by Abby Kace
“I’ll go slow as I can. But I’ve been waiting to claim you, waiting so fucking long. I love you, baby girl.”
It’s like a splash of hot water on my face. “L-Love me?”
We both know it’s not the normal kind of love.
“I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s fucking wrong, but I can’t let you go, Hailey. I can’t let the world out there take my princess away. And you know what? I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks. You’re mine.”
He rolls his hips back, dragging his cock over my walls before plunging back in to pump me hard. Wet noises fill the room and I scream as pleasure smothers my senses. Then he lifts me into the air, shifting my whole weight onto his cock, and he bounces my body while he thrusts up. My vision starts to blur.
“Daddy I’m going to cum!”
“Not yet.”
My cries ring out and my pussy ripples around his girth. “Daddy!”
“Not yet,” he growls, heaving me into the air before catching my ass. “You wait until Daddy says you can.”
I do my best to bite back the rushing tide.
Daddy carries me to a chair and sits down, straddling me over his lap as I ride him. He grabs my rear with his big hands, pulling my cheeks apart, and I feel the air on my asshole. Daddy pumps my pussy with upthrusts.
“I love watching these little titties bounce, baby. Lets me know I’m fucking you hard enough.”
My hand whips across his jaw again. I had to slap him for talking about my body like I’m a piece of meat, even though a part me of shivers with pleasure at his dirty words. He can’t control himself.
“You keep hitting me all you want,” Daddy grunts. “Those little hands are fucking perfect. Just wait until I teach you how to please Daddy’s cock with them.” He smacks my thighs. “You’re so goddamn plump, baby girl.”
“Oh god.”
His fingers dig into my rear cheeks, squeezing them hard. “This ass too. Fuck! This ass is perfect.” His eyes blaze with a wild light I’ve never seen before. “Daddy’s gonna have to fuck your little asshole today.”
He slaps my buttocks. Once. Twice. A sequence of smacks jiggles my bottom. Daddy’s cock never stops pumping in my pussy, and my juices slick over his lap greasing the motions.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“Ohhhhhhhh Daddy. I … I …” My pussy clenches and I gasp. “I’m cumming!”
“I tell you when to cum,” Daddy says harshly, his biceps bulging with veins. I’m bouncing like a puppet with no strings. “Ask your daddy for permission like a good girl.”
I hold his hair, trying to speak through my panting. “Please Daddy, may I cum?”
“You may, baby, you may cum all over Daddy’s hard cock.”
I push down until my ass rounds out over his thighs. My pussy constricts sharply.
“Hailey,” he groans, face snarling like a beast. “Goddamn, little girl. Your cunt is fucking heaven.”
I choke him off with a turn of my hips, tugging his cock between my walls. His muscles tense everywhere, and Daddy swells even bigger inside me. I grimace but keep grinding, intent on milking the thick shaft in my pussy.
Daddy snarls through his teeth. “You know what’ll happen if I cum inside you.”
I reach under me to stroke his sac and feel his balls draw up.
“Fuck!” Daddy roars.
“I know what’ll happen,” I whisper.
His cock surges between my folds.
A finger rubs along my puckered anus.
“You’ll take my cum first,” Daddy hisses. “Then I’m taking your little asshole.”
I climax from his words, and Daddy swallows my cry as he kisses me, his cock spewing out scalding cum against the roof of my pussy.
He pulls out right away to set me on the ground.
Watching my body shake, he strokes himself for a minute, and to my shock he gets hard again. I feel like I’ve been wrung out, but Daddy barely looks fazed.
“Get on all fours.” He smacks my bottom. “Ass up.”
I raise my rear with his cum trickling out of me. I look over my shoulder to see Daddy kneeling, stroking that huge cock soapy with my juices.
My anus clinches when his tip slides into the cleft of my bottom, and Daddy slaps my ass on each side making me shudder.
“What a pretty little hole,” he says. “Just like your pussy.”
