Thank you, Daddy (The Good Girls #3)

Chapter 6

Chapter

Six

My heart was racing like a gazelle being chased by a lion, but the lion had suddenly stopped the chase and the next move was mine.

The weight of his hand on the back of my neck twitched and loosened ever so slightly, and I took it as a sign it was all over, at least for now.

But I was wrong.

Maybe the pain of the spanking was over, but something else had just begun.

“Baby…” Jesse’s deep voice soothed my ears as my whimpering sobs slowed, and I clung to his legs like a frightened child to her protective father. “I never meant to hurt you. Back then. You were barely more than a kid. It was my fault. I should have never let it happen.”

The fierce voice was smooth, but full of remorse. If he only knew how much that moment had stayed with me, how much I clung to the feelings he had ignited in me that night.

After Jesse, everyone else paled into insignificance. I hadn't had a boyfriend. I hadn't had a one-night stand. The truth was, I hadn't even looked at another man since that night and I knew I never would. I loved him and resented him in equal measure, because I could never get over him.

Our bodies vibrated with tension as I lay over his knees, desperately trying to figure out who I was now and what to do next. Maybe it was a minute, maybe only a few seconds, I'm not sure, but Jesse took over just as he always had.

The warmth of his hand covered the throbbing pain on my upturned ass, and he just held it there for a long moment. Then the hand that encircled my neck loosened and grazed down my back, taking its place on the other blazing hot cheek of my throbbing behind.

“You’re okay, baby. Remember, I promised to take care of you, and you promised to trust me. And, you should know, I waited for you. Like, waited for you in every way. There was no one else. It was always you.”

There was nothing to say as my belly clenched and the power of my own desire began to trickle down the insides of my legs. As if by my own sheer force of will, I felt one of his hands lift slightly, following the curve of my bottom down to the back of my thigh, igniting a trail of sensual agony as it went.

He paused, almost as if to give me a moment to be sure I wanted what we both knew would come next. I answered his hand with the slightest shift of my hips, opening myself almost imperceptibly, but he felt it and I knew.

I inhaled deeply, holding onto that breath, waiting for an eternity, and finally the tips of his fingers moved, spinning lower, trailing the crease where my legs pressed together. Then he followed the line of my flesh upward, the gentle touch of his fingers leaving shivering goosebumps in its wake.

Then, there was the pause.

Oh, the fucking God-almighty pause.

The rough pads of his fingers stalled right there.

Two inches from the weeping slickness of my outer lips. Every cell in my body screamed for his touch, to open the floodgates and let every ounce of my desire out onto his fingers.

“God, please, Jesse…” I couldn’t help it. Convulsion-like spasms wracked my body. “Please.”

I whispered into the side of his flexed thigh like I was begging for my very life.

After ten lifetimes of held breaths, the pause ended.

There was the pressure of his thick fingers pushing upward, pushing through the softness of my inner thighs. Up, up, up, until my stuttered breathing turned into a gape-mouthed gasp, one solid convulsion raking through me as those solid, probing fingers found the place that was desperate for that connection.

Wetness spilled out of me as he explored in slow, delicate movements the tender folds and hair trigger nerve endings. My mind spun and spun.

More. Harder. Right there. No, yes, right there, and there, and there.

God, yes. Everywhere.

I gripped harder onto his legs, desperately trying to raise my hips and open myself for his exploring fingers as wet sounds rose up and swirled around my head like a crown.

I felt like a princess over the knee of her king. Tortured and pleasured and willing.

Willing to do anything, everything, just don’t let this moment end.

“Fuck. God damn it …” he growled from above, that dark voice I’d known for so long sending another shiver into my core. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So soft. Wet. Perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Moaning, he stroked his fingers deeper into my moisture, firmly rubbing back and forth, spreading the slick juice of my desire over every inch of my inner folds. I listened as Jesse's breathing turned ragged, his other hand still firmly pressed on top of my reddened bottom.

His fingers paused, and I groaned, hoping he had not come to his senses and figured out what a huge mistake he was making. But that wasn’t it at all. This monster of a man moved his hands to grab me by the waist, spinning me around like a doll and lowering me onto the bed.

My body fell onto the softness in a heap. My arms cocked at right angles, fists still balled from the grip I had on his legs.

I pressed my knees tight, staring into his face, his dark hair framing slits of black eyes, and focused on anything but him. But the primal pounding down in my center was impossible to ignore.

Then, there was a shift. A hardening of his jaw. A sniff. A momentary closing of his eyes.

A shake of his head.

Then, the growl.

Oh, fuck. The growl.

Was he going to hurt me?

“Jesse?” It came out in a squeak as he stood, growing larger by the second, eyes still closed, that low growl turning to the sound of ragged air moving through his throat.

It seemed like an eternity before his eyes flickered open, and his focus returned to the here and now.

“Baby.” He lowered his hands, and in one motion, ripped open the pajama top. The only fabric left between us, sending buttons flying. One hit the ceiling with a ping before coming back down to land on my stomach a few inches above my belly button.

We both smiled, and the giant man I’d loved since I was too young to understand what that meant crawled on top of me, pulling the fabric from my shoulders, leaving me completely naked under him.

