Single Daddy Dom

by Sophia Gray

  Antonia gave herself a moment to just stare at him, drinking in all the details of his flushed, aroused body, while he met her gaze through heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes. “You want to drive me crazy, is that it?” Cal asked in between long, drawn-out panting breaths.

  “Maybe,” Antonia said coyly. She leaned down to lick a hot line from between Cal’s pecs, down his stomach, over the outline of his cock. “Maybe I just like playing with you. You’re like my new favorite toy.”

  Cal smiled and rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t a mocking gesture. He reached down again. Antonia expected him to push his hand on the back of her head, guiding her back towards his cock, but instead he just traced the outline of her face, his fingers lightly hovering over her cheek. “You’re something else, you know that?” Cal whispered. He blinked heavily as he stared at her, and she felt weirdly calm even though her heart still thundered in her chest like a freight train.

  Antonia blushed a little and looked away from Cal. She ran her hands over his thighs and hips. “You want me to take these off?” she asked, sticking her thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and tugging just a little bit so that they dipped below his hipbones.

  Cal gave a scoffing laugh. “Um, yeah. Duh.”

  Antonia smiled, but she didn’t give him what he wanted right away. Instead, she leaned over and bit down on his hip, sucking around the protruding bone until a pathetic whine fell out of Cal’s mouth. “Ahh…ohhh…”

  She raked her teeth over his hips and pushed his boxers down a little bit more as she sunk her teeth into the very top of his thigh. Cal spread his legs farther apart. His hand found her head again, pressing down so hard that Antonia wasn’t sure she could throw him off this time if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to. She wanted him to press down harder, to force her to give all of her mouth to him, to bite him like an animal. She wanted him to unleash his deepest, darkest desires, to give her all the parts of himself that he’d been hiding ever since they’d met. He won’t, some small part of her, deep inside her mind, thought. He doesn’t trust me enough to show me the beast inside his heart. He doesn’t care enough to make the effort, either.

  Still, she kept going, gradually pushing the band of his boxers down with her mouth until the top of his dick was exposed. By this point, Cal was panting harder than ever, his fingers tangling into her hair almost painfully while he gripped her other hand so hard she worried he was going to break one of his own fingers from sheer force.

  But it was his face that led her to finally move on to the next stage—his expression so pained, so torn up that she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. He looked like he was suffering under the weight of his own desire, and she decided it was time to have mercy on him, since he would never break down and beg her the way she wanted him to.

  Just then, though, right after she’d given up all hope, he cleared his throat and closed his eyes, his cheeks darkening even more as he whispered, “Please.”

  Antonia’s hairs stood on edge in response to that single word. Her body tingled as her blood coursed faster through her veins. “What was that?” she whispered. She crawled back up Cal’s body until she was eye-level with him, staring deeply into the darkness of his pupils.

  Cal swallowed hard and licked his lips again before answering. When he spoke again, his voice was a bit louder, but it still trembled, like he was terrified of his own words. “Please. Fucking suck me off. Please. I need it.”

  Antonia grinned so hard and so fast that it felt like her face was splitting in half. She chuckled lowly and leaned in to tease her teeth along the edge of Cal’s neck, her tongue dancing along the outline of his shoulder. An electric current seemed to buzz off his skin, his desperation more and more tangible with every pulse of his heart. She imagined that she could taste his desire, feel it pressing against her tongue. It was enough. Finally, she was getting to the good part, the part she’d been aching for forever. If she was being honest with herself, it was the thing she’d been waiting for ever since she’d met Cal, to feel him truly come apart, all because of her.

  She reached down and tore Cal’s underwear off, tossing it across the room. No more games. It was time to break Cal down and rebuild him from the ground up. For that, she’d have to get her hands dirty.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cal

  Cal’s whole world was consumed by Antonia’s mouth, which wrapped tightly around the head of his cock for one glorious moment before she pulled off, leaving him cold and shivering, practically on the verge of tears. Antonia’s hand was still on his balls, rubbing gently, her nails skimming over his skin in patterns that his mind couldn’t follow. Cal closed his eyes tightly and breathed in deeply, trying to center himself. He felt like if he didn’t get to come soon, he was going to break in half, or at least start sobbing like a little girl. That wasn’t exactly sexy, was it?

  He’d been with many women over the years, especially since he and Briana had broken up, but none of them had ever done this to him, making him feel like he’d fucking die if he didn’t get to be inside of her for more than a few seconds at a time. Cal stared at the darkness of his own eyelids, attempting to ground himself. He heard a faint chuckling sound. He opened his eyes and was unsurprised to see Antonia smirking down at him, her tongue slipping out of her mouth as she leaned down to breathe hotly against the tip of his dick. “Jesus fuck,” he muttered. His voice came out hoarse and rough, as if he’d spent the last hour screaming. In reality, he’d spent the last however long trying not to scream. Everything was a blur, the world around him faded into oblivion, leaving only the sensations between his legs.

