A Daddy for Mother's Day

by Natalie Knight

  I simply thrust, hammering all oh my length inside of her again. Pressing her forehead against the table of the desk, she lets out another scream, this one as loud as the one before.

  I continue, slamming my hard cock inside her pussy to the hilt. I do it so fiercely that another scream erupts from her mouth; and then I do it again, each time I thrust, forcing a scream to climb up her throat. She remains there, bent over, as I fuck her mercilessly, my cock flying in and out of her so fast I can barely process it.

  “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” she starts to say, her words coming out of her mouth like a quivering mess. She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, not that she needs to.

  We both know what’s coming.

  Even though Stacy’s coming her brains out right now, I just keep on thrusting. I keep on doing it for God knows how long.

  Before she knows it, another orgasm explodes inside her, completely overshadowing the one before it. Her eyes roll in their orbits as she simply collapses on top of the desk as I slow down my rhythm.

  She moans slightly as I pull my cock out of her, each inch that slides off my pussy making her tremble in place. Pressing her hands against the desk, she forces herself up to her feet and then turn around to face me. Her legs are still weak, though, and she finds herself on the verge of stumbling to the ground.

  Instead of fighting the way her legs seem to be quivering, she lets herself go down on her knees in front of me.

  She looks up at me as she curls her fingers around my shaft. She leans in, parting her lips and taking the tip of my cock between them. Slowly, she rolls her lips down the length of my shaft until my cock is pressed tight against the back of her throat.

  She starts bobbing her head back and forth as fast as she can, devouring my cock viciously. I rest my hand on the top of her head and, tangling my fingers on her hair.

  I force her to hold still. Replacing the movement of her mouth, I start thrusting, fucking her little mouth with the same intensity I used on her pussy.

  Stacy closes her eyes as I do it, tasting my shaft, and I feel my skin burning as my cock starts to throb hard against her tongue. My breathing become shallower by the second, and when I feel I’m close I pull her head back.

  “Stop,” I breath out, pulling my cock out of her mouth. Grabbing her, I simply let go and throw her on top of the mattress. I follow after her, eager to ravage her sweet little pussy.

  Massaging her ass cheeks, I slide one hand between her legs and rub my fingers from her clit to her ass. She pushes back against me, jutting her ass even more, and I respond by grabbing both her breasts hard, squeezing them against each other.

  I play with her nipples by pressing them between my fingers, rubbing and pulling them.

  With both of my hands on her hips, I close in on her, the tip of my cock once more right against her drenched folds.

  “I could keep doing this forever,” I whisper and, as I finish the sentence, I simply ram my inches inside her pussy.

  I could do this forever. Her pussy is so perfect.

  But I don’t stop here. As I start to thrust, completely demolishing her pussy I spread her ass cheeks wide and then start caressing her crack.

  When one of my fingers goes over her asshole, I then start pressing down on it, sliding my whole finger inside her. She gasps as I do it, but there’s more to come – using my free hand, I takes it around her waist and press down on her clit with two fingers.

  When I feel her on the verge of another orgasm, I slide my fingers out of her and give her a break.

  But not for long.

  I grin at her and, grabbing her by the waist, make her go on all fours as I prepare myself for the final moments. I then start rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her crack, my heart beating fast.

  She grits her teeth as I press my thickness against her asshole and she screams again as I start sliding it in. She starts pushing herself down as she feels the tip of my cock against her ass hole.

  As my inches slide inside of her, slowly, she takes deep breaths. The moment I have my whole cock inside of her ass, she starts moving her hips carefully, allowing my shaft to slide in and out of her ass, and she does it until her insides have grown accustomed to my size.

  Then she ups the ante, jumping up and down over my cock and allowing me to stretch her wide.

  Soon enough she starts to go so fast she can’t keep going – I take the lead then, my fingers curling on her hips and pulling her in as I slam my cock hard, my thighs slapping her ass over and over again.

  Adding to the symphony of flesh on flesh, I smack her ass cheeks with the back of my hand, the dry sound hitting our eardrums like a gunshot. I do it over and over again, my long finger meeting her buttocks harshly.

  “Fuck,” I groan, grabbing her waist. I drive all of my inches into her, as I am pounding her furiously, her body rocking back and forth with each coming and going motion I make.

  “Don’t stop,” she moans.

  Holding my breath, I take one hand around her waist and allow two fingers to fall down to her clit. Pressing down on it as I thrust, my cock working her tight ass in an almost feverish way, I start to feel her body tensing up. Her ass seems to close in even more around my cock, choking it viciously.

  In a matter of seconds, my whole body tenses up, and my cock seems to become as hard as cement. Then, just a fraction of a second later, I start gushing my whole load into her ass.

  We’re coming at the same time, and it feels as if bolts of lightning are exploding all over our naked bodies, electricity enveloping us both. And, with each spasm of my cock, that electric feeling seems to intensify more and more. Fuck, and I’m cumming so much that I can already feel my semen dripping out of her ass and down the length of my shaft, pooling around the base of my cock.

  I exhale sharply and pull my cock out.

  “That was so fucking good,” she whispers, looking me in the eyes.

