by Aubrey Cara
“God bless you, Mr. Bernum,” Candi says as we’re exiting the cab. I doubt she has any religious inclinations, but the girl is southern. “The man upstairs is surely going to do you a solid for today’s good deed.” There are tears in Candi’s eyes and she kisses the trucker’s cheek.
“Today’s good deed cost me a hundred and fifty bucks,” I can’t help but say.
Candi shoots me a glare.
“You’re as sweet as an angel. You take care of this girl, ya hear?” he calls out to me.
“Hell, Ernie,” I say slinging my arms over Candi’s shoulders and drawing her in close. “It’s like a full time job keeping this girl out of trouble.”
“Oh, you,” Candi says, but she adds an extra umph when she elbows me in the ribs. “Drive safe, and you make sure to get that lump checked out when you get back home. Your family wants you around a good long time, Ernest Bernum!”
Hand to God, Ernie wipes a tear. “Lordy, but I know you’re right. Take care, y’all.”
I slam the door to the truck and Ernie honks the horn as he pulls out of the parking lot. It’s after eight at night and already dark out. I see a few people peeking out the windows of their hotel rooms, so I grab Candice by the arm and drag her toward the front door so we can check in. She’s still waving until the truck is out of sight.
“You know, you could have been nicer,” she says as we make our way into a homey lobby.
“He wanted to buy you. For sex. How am I the asshole?”
Candi pouts and looks away. “I’m sure the road gets awfully lonely sometimes.”
I don’t even dignify that shit with a response as I go up to the counter and get a room. The clerk tells me all they have left is a deluxe suite. The parking lot didn’t look that full, but I don’t argue. I have enough cash, but you have to hold the room with a credit card. I hadn’t been planning on being anywhere but at the safehouse so I don’t have any credit cards except the ones in my name. It’s an oversight I’m kicking myself for as the check in clerk hands me my card back along with our set of room keys.
“Thank you, Mr. Buchannan. Breakfast is served from six a.m. to nine a.m. in the lounge. I hope you both enjoy your stay.” The clerk’s smile is tight as she takes in me and Candi’s appearance. I doubt we look the usual wholesome traveling families that probably roll through here on a regular basis.
Taking Candi’s hand, we make our way to the room. Candi’s eyes don’t miss a thing. “This place is nice,” Candi whispers.
I look around. The carpet is a busy pattern and there’re fake sconces lighting our way. Along almost every hallway we pass sits one slim good-for-nothing table with a big fake plant on it. The place looks like an average hotel to me.
I look at Candi and she’s kind of smiling. I realize she’s impressed. Might even be excited to be staying here. I don’t know why but that makes me feel like a fucking king.
“Here,” I say handing her the room keycard, once we’re in front of our door. “You do the honors.”
“Really?”
“Go ahead.”
She bites her lip as she takes the card and puts it in the slot. It turns green, and she turns the handle. The smile she casts me right before she walks into the room is blinding. I have to rub my chest, the force of her grin hits me so damn hard.
I flop down on the hard sofa in the room, while Candi zings around picking things up and pointing things out. “Would you look at these coffee filters? They already have the coffee in them, like big ole tea bags!” And then from the bathroom. “Ooo, they have little soaps that are wrapped up like fancy chocolate.”
“Where the hell kind of places have you been staying?” I mutter. Her dating dickwads like Cody is starting to make more sense. If she were my girl I would show her some of the world and…my mind stutters as Candi walks out of the bathroom whipping off the long sleeve. Fucking sexy midriff and a white bra encasing her gorgeous breasts are exposed as her little white shirt goes over her head.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she says. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so grimy.”
My mouth dries as the last of her clothes get tossed to the floor. Naked as the day, Candi struts back into the bathroom. Ass swaying and tits bouncing.
“I’m feeling pretty dirty myself.” I hear myself say. I’m ripping my shirt off over my head and heel toeing out of my boots as I make my way to the bathroom door. My pants are open, hanging on my hips, and my cock wants to spring out and play at the sight of her.