Holding my waist from behind, he forces through my ring until my passage grips him firmly. Then a different pleasure rises in my belly.
“Daddy!”
“Both holes, Hailey. You need to take me in both holes.”
Daddy’s hips spank my ass with every thrust, pumping hard as his balls smack my pussy.
“You still want to play games with me, baby girl?”
“I was never playing,” I shout.
“You wanted my cock didn’t you?”
My hands scrabble at the carpet. “Yes!”
“You need my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl. That’s a good girl.” He kisses my shoulder. “I need you more, angel. I always have.”
His confession shocks me out of the hot stupor I’ve been swimming in. How long has he felt this way? How long has he held back? If I hadn’t teased him today, would he have ever told me?
As if he can read my thoughts, Daddy leaves my ass to fuck my pussy again. He hooks his arms under mine, wrenching me back against his body. He angles up his cock to press on my front wall and I hump back onto his thrusts.
“I didn’t want you to leave, Hailey. I never fucking wanted you to leave.”
“Liar,” I moan. “You’ve been ignoring me until,” I breathe a moan, “until I made you lose control.”
“I wanted to protect you, little girl. Do you think it’s right for me to fuck you like a filthy animal?” He bites my neck. “To mark you like this?” Both his hands wrap around my breasts as his hips slam against my ass. “My sweet baby girl, I controlled myself because I love you.”
I feel the pulsing tremors that surge up his shaft. The thought that my daddy’s about to cum again sends me to new heights, and my pussy clenches in a sudden orgasm that makes me squeak, my sticky release seeping out around his shaft, flowing down my thighs. My peak won’t fall.
Daddy slaps my ass hard.
“Are you cumming without permission, angel?”
A moan leaves my mouth. “I didn’t know I needed permission every time.”
“Little slut,” he hisses.
“Man whore!”
Daddy growls out a chuckle, his cock buried to the balls in my pussy. “That’s right, baby girl, Daddy’s your man whore. You own my cock now just like I own this tight little cunt.”
I scream out my climax that keeps swelling, my walls convulsing around his hard cock.
“Daddy!”
He punches a final thrust before his cock floods my channel with seed. Daddy bends me under him until we’re both on all fours, his hard weight holding me down, and our fingers entwine as his hips grind against my ass.
“Do you know what we’ll do tonight?” he growls.
“What?” I gasp.
“You’re gonna climb into my bed and spread your creamy thighs so Daddy can eat this little fuck hole all night long. And you will cum for me, angel. I’ll be squeezing every last drop of girl juice from your sweet pussy.”
I can’t answer. I’m breathing too hard.
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I WAKE UP in Daddy’s bed the next morning with his cock resting against my belly. He really drained me last night—and I drained him too. I don’t remember exactly when we fell asleep, but I do remember snuggling up to his shoulders with my fingers stroking his sac.
My holes feel tender as I sit up, and the taste of Daddy’s cum fills my mouth.
All the bedsheets smell of sex.
I glance at Daddy, still slumbering it seems.
Stifling a giggle, I straddle his chest and part my folds, inching toward his fac
e. I wonder if I can wake him with my scent.
“What’re you up to?” Daddy says with his eyes closed.
“You were pretending!”
His eyes open. I glance back to see his cock fully erect, right before he grabs my thighs.
“Give me that sweet pussy.”
I blush. “Daddy, I need a shower, you don’t want—”
“Nonsense.”
He pulls me close to bury his mouth in my sex, his tongue delving between my folds.
“Oh Daddy.”
A final lick sends me crashing over the cliff, my folds fluttering around his tongue.
I lie down shaking all over.
Daddy rolls on top and thrusts into me fully, muffling my cry with one hand. “Hush, little girl. Don’t let the neighbors know how greedy your pussy is.”
Daddy pumps me with shallow thrusts, fucking through my pleasure while his mouth sucks over my throat. Another orgasm burns through me like liquid fire.
I scratch over his shoulders, writhing under him, and I feel Daddy’s climax deep in my pussy.