  Antonia’s fingers trailed upwards, petting over the sides of his cock, one after another after another. Finally, she wrapped her hand around the base, squeezing it lightly in her palm. “So hot,” Antonia murmured, letting more of her breath hit his sensitive flesh. He flinched, sinking deeper into the mattress to get some relief away from her teasing touches. He was torn between his desire to push up into her hand, to get more contact on his skin, and the impulse to push her away entirely and beat himself off to relieve the built up tension. All of his muscles ached like he’d been on his bike riding for hours. His back stuck to the sheets underneath his body from the sweat he’d given off over the past half hour. But he wasn’t tired, exactly, even though it was well past midnight by now. It was like there were tiny bombs rushing through his veins, attached to his blood cells, ready to go off at any moment. It felt…strangely good, feeling this foreign energy inside of him. His head felt fuzzy and blurred, like he’d had too many shots of whiskey, but it made him feel warm. Safe, even, like he was wrapped up in a cocoon, shielded from the rest of the world away from this bed. He was at Antonia’s mercy, but for some reason that didn’t scare him nearly as much as it should have.

  Antonia leaned over him again. She braced herself above his head and stared down directly into his eyes while her hand slowly moved over his cock with long, patient strokes. Her hand was warm, just the perfect size to cover most of his dick’s width, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Some part of him was a little scared that if she kept jerking him off, he’d come right then, outside of her. That’s unacceptable, he told himself, even as he thrusted his hips upward to send his cock deeper into her palm. “You want my mouth?” Antonia whispered, dragging her lips along the edge of his ear. Sparks of pleasure raced down his neck and along his spine.

  “Yeah,” he grunted out in response as soon as his words returned to him. He squirmed underneath Antonia’s weight to shove his cock faster into her loose fist.

  “You don’t act like it,” Antonia said. Her words were sharp as knives. Her eyes twinkled with mischief, reflecting the dim light of the lamp next to the bed.

  Cal was so mesmerized by the redness of Antonia’s lips, the inviting wetness of her tongue, that it took him almost a full minute to register her words. “What?” he finally asked, confused.

  “You don’t act like you want my mouth all that much,” Antonia sai
d. She moved her fist a little faster over his cock now. Cal’s eyes fall shut as the friction became more intense, his dick throbbing more powerfully against her skin.

  Antonia could probably feel the pulse of his heart in the head of his dick, as when Cal forced his eyes open again he saw that she was smiling more broadly, looking viciously beautiful in the dim light of the bedroom, her pupils two dark stars growing wider as she stared at Cal’s mouth, biting down on her lip like she was holding herself back from saying something.

  “I want your mouth,” he said again. He reached up to grab the side of Antonia’s face and pulled her down until their foreheads were touching. “I really fucking do.”

  Antonia’s throat worked for a minute as she swallowed hard, pulling back a little from Cal’s grasp but keeping her face close to his. “Then fucking prove it,” she whispered. She pulled on her bottom lip with her teeth. God, that lip looked so fucking delicious. Cal just wanted to pull on it and suck it and taste it and….Oh, Cal thought, a cold chill going down his spine as he realized what he was really thinking about. He wanted to kiss her, on the lips, like a goddamned fool in a romance movie. He wanted to taste her mouth, to claim that last untouched part of her, to possess her as thoroughly as possible. Honestly, he wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything, at least that he could remember, even more than he’d wanted to be the leader of the Bone Breakers.

  But…it would send the wrong message, right? It would be one thing if he kissed in the middle of fucking, when he was buried deep inside of her and couldn’t think straight. But here she was just playing with his cock lazily, pulling on his dick to keep him hard but not really doing any real damage, sexually speaking. He wouldn’t have an excuse or an explanation shield him. If he kissed her now, he would have really kissed her, admitting that he wanted to be close to her by treating her as more than just a fucktoy. Was he really ready for that?

  Oh, fuck it, Cal thought. He reached up to grab the back of Antonia’s head and pull her back down towards his face. Now or never.

  “I—are you…?” Antonia trailed off. Her breath hit his mouth, like she was trying to tantalize him into taking that last step. But her eyes had gone wide and she looked like a bunny rabbit stunned in the middle of a highway, caught in the headlights of a truck.

  “I am,” Cal whispered back, applying pressure on the back of Antonia’s head until their lips collided. It started off frighteningly soft, their lips just brushing up against each other while Antonia’s hand slowed down around his cock, giving long, teasing pushes and pulls instead of jerking him off the way she had been before. But soon, desire got the better of Cal, and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, exploring the new territory fearlessly, wanting to map out every last detail of her tongue in his mind so he could use it to fantasize later, in case they never did this again.

  For her own part, Antonia moaned into the kiss and clutched the side of Cal’s face, rubbing his chin as she kissed him more deeply, tangling her tongue with his and then closing her mouth around his bottom lip, sucking on it like it was candy.

  Cal loved being inside her mouth, feeling her teeth scrape against him, her fingers digging into his skin as she grunted into his mouth, pulling and biting and sucking for minutes upon minutes until they finally broke apart for air.

  “Jesus Christ,” Antonia whispered into the space between their mouths. She reached in again to drop a much softer, shorter peck on his lips. “Fuck.”

