Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Fiona

We seldom stayed over at my house, but if Landon had insisted I wait until we got back to his place, I would most likely have spontaneously combusted despite the drenched panties I’d been wearing for hours. Thankfully, he didn’t. In fact, we never even made it to the bedroom.

After kicking the front door closed, he slid me down his body which only made my pulse thrum harder. I needed him naked almost as much as I needed to come. I had his t-shirt pushed halfway up his chest when the button on his jeans called to me. I released the shirt and started fumbling to undo his jeans.

“Babe, you’re whimpering.”

“Daddy, help me, please!”

I don’t think I’d ever been so needy, so greedy, but I knew I was seriously in danger of having an out-of-body experience. Evidently there was something in my voice that spoke a language that turned my Dom into my Daddy because he instantly stilled my hands with one of his and lifted my chin with the other.

“I’ve got you. I shouldn’t have pushed so hard. You’ve done a great job, Fee. Fire?—”

“Don’t you dare!” I said, breaking most every rule of a submissive by not only yelling that in his face, but by slapping my hand over his mouth as if to assure he’d not complete that word.

He probably broke some rules as well, or at least ignored them, because instead of going all Dom on me, he reached up and gently pulled my hand down.

“Baby, tell me what you want.”

“I don’t want to stop playing, I-I just need you naked.”

“You need me naked?”

The hint of disbelief was enough for me to wonder if perhaps I had taken one step too deep into that rabbit hole. “Please, Daddy?”

“Okay, okay.” With those two words, he pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his shoes. His fingers were far more dexterous than mine had been, the button barrier easily removed. The sight of his jeans beginning their descent triggered my urge to follow.

I began to strip, tearing at my clothes that were suddenly too tight, too confining. I had no clue what to call how I felt, but the thing that I thought closest to the truth was how I imagined a man felt when the moon was full and his body began to change into that of a wolf. A desperate need to howl, to run, to hunt they couldn’t control. Perhaps it was my utter trust in Landon as my Dom, or my training as a submissive, or maybe the fact I was afraid if I touched anywhere near that area, my fingers would be the spark that started a conflagration I wouldn’t be able to extinguish. Whatever the reason, when I stood in only my panties, I couldn’t continue. Instead, I opened my arms and my gloriously naked, incredible Daddy stepped into them.

He didn’t pick me up as I expected. Instead, he took my hands and, as he dropped to one knee, he placed them on his shoulders as if understanding I had to touch him, had to feel my flesh against his. There were no teasing words as he began to lower my panties which weren’t damp, they were sopping wet. As he drew them down my legs, I shuddered. Not because they were icky, though, believe me, they most definitely were, but because the air brushing against the wetness of my inner thighs and over the heat of my core felt as cold as ice.

“So hot.”

“Smoking.”

Landon’s word had me afraid of looking down. Fear of what I’d see had me whimper.

Evidently more in touch with me than I was myself, Landon stood and this time, he did pick me up. He carried me not to the couch but to the dining room. He didn’t pull out a chair to sit, simply pushed one aside with his body in order to set me on the table’s edge. My legs that had automatically wrapped around his waist released but didn’t fall. His grip held them open. When his fingers stroked over the moisture coating my inner thighs, I trembled but couldn’t help but look down. Half expecting to see smoke roiling from between my legs, what I saw instead was the darkened color of my curls that told me just how very drenched the toy I could partially see protruding from my pussy had made me when it had begun to pulse and thrust simultaneously inside my sex and ass every time my Daddy Dom has pushed the remote in his pocket.

The one now in his hand.

I hadn’t noticed that while he was indeed naked, he had retrieved the remote from his jeans. What I had no problem seeing was his cock was not only rock hard, it was bobbing a bit as if it were attempting to show its owner the direction it wished to go. I had no problem being the magnetic north the needle on that compass was seeking if it meant getting this damn toy out of me and my Daddy’s cock as deeply inside my body as it could get.

Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around his cock. “This. I need this, Daddy.” I didn’t care about remembering my manners or being a good girl either. In case he didn’t get the urgency of that need, I tugged on his shaft, attempting to pull him closer as I dropped my other hand between my legs.

“This”—a tug on his beautifully hard erection—“here”—a gesture to my very needy, very hungry pussy—“now!”

The familiar rumble of Landon’s laughter belied the look of lust in his eyes. “You want my cock?”

“Yes!”

My intended tug for emphasis was thwarted when the hand not holding the remote moved to cover it.

“Watching you hop, skip, and jump all day has been the sexiest ballet I’ve ever seen. Now I need to see the final act.”

“Then fuck me!”

“No, babygirl. My cock is the encore.” He lifted the remote. “Lie back.”

Even as I began to lie back, I snarked, “Ballerinas need their feet to dance.”

Landon’s eyes were a shade of dark blue I’d never seen before. His lips turned up and his eyebrow arched. “Not when they fly,” he said and then tapped a button.

The sound that came from me was so unfamiliar I almost looked around to see who’d made it, but the pulses in my body changed to a rolling vibration that set every cell on edge. I didn’t even have time to think before my back bowed and my body convulsed into the hardest climax I’d ever experienced. I didn’t just see stars, I saw supernovas exploding all around me. I came again and then again when I felt the toy being tugged from me.

“No!” I screamed, as the removal caused a flood of liquid to gush from me. Desperate to stop the flow, I reached for the magical device only to find Landon’s hand, his fingers entwining with mine.

“Holy. Fuck. That was fucking incredible!”

Fuck means cock and cock means–

“Encore!” I tried to sit but instead Landon’s hands wrapped around my ankles and I found myself sliding through a definite puddle until I felt the table disappear from beneath me. Well, my ass anyway. The rest of my torso remained solidly supported while my rubbery legs were spread wider and my Daddy stepped between them and finally, finally gave me what I needed.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he buried his dick inside me in one hard thrust. The toy hadn’t been small, but it was nowhere the circumference of Landon’s glorious cock. I was stuffed full and yet suddenly, not full enough. I pushed my hands against his chest.

“No!”

If you ever want to understand how a submissive knows in her soul the Dominant she serves is the one, just scream no followed by a stream of unintelligible words and sounds and watch his eyes clear with complete understanding.

His control was epic as he slid from me without hesitation and then allowed me to grab his cock like it was some lever and push it down until it aligned with a place I’d never felt safe enough to have a man enter.

“Here, Daddy. I need you here.”

Landon’s hand reached to cup my cheeks… not those on my face, but those of my ass, lifting them higher. He smiled and said, “You can let go now, babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he did.

I didn’t brace myself, didn’t even consider how it might hurt. All I knew was I wanted him in my ass. I’d die if he didn’t take my last virginity. The pressure, the slight burn as he pushed inside me only drove my need higher. The vibrator had stretched me, my arousal had been seeping from around the toy’s other end in my pussy all day and had slipped down to coat the base of the plug in my ass. Add the amount of liquid I’d just added to the mix and there was absolutely no need for any lube.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh.” My new mantra served to settle the alien residing inside me. The progress of his cock as it moved deeper served to scratch the itch I’d never before experienced. I didn’t need to step into any wardrobe in search of a hidden door.

I didn’t need the fantasy world of Narnia. Not when my nirvana was right here, with this one man I’d chosen to guide me through both reality and the fantasies we chose to play together.

It wasn’t the toy that had me arching once again. It was my Daddy’s fingers, his cock, his words praising his dirty girl that had me screaming as my world imploded and I pirouetted into blessed oblivion.