When his hand lifts from my mouth, the only noise I make is a tiny whimper.
He rewards me with a kiss. “Good girl.”
“I’d better be,” I gasp.
Daddy runs his thumb across my chin. “I’m hungry. How about you?”
I gape at him in alarm, unsure what else he could want with his cum still leaking out of me.
“For food,” he says with a smirk. “Are you hungry for food?”
“Oh.” I give a timid nod.
After breakfast, Daddy helps me pack up the rest of my moving boxes. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt on and his muscles ripple every time he picks up a box.
Oh yes, I’m still moving out.
Daddy says I’m a big girl who needs to get her own place. Even though he calls me his little girl when he fucks me, which is often, and something about that gets me so hot. But he also wants me to follow my dreams, which means moving out of his house.
“I’ll be keeping an eye on you at all times,” he says as he hands my phone back with a tracking app installed, and Daddy shows me his phone with the same app installed so I can track where he is.
I roll my eyes, but deep down I’m giddy about this new craziness.
For half an hour I sort through some old notebooks piled on a table in the garage.
All I have on are panties and they’re pulled aside over my ass cheek. Leaning over the table, I try to flip through the pages while Daddy fucks me from behind, his cock squelching in and out of my pussy. This is the third time he’s taken me today.
“I’ll miss you, little girl.”
My hands shake so hard I drop a notebook on the floor. Daddy smacks my ass before he walks around the table to pick it up. He gives me a kiss and returns to my rear, thrusting back into my pussy.
Those powerful hips slam my butt even harder, and after another minute I give up on sorting. I brace my hands on the table as Daddy’s thick cock pistons in my channel.
“My apartment’s only four hours away!”
“Too fucking far.” He grabs my breasts to use them like handles. “I’ve got half a mind to lock you in this house and keep my dick in you.” A sharp slap cuts across my ass. Fingers slide below to find my clit, whirling and pinching. “My sweet little girl,” he growls.
I surrender to the pleasure slamming through my body. The itching trickle deep in my pussy explodes.
Daddy’s cock plunges to the balls. “Cumming without permission again?”
“I don’t need your stupid permission!”
Daddy answers with a smack that jiggles my butt, the thwack so hard I’m sure he left a print. Then he pulls out, turns me around, and lifts my body onto the table before pressing his mouth to my drenched pussy. After I’m clean, he stands back to slap my swollen folds.
Another orgasm tears my body apart. “Daddy!”
“You okay?” he growls.
“W-Why did you do that?” I yell.
Daddy holds me to steady my shakes, his mouth panting on my throat. “I couldn’t resist, baby girl. Your cunt looked too pretty.”
“You’re crazy!” I’m still shaking, the pleasure from that last slap like nothing else.
Daddy says nothing. He digs out a pair of scissors from a box and snips off a clump of my long hair, tying it into a ribbon. Then he stuffs my hair into his pocket.
I’m so stunned I can’t even speak until he kisses me again.
“What’s that for?” I stammer.
“I’m gonna jerk off with that hair when you’re gone. Rub it over my dick while I cum, thinking about you.”
My eyes bulge out. His words sink in, and I shake my head slowly.
“What?” Daddy says, as if what he just said is perfectly normal.
“Nevermind.”
“Good girl.”
“Uh-huh.” I gulp, staring at his erection. I haven’t even realized he hasn’t cum.
A grin creases Daddy’s mouth, and he leans forward with those fierce eyes blazing.
I shove his chest. “No way.” I’m still tingling down there. “You’re too much!”
Daddy looks abashed for only a moment before he stands back to stroke himself. “You need to take care of this, baby girl.”
“Don’t move,” I say.
He waits.
It takes me a moment to slide off the table.
Kneeling, I run a finger through the snipped ends of hair and pout. “You could’ve warned me, do you know how long it’s gonna take for this to grow back right?” I grab his cock with both hands, stroking roughly. “Do you, Daddy?”
“Sorry, little girl.”
