by Nixie Taylor
"Maisy!" He roughly rattles the door, making me believe he really can knock the door down.
I bite my lip while I decide what to do.
Should I give him what he wants and unlock the door or should I make him work for it?
I've already gone this far. I might as well take the game a little further.
I lean my back against the bathroom sink, hike up my dress and rub my fingers against my swollen pussy. "Oh, daddy. I'm being so very naughty. My pussy is tingling in the strangest way, and the only thing that seems to make it any better is to touch it with my fingers. What do you think is happening to me?"
I imagine him staring at me, panting heavily after breaking the door down, his giant erection held firmly in his hand as he orders me to my knees.
I'm practically gushing down my legs as I slide two fingers inside my greedy pussy. "My fingers feel so good, but they are so tiny. Do you know something bigger I can use to feel the empty space, Daddy?"
I flinch when his body crashes against the door, but it holds steady.
"There's a pressure building in my belly. My legs are growing wobbly. It feels like I'm going to explode. Do you know what could be wrong..." My breathing is growing ragged and it takes me a second to add the magic word, "Daddy."
There's another crash.
This time the door gives way.
He looks like a wild animal. His eyes practically burn with fire, and his nostrils are flared. I've never seen a man look so powerful and possessive.
And he's mine.
And he's possessive of me.
Before I can drop to my knees, pull down his jeans and start sucking his throbbing cock, he closes the gap between us.
With heartstopping strength, he spins me and bends me over the sink.
He presses one hand into the small of my back to hold me still.
He frees his dick with the other and without a word, thrusts the full length of his manhood inside of me, claiming me once more.
I grunt in ecstasy. "Wow."
He tugs my hair, pulling my face up so I can see his reflection in the mirror. "Don't ever tease your daddy when he's already worked up, baby doll."
I smile at the roleplaying before trying to look very serious as I nod at his reflection.
"You'll need a punishment, of course," he says.
I nod again.
His right hand explodes against my ass.
Delicious pain from his hand mixes with the pleasure of his cock inside me.
"Oh, Daddy. I've been so bad."
He spanks me again while his dick pistons in and out of my body. "No, baby doll. I don't think you could ever be anything but perfect."
"Should I come for you, daddy? Would you like to feel my tight little pussy milk your cock and drain all the cum from your balls?"
His dick seems to grow, stretching me even wider than I ever thought I could handle.
Before he can answer, the orgasm sweeps over me. I force myself to keep my eyes wide open so I can watch the smile that spreads across his face when he feels my juices coat his dick.
He grabs hold of my hips and slams his body against mine faster and faster. I’m breathless as my beloved Gavin makes his last thrust and overflows my pussy with his orgasm.
While he's vulnerable, I run to the shower and turn on the water. "Get in here, Daddy. Let me clean you up so we can do it again."
The next few hours pass in bouts of wild fucking alternated with passionate love-making until I don't have the energy to do anything besides collapse on the bed.
"That was the most fun I've ever had," I say.
"Me, too, baby doll. Next time, I'll be the plumber and you can be the one who needs your sink unclogged."
"Can we do pizza-delivery man instead? I'm starving." I ask.
When his stomach growls, we both laugh.
"Sure thing," he agrees.
After a quick rest, we go down to the kitchen to look for food. I see the flashing light on my phone and check for messages. There's one from my mom.
Where are you? We've looked everywhere? Why are you always like this? Why even come home if you aren't going to spend time with us? We're leaving now for Grandma's. Don't bother coming over since you clearly don't want to see any of us. I'll tell them you were sick.
"Shit," I say.
Gavin takes the phone from me and reads the text. "What's up her butt?"
"Baggage I created years ago." He gives me time to gather my next words. "I tend to provoke them, and then run away before we have a chance to talk things through."
"So what are you going to do now?" he asks. "Do you want to spend the day with them?"
"I do, but not if it means I can't spend the time with you." Saying the words out loud emboldens me. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up for real and go crash a party. I'm not waiting one more second to tell the world we're together...that is, if you want that, too."
"Since the second you came home, baby doll. Let's go do this."
Gavin
My baby doll is stressed. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to read the tension in her shoulders or her face.
When she starts to nibble on her fingernail for the third time during our drive to her grandparents' house, I reach out and grab her hand before it gets to her mouth.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing," she says, clearly lying to avoid saying it out loud.
"Maisy, please. I'm here for you. Let me help. Sometimes just saying what's worrying you is enough to make things better."
She stares out the side window for a few seconds before looking back at me. "What if they never talk to you again?"
I laugh. "Your dad has to. I'm the ringer for his softball team."
Maisy slaps my arm. "Come on. I'm serious."
At least I made her smile.
"Trust me. Things will work out. They will come to reason. Maybe not today, but soon enough. If you want, I can drop you off, you can enjoy the day, and we can deal with all of this later. I don't want anything to ruin your Christmas break."
