plane of him was like a rock. He put her hands on his chest and she ran her fingers through the hair there and looked up at him. He pushed her back until she fell onto the bed and scrambled to scoot up on the blankets. He simply smiled at her as she did, and crawled across her finally settling beside her in the bed. She pulled the blanket over them and he refused to let her, he threw it onto the floor. He raised up above her and gently ran his fingertip over each nipple, watching them harden in response. He followed with his mouth greedily sucking on each one, burying his face between the glorious mounds and running his other hand along her stomach and lower until he found the apex of her thighs. He could feel the heat of her before he even got close. It was obvious that he put his own needs in check. He was throbbing and ready but still he waited.
“Something about you drives me crazy Megan. Tell me you want me back, before I touch you any more than I have, before I can’t stop and turn this around.”
“I want you William.”
He moved with easy slow movements.
She felt his fingers slip lower until they were touching her in her most sensitive area. She felt him probing more and more as he slid one finger inside her. She arched lightly as he did so. He worked her masterfully entering first one finger, then another. She felt the tension rise up within her and she moaned as he rubbed her with his thumb. He was watching her now, he could feel her getting closer and closer and he leaned up to kiss her as she climaxed. Once she had finished moaning he easily slid up between her thighs and nudged and pushed until he was there at her opening. He looked down at her. Her glorious hair was spilled around her head and she beautiful. She opened her legs to accommodate him and with that he pushed into her deeply and fully. After a few strokes he buried the length of him inside her and together they found a rhythm that would take them both to new heights. She met him thrust for thrust, she twisted and turned any way he wanted her to and was eager to do so. He relished in the fact she gave herself with abandon, something he had never fully experienced.
Megan was in a place where she didn’t recognize who she was, William had taken her to places she had never imagined and she was lost in the moment with him. She loved the way he moved within her and would whisper to her as he did. He moaned her name and in doing so pushed her over the edge again. He was an excellent lover and she was discovering herself with each new movement. They lay together afterwards and she fell asleep easily.
Chapter Six- William
He lay there watching her, she was laying on her side and her curvy hip was in the air. He felt at peace with her and was more satisfied than he’d ever been before. Normally he would go home, but not today, he wanted to be here laying with her like this. He rolled to his side and gently wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. He enveloped her with his body and using her hair as a pillow, fell asleep.
He never napped, nor did he ever stay with a woman who he had been with. Every woman had served a purpose, and afterward he let her go, both moving on to their respective lives. Megan, however, was different. She made him laugh, and made him think. He had wanted her from the beginning, but he had allowed emotion to cloud his judgement. He was falling for her, and didn’t know how to stop it.
He wasn’t really sure if he wanted to. Sure, she was different, for the papers grab hold and rip her apart. He didn’t want that for her, but he saw no way around it. If she wanted to be with him, he would try. She made him laugh, and made him want to be a better man. He would tell her so.
He sat up quickly, moving as slow as he could, but he knew she was awake.
“It’s getting late Megan, and I am starving.” He kissed her earlobe.
“Oh wow, I hate naps, what in the world is wrong with me?” She moved slowly, pulling herself up, then realizing she was naked she pulled up on the sheet.
He snatched it away. “I love looking at you, don’t take it away from me.” He gave her a smile as she stood and made her way across the room to wrap herself up in her towel once more, sticking her tongue out as she padded her way into the kitchen to make coffee. He followed her, ready to tell her how he felt.
“Megan, being with me can be rough, with the papers and all that. I just want to make sure you’re ready for all of that.” He took the mug she offered him.
She blinked at him confused. “Be with you? What are you talking about?”
“In the public eye I mean.”
“OH no, no William we can’t “be “anything. I’m sorry I thought you realized that.”
“I have feelings for you Megan, I want to try, for something real.” He felt his heart breaking at the resolve on her face.
“I’m sorry William, I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
“Fair to me? What the hell does that mean?”
“You know how the media is. Me and you�
�� it would be a nightmare for you.”
She turned once more to face him, but he was gone.