She’s all long limbs and curves. Her pussy peeks out at me when she leans in to test the water and my dick twitches at the sight.
I stride in and catch her off guard grabbing her around the waist from behind. She gives a surprised squeak then yelps when I give her luscious ass a hard enough swat to leave a hand print. The glowing outline of my hand on her ass makes my cock twitch.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
I whip her around, pressing her to the wall. “I’m here to help you get dirty.”
“Don’t you mean clean?”
“No.” My mouth crashes down on hers. Her lips surrender under my assault, opening in soft submission to my punishing kiss.
My claiming kiss.
This is my woman. Her moans as I kiss her. Her gasp as I palm her ass and lift her to rub my dick against her hot core. Her long legs wrapping around my waist. They’re all mine.
I know it’s not rational. This girl is trouble. The kind of trouble I’ve never wanted in my life. But there’s nothing rational about how she makes me feel. Rational took a hike the second I spanked this girl in the back room of a stupid party. I want to punish her, but I want to make her feel as crazy as she makes me.
I yank my wallet out of my back pocket, pulling out a condom. I let her legs slide to the floor as I roll it on. The entire time she watches, panting, her cheeks flushed. Her arms are around my neck her hands in my hair. I stretch her arms out over her head and keep her wrists pinned with one hand as I guide myself to her hot cunt.
Her baby blues never leave mine as I push inside her, even when she bites her lip and whimpers. I haven’t prepared her. She’s not as ready to take me as she ought to be, but she doesn’t stop me.
Keeping her wrists pinned I grind my thumb to her clit as she whimpers and moans until her sweet cunt is pulsing and gushing on my cock. Then I thrust hard inside her. Just once, shoving her up the wall to be speared on my cock.
“Daddy shouldn’t let his naughty little girl come.” My voice is coarse, menacing and she whimpers. I give her nipple a punishing pinch and feel as she flexes around my cock, gasping and squirming. “And you’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, princess?” When she doesn’t answer I fist her hair at her nape and make her look up at me. “Haven’t you?” I growl.
“Yes, yes sir.”
I get primal satisfaction when her reply comes out as a moan. “Tell me one reason daddy should let you come?”
“Hank,” she says pleading.
“Wrong answer.” I grab a handful of towels from the rack next to us and toss them to the floor. Then I pull back and push her forward. “Present your ass for daddy.”
She only hesitates for a second before easing down on the floor. Her gorgeous ass is in the air, her head resting on her forearms on the ground. She’s perfection, and I almost want to reward her for knowing just how to present herself. Almost.
My eyes land on barely noticeable scratches scoring down her right ass cheek. I didn’t put those marks on her. “How the hell did you get these?” I asked with deceptive calm, running a finger over the lines.
Biting her lip she looks back up at me, the picture of guilt. “Dom.” Her answer comes out so softly I almost don’t hear it.
My blood boils and I wish I’d shot more than that fucker’s toe off. “Did you let him—did he fucking—” my mind stutters. I can’t even go there. I’ll lose my shit.
“That was it,” she rushes. “I had to dance for him this afternoon and he-he d
id that.”
I hate that she danced for him. That he saw any bit of her. She’s mine.
My hand cracks down on her upturned ass. My cock surges as much from the sting of my hand as her little cry. “You could have prevented all of this had you been honest with me. Were you honest with me, princess?”
“No, no daddy.”
Fuck. That reply makes me want to slam my cock back inside her. Instead, I step out of my pants that have fallen to the floor before spanking her again and again.
She’s holding herself still, her muscles flexing and releasing with each stinging smack. Her body’s taut with her effort not to squirm away from me. Not until her gasps turn into moaning cries, her ass swollen and red, do I fall to my knees behind her and shove back inside her wet heat.
I pull her up by her hair until her back is to my front. Gently gripping her throat I ask, “Tell me, princess, would you rather strip for strangers now?”
A whimper is her only response and it pisses me off.