  “Yeah,” Cal agreed, feeling his dick throb even harder than before in response to their time-stopping kiss.

  “Fuck, baby,” Antonia murmured, dropping her mouth back onto his as she worked his cock faster, apparently no longer interesting in teasing him to the point of utter insanity after getting what she wanted and worked so hard for. She moaned into his lips, her delicious sweet tongue wrapping around his and sucking, pulling him deeper into her mouth.

  Cal couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He let his hands wander over her back, scratching over her spinal column before finally reaching her ass, grabbing the thick muscles there and giving them a good squeeze, making Antonia squeal in surprise. He could feel the vibrations of her voice hit him, her energy washing over him like a wave. God, he had to have her. He couldn’t take waiting any longer. Not after tasting her like this, hearing how much she wanted him. He had to give her what she wanted.

  Cal growled as he flipped them over and slammed her hard into the mattress, his dick rubbing up against her cunt right away. “Oh, fuck!” Antonia cried out. She tangled her fingers into his hair and yanked him back down to kiss her again.

  Without waiting any longer, Cal grabbed a condom off the side table, pushed it down over his dick, and then let his cock slip into her wet warmth, stopping himself as soon as the head of his dick slid inside. He didn’t want to hurt her. It’d been at least thirty minutes since he’d eaten her out, so he figured a slow entry was necessary, but then Antonia grunted like an animal and shoved her hips upward, forcing more of her cunt to cling to his cock, sucking him in like quicksand.

  Cal cried out, letting his own hips twitch forward and send the rest of his cock inside of her, pressing up against her hot, trembling walls, which seemed to contract around him every few seconds.

  “Do it. Give it to me,” Antonia ordered him, reaching up to bite hard into his shoulder. He hissed out in pain, and slammed his hand down on the mattress to keep himself from collapsing onto her.

  He snarled down at Antonia, seeing his own desire reflected in her bright shining eyes. He kissed her hard again, this time letting his teeth sink into her lips, biting at her like she was his prey, probably causing her some amount of pain. But if Antonia minded at all, she hid it well, clutching hard at his back, digging her nails fiercely into his skin, probably leaving even more marks that he’d have to worry about later. But for now, he just didn’t give a fuck. He had to fuck into her as hard as he could. So that’s what he did, forcing his cock in and out of her, pounding her into the mattress, making the bed squeak in complaint as he thrust on top of her.

  “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes,” Antonia called out, thrusting back almost as hard as Cal, keeping his head close by hers so she could lick and bite and suck at his neck.

  “Fuck, so tight,” Cal muttered into Antonia’s neck, turning to bite at her chin just to cut off the pathetic noises that tried to escape his throat as Antonia’s pussy contracted more tightly around him.

  Cal adjusted to get a new angle, slamming against the right spot inside of her. “Yeah, baby, right there, right there, do it,” Antonia said. He attacked that spot with all of his weight, forcing himself in faster and faster to create more friction, her wetness becoming more obvious as he sped up.

  He could feel her pussy flutter around him, like a flower opening and closing to let its seeds out into the spring air. For some ridiculous reason, that image only made him feel hotter, his body more desperate to claim hers, to give it to harder than before, so that no doubt lingered in Antonia’s mind about who owned her.

  Antonia banged her hands on Cal’s back, pulling their torsos tighter together as he put all of his force and energy into his thrusts, pulling himself almost all the way out before shoving back in again. One of Cal’s hands squeezed between their bodies, reaching down to stimulate Antonia’s clit. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, fuck me, fuck,” Antonia rambled as he pulled on her sensitive nub, rubbing at it relentlessly as he forced himself in and out of her tight, hungry little hole. “Baby, I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t….” Antonia trailed off into a series of increasingly high-pitched moans.

  “Yes, you can,” Cal whispered, sucking on the side of her neck for a moment before grabbing her face with his free hand and forcing her to look at him. “Yes, you fucking can.”

  In Antonia’s eyes, Cal could detect a note of doubt still, fear written across her face. Cal could tell what she was thinking somehow, without her even having to say anything. She’s not sure she can come again, he realized
, slowing down a little bit to catch his breath before speeding back up again. Well, I’ll have to prove her wrong.

  Cal moved his fingers around in slow, deliberate circles, while he bore down with all his weight at the right angle, trying to hit the most sensitive spot on her pussy wall. “There, fuck, there,” Antonia grunted out, scratching her way down his back until she grabbed his ass. “Baby, yes!”

  Cal rolled his hips in drawn-out circles, careful to keep his dick pressed on that same exact spot while his fingers jerked her clit off, using her own wetness as lubricant to make sure she got as much pleasure as possible. For his own part, he felt like his whole body was encased in some glowing godly light, all of his cells jumping for joy with every stroke of his dick inside of Antonia’s impossibly tight, wet cunt. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but he’d be damned before he’d let himself get off without doing the same for his partner first.

  “Baby!” Antonia cried out, a long series of grunts tearing out of her throat before she screamed like a banshee, so loud that Cal was a little worried one of the boys might wake up and hear them, but there was no stopping them now, not when Antonia was on the verge of exploding again.