Chapter Seven- Megan
He was gone. She let the hot tears slip down her face, her heart breaking. She had fallen for him hard, but she refused to let him be berated because she was on his arm. No, it wasn’t fair to either of them, but he would learn to hate her for it.
She had fallen for him to an extent that she had not even realized that she was not on the pill!
Not on the pill!
This could mean something else….
She went through the emotions of her heartbreak, missing him even more now. An hour later, she heard the knock at her door and she made her way to it, opening it up to face him again.
“William, what are you doing here?” She did her best to hide her face from him.
He moved into the room cupping her chin in his hand. “You are a strong woman, Megan James, I know it.”
“So, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Tell me you don’t love me Megan…”
She felt her heart hurting…. She couldn’t say the words. “I can’t.” She whispered.
“Good, because you’re stuck with me now.” He gave her a sweet kiss.
“What are you talking about?” She looked puzzled once more.
“I just leaked the story that I was engaged, so you will have to deal with the media, just trust in me and we will be fine Megan. “He was asking her, searching her eyes.
“Engaged….?” She trailed off as she noticed he was looking up at her.
“Megan James you are stubborn, bossy and controlling. You're also, loving, giving and beautiful. Marry me.”
She could barely shake her head yes as he slipped on the ring.
“I guess this means I got the job?” She laughed between her happy tears.
“I have a whole new job for you sweetheart.” He gave her a kiss and led her into the bedroom once more, to show her exactly what that job was.
Epilogue: Megan loved her new job – Being William’s wife and an interior decorator for their new palatial house. And was now busy decorating the nursery for their soon to be born baby girl.
Her next contract was redecorating William’s office but he had mentioned that he would be fine if they took it a little slow. He wanted to make sure that she takes proper rest during her pregnancy and was happy working from his home office three days a week – the arrangement worked perfect for Megan’s hormones and William’s drive. They could never have been happier!
****THE END***
Daddy’s Girl Collection (Book 1 - 3)
Daddy’s Girl (Amber)
I sit here in my bedroom and I watch the young man with the huge cock fucking this blond temptress with fake tits and all I can do is slip my fingers into my virginal white panties. I have my eyes glued to the screen of my computer and I’m consciously aware that that door could open at any moment with Jordan slipping in to say good night. Thankfully, I can hear his footsteps and the floorboards creak in a certain spot before he reaches the threshold to my bedroom.
“You really are a naughty girl. I never took you for someone that watched this stiff…I mean stuff. It’s kind of liberating to know that I’m not the only one that finds comfort and sexual enticement from the Internet. When you told me that you had something to show me, I thought that you might be referring to something else.” Sandra was the only one that I could confide in about my feelings for a certain someone. I thought that it was destined to go unrequited and that I would have to move on to those of my own age.
“I can honestly say that I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. This guy is blessed and he knows exactly what he possesses. His confidence is a little unnerving and you can tell that when he fucks a woman that it’s mostly for his own pleasure. That thing would probably kill a woman that has never been taken like that before.” I remembered the brief glimpse of what I had seen of Jordan coming from the shower. He was that specimen that was made to satisfy in all the right ways.
“From how you have described a certain part of a man’s anatomy, I would say that you have come very close to seeing it in vivid clarity. Do I have to mention him by name, or do you think that it is good enough that I only remind you about the shower incident. How you accidentally walked in on him as he was wrapping that towel around his waist. The way that you have talked about him often, I’ve wondered if you’ve ever done anything to express yourself.” Sandra was that promiscuous blond that could have any man. I thought that it was safe to confide in her about Jordan, but now I think that I’ve created a monster.
“I can see that look in your eye. I don’t want you to even think about it. As far as you are concerned, he is off limits.” I could see the disappointment, but we had a bond of trust that could not be broken by one man. She had her pick of the litter and losing her virginity when she was 15 had certainly opened her eyes to the pleasure that could be had. She had been trying to get me to drop my guard with Michael. He was that jock at school that could say all the sweetest things. I just didn’t know if I could trust him with something as delicate as my virginity.