She starts shaking her head before I finish talking. "No way. The only thing that would ruin my time home is going to any of the parties without you."
"That makes me so happy to hear. I'll stay glued to your side. You can decide when you are ready to tell them. It doesn't have to be today. As long as I know you're mine and you know I'm yours, the rest can wait."
It's Maisy's turn to laugh. "Like anyone won't be able to tell something's up when they see me undressing you with my eyes the entire party."
"Just with your eyes, huh? No spare bedrooms we can sneak off to?"
Maisy moans and plays with a strand of hair that's fallen loose. "God, could you imagine? We'd have to pay for therapy for the whole family when they heard me screaming when you made me come again."
Talking has done the trick. Her tension has washed away.
She looks hot as hell in the little black dress she changed into before we left.
I adjust the mirror to make it easier to sneak a peek at her bountiful breasts.
She finally notices. Instead of complaining, she spreads her legs and lowers her hand to her lap. "Maybe I should have an orgasm before we get there. Something to hold me over until we get back to your place."
"Our place, Maisy. It might not be much, but if you're stuck with me, you're stuck with it."
"Our castle is perfect," she says as she hikes up her dress to expose her pink panties.
She's already soaked through the front of them with her need for me.
It makes my already-hard dick throb with anticipation, but I can’t just pull the truck over and fuck her in the middle of the highway.
Instead, I reach over and push her hand out of the way. Keeping my eyes firmly on the road, I slide my fingers down her panties and between her slick pussy lips.
She purrs and slides her hips forward in response. “Mmm. That’s what I needed.”
“You like being played with in the middle of traffic?” I tease.
As if just now realizing how exposed she is, she lowers her dress down over my hand. “Shut up and make me come before we get to the party.”
We only have a few miles until the exit, and the house is only a few blocks from there. “We’ll have to work fast.”
I slide my fingers deep inside her.
“I miss your dick already, Gavin.”
“You can have it whenever you want from now on. Forever.”
“That sounds nice, but make sure you don’t get gabbing so much at the party that I can’t drag you away to take you back home for more fucking.”
Her eyes shoot open wide when I pull my hand away from her and pretend to zip my lips. I don’t leave her waiting long because I love the feel of her too much.
Using a firm stroke, I work her clit until she’s panting and bucking her hips. She starts moaning and squealing so loudly it drowns out the radio.
It’s sexy as fuck. She’s making my dick strain painfully and I can feel the wet spot forming on my underwear. By the time we arrive, I’ll probably need to tell everyone I spilled coffee on my pants to explain the stain.
But the threat of a little public embarrassment won’t be enough to make me stop taking care of my baby doll’s needs.
I rub her bud harder and faster.
She grabs my wrist and lifts her hips to increase the friction.
As I pull onto the off-ramp, she reaches for the safety grip above the door as her body starts shaking as she comes right there in my truck.
When we turn onto the country road leading to her grandparents’ house, she pulls my fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me ruin these pants.”
“Pull over and I’ll suck you dry so you can survive the party.”
I pull over and slam on the brakes, skidding to a stop in the shoulder, and unbuckle my seat belt.
By the time I have my dick out of my pants, Maisy is ready with her pretty lips. She is wearing bright red lipstick which turns me on even more.
After bobbing up and down on my cock for a few seconds, she pulls away long enough to say, “Come in my mouth, Gavin. I want to taste every last drop.”
I growl with desire and grab the back of her head so I can control the pace. I’m like a savage animal fucking that mouth with wild abandon.
And my innocent baby doll handles it all like her mouth was made for my cock. Her tongue explores the vein along my shaft and her fingers play with my balls.
A car honks as it passes. I flip him off, immediately regretting the impulse. Fortunately, the driver continues on rather than stopping to try and fight me.
He would have needed to wait because I’m not going anywhere until I come.
Even if Maisy’s dad knocks on the car window.
The thought that we’ll soon be mingling with her family while her belly is full of my seed makes me smile.
Maisy is my girl now, not theirs.
And will be forever. I’ve claimed her and won’t let her go.
She wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes me while continuing to suck me.
It pushes me over the edge. I shoot a thick stream deep into her mouth. There’s no way she can swallow it all, I think, but somehow she does because our bodies are meant for each other.
She wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “You good? Will you survive the party now?”
“Probably not, but I’ll make it through the first few minutes. I’m sure we’ll be able to find a spare bedroom, though. Or at least a bathroom. I’ll never get enough of you, Maisy.”
I pull myself back together and put the truck back into gear.
Maisy
My heart is pounding as we climb the steps to the old farmhouse’s porch.
This is a bad idea.
I need to tell everyone Gavin and I are together, but I didn’t think through what it would really mean to storm into the family party with Gavin at my side. The smart thing to do would be to just pretend I’d invited him because he’s a family friend, but it would break my heart to ever act like I’m not wholly committed to him.
Because I am.