  Grinning, I grab Stacy’s hand and pull her toward me. I just lean into her and press my mouth against hers, shoving my tongue inside her mouth.

  “Come,” I whisper, pulling back from the kiss.

  I smile at her and grabbing her by the hand, I pull her up to her feet and then take her to the private bathroom inside her room. I turn the water on, and it doesn’t take long for the whole space around us to become blanketed in warm steam. Stepping under the running water, I pull her after me and hold her close.

  This whole situation with Percy sure is a clusterfuck. But it’s all worth it if it means I can have a woman like this.

  Stacy

  I wake up in the early morning to the sound of the birds softly singing in the gardens below. I’d be totally happy here if it was just me and the brothers – minus Percy, obviously. This mansion is truly outfitted to stun and surprise, a true Garden of Eden.

  It's more than a mansion – it's an estate, and I think about how all the guys must have been so happy to grow up here. But I don't envy them, really, since all the while they had to deal with that snake, Percy.

  At least there's not a black sheep in my family. I love them all. I can't even picture one of my brothers being so evil. It’d be heartbreaking, and I hate that these three strong men had to contend with Percy all their lives.

  I snuggle down into the blankets and stretch out, reliving my time with Nolan. He was everything I imagined and then some. I wish he was here now, to fuck me and to turn this good morning into an even better one. I'm just about to let my hand wander down to touch myself, ready to fantasize and relive last night, when my latest nightmare walks in.

  "You even sleep naked. Do you have no modesty, whore?"

  I cover myself quickly and look into Percy's odd, pinched face. I don’t tell him it’s because I lost my panties somewhere along the way and that I was so exhausted from being so thoroughly fucked that I just passed out in my bed.

  “Get out!" I tell him, pulling the sheets against my naked body.

  He doesn't budge, but instead he comes over to m
e and sits on the bed. He traces his finger up my arm and across my collarbone in the most horrible way. His touch is vile and disgusting, and it makes me cringe and back up away from him.

  "Don't touch me, you monster."

  "Oh, but you’re my wife. I have every right to touch you any way I want.” I shudder at the thought as he continues to run his hand over my skin.

  “And I have to tell you, I'm very disappointed with you. Can you venture to guess why?"

  "Hmm, let's see…is it because I fucked another one of your brothers? Because I’m finding what little joy I can in this prison?"

  I don’t even care at this point what he thinks. Fuck Percy and his stupid little villain-wannabe mustache. I’ve even seen him twirling it around his finger. What a joke.

  His eyes lower as if he's repulsed by the idea of me having consensual sex. Creepy as he is, I doubt he can even picture normal sex at all.

  "No, I already know you're a whore, that doesn’t surprise me. I'm upset for a different reason."

  I tighten the sheet around my breasts, as both of them threaten to spill out.

  "Just tell me, Percy. I'm not in the mood for games. I need coffee."

  I sigh and move to get up and away from his nonsense and drama. But he pulls my arm back so roughly that it hurts.

  "Okay, fine. I came here to let you know that Carter has moved back the court case by one month. Do have any idea why he would have done that? Have you revealed something that perhaps you shouldn't have?"

  I'm suddenly legitimately afraid. I’m not sure why Carter pushed back the court appointment, but if Percy thinks I had something to do with it…then that’s a huge fucking problem.

  "I didn't say anything. I swear. I wouldn't do that. I know the deal." My voice sounds panicked but I can’t help it. I am.

  "That's really good…but I don't know if I believe you, lying little slut. You're probably just as practiced at lying as you are at fucking around."

  This time his words roll off me and they don't hurt. I cried enough tears because of him yesterday. I'm all cried out. And I’m angry.

  "I didn't say anything to Carter. You can believe me or not, but I’m so over this thing."

  He’s still clenching my arm.

  "You should care. If you don't, then your dad might be living on the street by next week…and you with him. If I were you, I’d care very fucking much."

  He knows exactly how to get to me, what buttons to push.

  It works every time.

  If my family’s in jeopardy, then that changes everything, and Percy knows it. It’s my weakness, and he continues to prey upon it. If only he were threatening me alone, then things would be different.

  But to think of my poor parents destitute, without any means of support, all because I couldn't deal with Percy…well, that pain is too much to bear. At the same time, thinking of this being my life and having to spend every day with this villainous monster…well that’s also too much to bear. I feel like I’m screwed no matter what.

  I don't know what to do. I feel totally lost and alone.

  "Fine, Percy, whatever you say. I didn't say anything. I won't say anything. I swear to you, whatever Carter has done, it isn’t because he heard anything from me."

  "You know you're basically a prostitute, right? The way you're sleeping with them. Is it because you think you'll get a slice of the pie? Trust me, you're just a whore who they’ll throw away like all the others. Why would any of my brothers stay with you? Too bad you spread your legs so quickly and showed them your true colors. Now nobody will ever respect you."

  He says these things calmly as he gets up to leave, and then he quietly shuts the door. He knows that I’m wounded, the bastard. He knew that saying those things would affect me on a deep level, despite any walls I’ve tried to put up against him.

  I curl my legs up to my chest but don't shed a tear. I won’t do it – I won’t waste a single tear on Percy. Not ever again.