I promise that I will keep out of it for your sake. I will do that only on the condition that you tell me what happened with Michael last night. You did go to the movies. I’m sure that you took my advice about taking a seat in the very back so that people wouldn’t be able to see what you were doing.” I had a feeling that subject matter was going to come up and I was ready with a detailed explanation. I was going to get very nasty and I wanted her to be practically begging me to satisfy her curiosity.
“We sat in the back and when the lights went down things became more interesting. I reached into the popcorn container and I felt something that wasn't at all normal. It was hard and unyielding in my hand. I could feel something sticky and instead of pulling away, I jerked it like I’d seen on some of these movies. It’s amazing what you can find on the Internet these days.” I saw her lying back and now those panties were pulled to the side to show me the puffy red lips of her sex.
“I’m just getting a little more comfortable. Do you mind sharing your toys? Hand me the silver one with the multiple settings. I want to live vicariously through your words. I’m going to close my eyes and bring myself off. I promise that I will stifle any kind of moan with my fist in my mouth.” My stepfather Jordan was most likely sleeping one off after drinking too much. He never got completely shit faced, but he certainly was feeling no pain after my mother died. This was his way of self medicating and maybe it was time for some kind of intervention.
I opened the drawer and pulled out the toy that she had requested. She flicked the switch and turned it to the highest setting. She didn’t even tease herself first. She pushed past the resistance of the elasticity of her lips. I was in the perfect position to see everything. This was not the first time that we had been in the same room playing. We had learned a lot from each other and we had even practiced kissing to make sure that we had a certain technique that had become something that the boys wanted most of all. We had gone through the necessary tutelage of using a banana to teach us how to deepthroat a monster cock like no other.
“I had my hand wrapped around him and I feel it dripping over my hand and into the popcorn. I pulled out the sticky strands and I ate them with him staring at me the entire time. I have to say that I loved the look on his face as I manipulated his flesh. The shaft was so fucking hard and even squeezing it didn’t show any give to it. I reached further down and I found his balls and they were well taken care of and groomed to perfection. I could feel the smooth surface and I squeezed like you taught me to get him to grunt. He coughed into his hand to stop anybody from getting wise to what we were doing.” She was not the only one that was getting excited by my retelling of what had occurred between me and Michael.
“Oh yeah...fuck… Oh fuck…that vibration is so fucking good.” She had promised that she wouldn’t make any unwanted overtures, but now her hand had la
nded squarely on my chest. I wasn’t sure that she knew what she was doing and that maybe she was too far gone to give a damn. “I wanted to do that at the movies and I have no idea why none of the boys that I’ve gone out with have tried something like that.” Her wet pussy was stretched open and that cylinder object was moving back and forth at a steady pace.
“I think that I can do that better than you.” She must have thought that I was talking about doing that to myself, but she found out differently when I took her hand away from where she was satisfying her own desire. We both knew that it felt better when somebody else did it and now I was the one that was stirring things to the surface. “He had one of the biggest cocks that I’ve ever seen in my life besides this guy on the screen.” The guy was a freak of nature and had what I would consider a baseball bat hanging roughly 11 inches stretching from his body.
With her hands free, she could lift that Scooby Doo nightshirt and begin to play with her ample bosom. We both had primarily the same size in that regard, but her nipples were a little bit chunkier than mine. Mine stood straight out where hers were fat and looked good enough to sample. I’d never done anything like this and even holding this weapon of choice in my hands and slamming it back and forth inside her was a departure from our usual staid sleepovers.
“If you’re not fucking careful, you are…going to make me cum all over this thing. Is that what you want to see, Amber? Do you want to see my cream sliding down the surface of that thing? If it is, then keep up what you’re doing and you will get your wish one way or the other.” I had no idea what came over me or why it felt so important to see her bubble and boil over like a pot that you wouldn’t leave on the stove without watching it carefully. She was pinching her nipples with her eyes closed and then I heard her scream with her knuckle pressed into her mouth to stop herself from giving Jordan any reason to come in here to check out what was going on.