“Are you letting me touch you, fuck you, because you owe me money?”
“Hank, please,” she pants, grabbing my wrist at her throat like I’m choking her which I know I’m not. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she chants as she pushes back and grinds her hot pussy down on my cock. Shit, she feels like heaven. I knew her tight little cunt was going to ruin me for all other women.
I was right.
Doesn’t mean I still don’t want to punish her.
Bringing my hand down in a sharp slap to her clit draws a cry from her lips and her body tightens. I do it again until tears of frustration run down her cheeks and her pussy starts to spasm. I yank out of her, her cry of incompletion music to my ears.
“Hank, please! I’m so close.”
“What makes you think daddy’s going to let you come?”
With glazed eyes, and tear tracks still on her face, she looks back at me over her shoulder, hair in disarray. Saying nothing more she eases back down, until her face is lying on the towels and her ass in the air. The move is one of relinquishing control. She’s beautiful and oh so tempting. Her innocent act of submission has me plunging back into her tight heat.
I fall forward. Pushing her down, covering her. Holding her around the waist as I hammer into her. Her legs spread further under me, until she’s completely open to my thrusts. I’m burning from the inside. All my heat spearing to my cock, and I’m surging inside her. A hoarse groan tears from me as I cum. Her delectable pussy ripples around me as she cries out and I dimly realize I should pull out. I wasn’t planning on letting her come. Not this time. But I’m powerless to leave her sweet cunt as it flexes in grasping pulls.
My pulse is roaring in my ears as I lie panting over her until she shifts uncomfortably under me, and I realize I’m crushing her. Sliding off, I flop onto my back on the cold tile, my breath still ragged. The shower still hammering away behind us.
I look over and find her watching me with her big, blue eyes while she nibbles on her lip. She reaches out and runs lazy fingers over my beard. “It wasn’t true,” she says softly.
“Hmm, what’s that?”
“When I said I let you touch me only because I owe you money.” A tear leaks from the corner of her eye and her voice grows thick with her confession. “That wasn’t true. I trust you. And I like you way more than I should like a man who spanks me, and calls himself daddy.” The last part comes out in a scandalized whisper and it makes me smile.
“Come here,” I say holding out a hand.
Instead of curling up next to me, she climbs up and straddles me, her long limbs wrapping around me. Her delectable body plasters to mine.
My body’s reaction is instantaneous despite coming only minutes ago. It’s always ready to go with this girl. I fill my hands with her hot ass and pull her closer as she grinds down on me.
Jesus, she’s going to be the death of me.
I pull her down for a kiss until she’s moaning and trying to thrust her tongue down my throat. Then I pull her back by the hair and smack her ass to watch her eyes roll back. “We should shower before the water runs cold.”
She’s so fucking hot for it.
I get sadistic pleasure in her whimpering pout. Her mouth is all swollen and red from beard burn. Her skin is so delicate and easily marked, but that just makes me want to mark her all the more.
In the shower, I wash her hair while sipping at her lips and running soapy hands over her body. Her honey spills out over my hand as I reach between her legs. She’s sloppy wet and I want to thrust back inside her.
I know there is shit we need to discuss. Things she needs to explain, and I still owe her a real punishment for the stunts she’s been pulling. But here and now I can’t bring myself to care.
Shutting off the water I wrap a crappy little towel around her before picking her up and carrying her out to the bedroom. We’re still soaking wet, but I don’t give a shit as I lay her over the end of the bed and shove her legs wide before burying my face right where I want to be. I lick at her little folds and suck her clit into my mouth before thrusting my tongue inside her. All the while her hands yank at my hair as her body writhes, but I hold her in place, a prisoner to my mouth.
From clit to asshole hole, I lick her. Running my tongue around her tight little rosette she squirms and pulls at my hair. “Fuck Hank, not there.”
I push up her legs and swat her ass. “Who?”
“Daddy,” she says growing still. I love how she says ‘daddy’ like she’s scandalized as all hell each and every time she says it.