It’s crazy to fall for a man so quickly, but Gavin is no ordinary man.
He’s my man.
The man I was born to spend the rest of my life with.
The age difference means nothing because I love him so much, and I think he feels the same for me.
I loop my arm through his.
He smiles warmly and pats my hand. “You sure you really want to do this today? I can just be your friend that you fuck discreetly in spare bedrooms if that’s what you need right now.”
“I might need that spare-bedroom fuck quicker than you think, but I’m definitely sure about this, Gavin. I love you so much and I want everyone else to know.”
Gavin presses his lips to mine and gives me a passionate kiss.
I don’t even glance at the windows to see if anyone is watching.
Let them.
When we come up for air, he says, “I love you so much my heart is nearly bursting.”
He holds the screen door open for me like a perfect gentleman.
I take a deep breath to ready myself and we walk through the door together.
There are about a million relatives milling around the living room.
The smell of turkey and potatoes and pies fills the house. My grandma is the best cook ever, and she refuses to let anyone leave until they have eaten so much they need to unbutton their pants.
I think about Gavin unbuttoning his pants and blush.
My dad notices us first. Instead of welcoming me, he calls out to Gavin, “What are you doing here? Get lost on the way to a strip club?”
His voice is about twice as loud as it should be and slurred enough to let me know he’s already had plenty to drink.
I cringe as the room goes quiet at my dad’s crude words, and everyone turns to stare at us.
This is the big moment. It’s time for me to tell my dad that I’m not his little girl anymore. I’m a grown woman with grown-woman urges that only Gavin can satisfy.
Well, maybe not that last part.
“Get your fucking hands off my daughter!” Dad shouts as he notices Gavin protectively touching me.
Dad tries to set his beer on the fireplace mantel. He misses, and it falls to the floor, spilling beer everywhere. He’s too enraged to even notice.
“Let’s go,” I whisper toward Gavin.
He pulls me behind his massive body and stands between me and my charging father. “Settle down, Peter.”
He pokes Gavin in the chest.
Gavin is so big and solid, he doesn’t budge at all.
“You’re fucking my little girl? What kind of freak are you?”
He pokes Gavin again.
In a whisper that only Dad and I can hear, Gavin says, “I won’t warn you again. Settle down.”
Dad finally notices the menace in Gavin’s voice and takes a step back. He doesn’t give up on his outrage, though. “Get out of here. Both of you. You aren’t wanted.”
Several of my cousins gasp in shock.
On any other day, I would have obeyed. My dad is rejecting me once and for all. He’ll probably stop helping me pay for college. I’ll probably be banned from the house. It’s the worst of all of my old fears happening at once.
But all I can think about is that he’s saying something bad about Gavin. There’s no way I’m going to hide behind the love of my life as my dad abuses him.
I rush around my love’s body and poke my dad in his chest to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Don’t you ever talk to Gavin or me like that again, Dad. I’m not a little girl. We are not doing anything wrong. We’re in love and we’re going to stay together, so you better get used to it or you’re going to miss out on all your grandchildren.”
Dad looks shocked at my outburst. “But he’s so old and you’re so young. It’s just not right.”
“I’m ei
ghteen. I’ll be nineteen in a few months. There’s nothing wrong with us being together.”
“People are going to gossip.”
“Let them. It won’t last long once they see how perfect we are together. I’m not losing out on this great romance because a few bitches can’t hold their tongue.”
“Watch your language, little lady.”
“I will not, Dad. I don’t care if my words offend you or if my relationship makes you uncomfortable. I’m not changing just to fit the limits you want to trap me with.”
He smirks. “Okay, Maisy. Put on your big-girl panties and pay your own way through college.”
“Fine!” I shout back before the panic can set in about how I’m actually going to do that.
Gavin rescues me. “I’ll be taking care of her from now on. I’ll provide whatever she needs.”
Dad glowers at us both before shaking his head and turning his back to us.
He balls his hand into a fist but freezes short when Grandma speaks. “Peter, what the hell is wrong with you? Did you forget who raised you?”
His shoulders slump and he stands in place like a little kid taking a scolding. “What do you mean?”
“You act like you weren’t raised by Earl and me. He was twenty years older than me. If you’re going to talk down about Maisy’s relationship, just know you’re talking bad about your own parents.”
His shoulders slump even further. “I guess I didn’t think of that.”
“That’s because you aren’t much more than a child yourself most of the time. Stop stomping your foot and yelling at your daughter to grow up, and try to do a little of it yourself. Now give her a hug and tell her you’re sorry.”
Dad drags his toe across the carpet, looking like a six-year-old who’s been caught coloring on the walls. I’ve never seen my dad so flustered.
“I’m sorry, Maisy. You, too, Gavin. Just promise to treat her well or I will track you down and kill you.”
“Dude, I live next door.”
When the two men hug, it’s more of a chest bump, but the tension in the room disappears.