I huff. “You better be.”
Daddy combs through my hair as I close my lips around his cock.
Maybe I shouldn’t move out. If he’s this crazy with me leaving, who knows what he’ll do after I’m actually gone? I had no idea he was like this.
But Daddy won’t let me stay either, I’m sure. He knows how important this move is for me, and after everything’s said and done, he’d never sacrifice my happiness for his … cock.
I’m taking a year off before college to work for a fashion photographer. It’s always been a dream of mine. Daddy being Daddy, he agreed to pay for my apartment and everything. And Daddy being Daddy, he expects certain things when he visits me.
That’s what he’s telling me now while I suck his cock.
“No dating, Hailey. You’re mine now and the only dick going into that little pussy is mine. No matter where you are, you’ll always be my little girl.”
I pop off his cock with a gasp. “I know, Daddy. But you have to keep your promise too.” I stroke him. “Keep this thing hard for me. And only me.”
He growls. “Real men don’t cheat, baby. I’ll visit you every weekend.”
“Really?”
“No exceptions,” he says, his cock rubbing against my lips. “Every Sunday is gonna be game day.”
“I also want you to stop watching so much football. It’s not healthy.” I push a hand up his abs. They’re hard, but if he would work out now and then he’d be a Greek god. “I want you big and strong forever. For me.”
“Get back on that cock, little girl.”
I obey like a good princess.
We finish packing two hours later even though he could barely keep his hands off my body. If Daddy saw me bending over, which happens a lot when packing, he’d come up from behind to rub that insatiable cock against my bottom.
At eight, he takes me to a sushi restaurant, making up for the date night we should’ve had yesterday, but we’ve moved way beyond dinners and a quick chat, all things considered.
On the drive home, Daddy gives me a long look. “Let me ask you a question, Hailey.”
I nod, hoping he doesn’t make me suck him off in the car. That would be too much. Even for Daddy.
“What?”
“It was no accident you came down in panties yesterday. Was it?”
> I give him my cutest smile. “I’ll never tell.”
He growls as he pulls into our garage.
After we enter the living room, he stops me in my tracks before pulling out his hard cock. Daddy gives me that look.
Smothering a smile, I tell him to sit on the couch before I have my way with him.
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TWO WEEKS LATER, I’m settling into my new apartment. It’s nine in the morning on Sunday when the doorbell rings.
Daddy.
This is his second visit so I know what to expect. I’m naked and already wet, just like Daddy wants, and I feel a tug in my pussy as I open the door.
Daddy hands me the flowers first.
Smiling, I breathe in the scent of roses. “Are they fresh?” I ask.
“Of course.”
The bulge in his pants looks so obvious I drag him inside before my neighbors can see. If I know Daddy, he was hard all the way during his drive, thinking about how he’d fuck me this time. His huge cock must be aching.
Daddy frowns. “It’ll be difficult bringing you fresh flowers in winter, little girl.”
“Find a way,” I huff.
I only have two rules for Daddy. Bring me flowers whenever he visits and no cumming at home, no matter how crazy he gets. I let him keep the clump of my hair on his nightstand, but I warned him to do nothing dirty with it!
Daddy needs to learn some self-control.
That gives him one week to wait between visits, a week of keeping himself in check until he gets to my place.
Standing there now, he doesn’t look too happy.
Excitement tickles my clit.
We go to my new kitchen. Turning around, I part my sticky folds with two fingers. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”
“You push me too hard,” Daddy says, stepping closer. “Put the flowers away. I need you.”
I reach for the vase, taking out last week’s flowers and putting them in plastic wrap. I think I’ll save each week’s flowers for a collection that should look quite nice by next year.
Daddy smirks like he can read my thoughts. “I’ll be sure to bring some tulips next time.”
“You do that,” I say tartly, feeling his hard body rubbing on my back, those firm hands sliding over the flare of my hips.
I slip the new roses into my vase, and right when I turn around, Daddy throws me over his shoulder.