“Is daddy’s girl allowed to swear?”
She shakes her head.
“Is daddy’s girl allowed to tell daddy what to do, or where he can touch her?”
She sucks her bottom lip in and she blushes. Honey trickles out of her pussy at my words, pooling at her sweet little back hole. “Daddy, please,” she starts, but I wrap her hands around the back of her knees and splay her wide.
“Hold yourself open for daddy.” I run my fingers through her honey, leisurely coating them. “Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?”
“Daddy.”
“And here?” I ask slowly pushing a finger into her bottom hole, never taking my eyes off hers as she whimpers. “Who does this ass belong to?”
“Daddy,” she says on a pant, her eyes rolling closed.
“That’s right, baby girl. You belong to me.” More of her juices spill out and I’m suddenly dying to see my cum leaking out of her. “You on the pill? Do you know if you’re clean?”
I’ve caught her off guard. Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she nods, looking away. “I—I’ve always used condoms, but I’m on the pill too. And last month when—I thought my boyfriend was cheating, I got tested.”
“I’m clean too, and I want to feel you coming on my bare cock. Would you like to come on daddy’s cock, princess?”
“Yes, please.”
She says it so sweetly I almost push into her on the spot. But I still want to play. I pull my fingers out and ease two slippery digits back inside her, watching as her rosette stretches around my fingers. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby. Finger your clit for daddy. Let me know when you’re about to come.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me.”
Hesitantly she touches her clit and doesn’t move her fingers. I grab her wrist with my free hand and smack down on her pussy. “Ahh.”
“Do it right or your sweet little pussy is going to get a spanking.”
She whimpers as she circles her clit. I pump my fingers slowly in and out and her movements grow less self-conscious.
“Oh, yeah, does that feel good, baby girl? You like daddy working your ass while you play with your pussy?”
Her little mewl as she pushes her hips down onto my fingers, her eyes rolling closed, is the only answer I need.
“Someday I’m going to take you right here where my fingers are,” I spread my fingers as I pump in and her body arches. “And
you’re going to come so hard for me, your pretty ass stretched out over daddy’s cock.”
Her pink tipped mounds rise and fall with her shallow, quick inhalations, and her movements grow jerky. She’s so wet, sloppy sounds of her fingering herself fill the room. I can’t help but lean down and suck in a nipple. I suck a little harder, biting down as she moans low and feral. Her hips pump like mad against my fingers and her own. I doubt she’s even registering my words anymore.
“Are you getting close, baby?”
“Mmhmm.”
“How close?”
“So close, daddy. Oh god, I’m going to come. I’m going to come now, daddy.”
With one hard thrust I’m inside her, pounding into her swollen cunt as she convulses on my bare cock. I thought she felt like heaven before, but this, this feeling of her silky, swollen walls closed fist tight on my dick—this is the real place I want to go to when I die.
Her yells are guttural and thrum through my body, making my head spin. “Fuck, baby girl, that’s right. Keep coming on daddy.”
Jesus. H. The way she tears at the sheets when her body arches with each orgasm that wracks her body—her moaning cries every time I hit deep inside her—it’s all fucking perfection.
My balls ache from holding back, but I don’t want this to end. I want to stay inside her forever. Slowing down I give her and myself a reprieve. I want to see her over me, milking my cock when I come.
Easing out, I scoot up and on the bed and lie down, holding my hand out to her. “Come ride daddy.”
She’s a limp rag as she shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t come again.”
“Yes you can, baby girl. Come on. Just one more.”
Slowly she crawls up over me, her gorgeous breasts swaying. She lays herself completely over me like a blanket and snuggles her face into my neck. “I’m all done, daddy. No more.”
My cock bobs popping, her against the ass. I grab her hips pushing her down. “No ma’am. You’re not done until daddy’s done. Up you go.”
I ease her up and lift her hips. She raises on trembling thighs. Taking my cock in her slender hand she guides me home, easing down on me with a hiss.