  I think about Carter, Kieran, and Nolan, and wonder if what Percy said is true. I care about each brother so much already, but what if it's unrequited passion? Am I more alone in this than I ever imagined?

  I think about it and get up and pull on a robe. My naked body is finally covered and I feel like putting on more layers just to shield myself from this awful situation. I sit on the balcony, and while I should be greeting the day and the shining sun, I’m instead devastated by what’s happening to me.

  One thing is becoming clear, though.

  I think I need to abandon this situation with Percy. It's too unhealthy. He's being abusive, and I can't spend my life dealing with that. I have to find a way out of this situation while still saving my family.

  I remember what it's like to have sex with each brother and the emotions come back up…no, I’m not in this alone after all.

  You can't fake a connection like that, can you? I need them now more than ever. I hope that what we have is true, that I’m not just some disposable girl to them.

  I wish even one of them was here to comfort me. To let me know that I don’t have to deal with all of this by myself. Is that too much to hope for?

  Kieran

  I drive fast down the streets of the city.

  It feels good to get away from the mansion and from all that fucking drama. With Percy there, it's like a race to see who will get father's money. And that, to me…it's just fucking despicable, and a horrible thing to focus on after his death.

  I want to commemorate his memory for the amazing person that he was, not fight for the scraps of his fortune. The problem is, if Raine's Petroleum goes to the wrong hands then father's legacy will end forever.

  It's an absolute disaster.

  I know Stacy is a key component to all this but I still don't know why. So that’s the reason I'm racing to get to her side. Percy’s allowed her out of the house for once, and I've taken the opportunity to meet her for lunch.

  The girl deserves to be wine and dined.

  I can't wait to get Percy out of the equation so that I can turn the full force of my attention towards Stacy.

  I miss her. I really do. I feel like I haven't seen her in days. Strange for me to miss someone, but it feels good.

  I pull up to Don Juan's Tequila Bar and toss my keys to the valet. I figure this place is perfect to help take her mind off of everything. And, if anything, the tequila will get her talking.

  I want this girl.

  My cock is twitching at the thought of getting to fuck her at least one more time. And something tells me she'll be down with it. I made her come hard before, and hopefully she's looking for that again.

  I stride in and scan the room for the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She sitting at a corner booth, already brooding over her margarita.

  "Margarita time, huh?” I ask her, taking the seat in front of her.

  She grins. "Yup, with sugar, not salt, and extra lime."

  "I'll have what she's having." I say to the waiter, who disappears just as quickly as he appeared. "Let me taste it."

  I take the glass and glide my tongue over the sugary rim before taking a long sip of the lime-infused tequila. She stares at me, and her eyes reveal everything I need to know.

  "Not nearly as good as you are," I say, and I notice her cheeks flushing.

  "Funny," she says, managing a weak smile.

  "Why so broody?" I lean onto the table, sitting as close to her as possible so that I have all access just in case I decide to finger her under this table or smooth my hands over her tight little body as I try to comfort her. "Something is obviously wrong."

  I kiss her cheek, her neck. I take in the fucking awesome view of her tits that peek out from her tiny tank top.

  She’s perfect. So sexy. Even when she’s got something bothering her.

  "Everything’s wrong, Kieran. My life’s a total mess, that's what. There's almost too much to tell. I don't even know where to start."

  "Okay, start from the top. What’s the most pressing thing you n
eed to tell me?"

  She sizes me up, trying to determine if she can confide in me.

  I give her a disarming smile, the one that works every time.

  "Come on, I’m an excellent secret keeper."

  She laughs a little, but sobers quickly as she takes a breath, preparing to let me in.

  "Well, this first secret might make you mad. I hope it doesn't, but it might."

  "Okay, what is it?" My margarita arrives just in time. I have no idea what she's about to tell me but it can't be good with all this anticipation. I knock the whole thing back like it’s a fucking shot.

  "Alright, well…I think you should know that I didn’t just sleep with you, but I also slept with Carter...and with Nolan."

  It takes me a minute to process, but when I do, the news blows me away. But for some reason, I’m less angry than I would expect in this situation.

  In fact, it kind of makes me even hornier. I want this girl. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to go after it. And if what she wants is both of my brothers—and me, of course—well, the more the merrier, I guess.

  At least she's not lusting after fucking Percy or some other creep.

  "That’s okay. Really. I can handle it. As long as I can have you, I can compartmentalize the rest."

  "Really? Because I was sure you'd be so angry." Her expression is hopeful. So hopeful that it makes me want to do whatever she wants if she’ll just keep looking at me like I’m some kind of hero.

  "I'm not. It's okay. I promise." I actually mean it.

  "Okay,” she sighs, relief washing over her face. “Well, that was the worst of it. I'm so glad you're not mad."

  "And what’s the rest?"

  "I think I need a shot for this," she says, and I'm happy to oblige.

  "Okay." I signal the waiter, and he brings over two shots of Patron Silver.

  She knocks hers back quickly, and it's as if she's summoning courage. Watching her sweet face makes my cock hard. I want to get this conversation over with so that I can bring her back to my bed and make it all better.