The muscles in his arms bulged as he held his weight caged over me, his dark eyes pinning me in place as my heart beat so loudly in my ears I was sure he could hear it too.

“I’ve waited six years to finish this, so I hope you’re ready, little girl.”

The rumble of his voice spun inside my head and knotted in my belly as he took my mouth with his. He kissed me with crushing pain, lips and teeth and a tongue that knew its way but still seemed to be seeking something.

Warm. Full. Moving. God, the man could kiss.

Had he really been waiting for me?

His tongue dove deeper as I tugged at the hard thickness of his neck, wrapping my hands around and pulling. I wanted to feel his weight, to have him over me so I couldn’t breathe unless he let me.

I gripped and dug my nails in, but he pulled back, his face twisted and pained.

He left me, breaking away, shoving his massive weight backward, and this was it.

Again, he’d decided what he started he couldn’t finish.

What was with this guy? I couldn’t take another false start. My heart couldn’t take it.

But just when I thought he was about to charge out the door, he pushed back on bent knees, reaching for each boot, pulling them from his feet with a wince at the pain in his knee, then dropping them with a thud, thud, onto the floor.

I watched in rapt enjoyment as he tore off his t-shirt upward over his head, my eyes feasting on the carved planes and angles of his broad chest, defined abs and smooth skin.

He was larger than life. And for the first time, I let my eyes take in that Wac-a-mole pole that was looking exceedingly uncomfortable trailing a baby’s arm length down the inside leg of his pants.

My body reacted with another warm, wet rush of welcoming lubrication as my insides quivered and clenched.

His huge hands pressed onto the heat of my cheeks, his dark eyes unwavering on my face. Then he moved his gaze lower, over my neck, caressing the lush round flesh of my breasts, squeezing and devouring me with his eyes. But he didn’t pause there. His hands were on my hips, every cell in my lower body on fire as he moved his fingers over the skin of my thighs and spread my legs.

God, oh my fucking god…

I couldn't even control my muscles. They were shaking, feeling like they might tear themselves apart.

“I’ve imagined what you must taste like for so long. I don’t want to just imagine anymore.” He growled as he lowered himself between my legs, his hands taking dominion over my body, pressing my inner thighs wide, peeling apart my most intimate spaces.

“Oh my God…” I arched, belly button toward the ceiling, forming a bridge as his lips brushed against the delta of curls I left on the top of my mound.

His mouth quickly moved from there, as he kissed up and down, nibbling and sucking my outer lips into his hot mouth, teeth pinching, me squealing.

The skin on my thighs shook as those hard, calloused fingers dug in and pushed me open wider, wider, until I went boneless, no longer hiding anything.

He must have felt my shift, my ultimate submission of the moment, because he moaned as he drove his face hard against my center, his tongue flicking back and forth, up and down, tasting every inch, swirling inside me until my mind exploded, and I cried out in whimpers and sobs. His mouth found a home on my swollen nub, creating the most wondrous sucking, hard but gentle, firm and magical as his tongue pressed down, caressing and massaging the center of my pleasure until I was a writhing mess.

Wordless noises came from my mouth as he worked and laved me like it was a life-or-death mission. His head moved back and forth, as mine instinctively grasped onto his hair in wonder, desperately trying to be sure this was real, that the man I had dreamed of since I was just a little girl was driving his tongue deep into my body, working with his most passionate effort to bring me pleasure.

The gnawing tension frantically focused between my legs as his magical tongue and mouth spun me into a web of delicious pleasure. My body began to shake uncontrollably, intense sensation overwhelming my senses as the moment of rapture peaked and exploded inside of me.

I screamed and grabbed onto the sheets as my hips jerked onto his face. My thighs spread wide, as far as my muscles would allow, taking in every sensation of his tongue and mouth as he pushed me over the edge, where bliss became that timeless emptiness of pleasure.

My body rose in goosebumps, my limbs aching as Jesse rose up from between my legs, licking his lips. I couldn't breathe. I focused on his movements as I watched him lower his pants, then lean back to reveal the intensity of his passion. His cock stood almost to his waist, as big around as my lower arm, and sudden primal fear washed over me at the thought of trying to take that thing inside.

Our eyes met, and I knew from the look on his face he couldn’t wait.

Every muscle in his body twitched as he kicked off his jeans and underwear. Then he climbed over me, holding himself rigid as I shook and stared up at that magnificent face.

“I can’t promise I’m gonna go slow, baby. I’ve waited so fucking long for this…”

“It feels like I've waited a lifetime,” I whispered as I watched his body lower onto me.

I sucked in my breath as he gripped his cock in one hand and guided it toward my soaking wet heat. The first nudge of the monstrous head sent a wave of terror through me. But my screaming lust drove out any fear, and Jesse watched my face as he pressed the enormous head forward, my body taking him inside as he gulped his breaths.

“I can’t fucking wait. Not anymore. God forgive me...”

I heard only the outline of the words, then felt the driving impact of his massive thrust as his cock tore into me like a battering ram. My body spread for him as my dripping arousal eased his entry, but the pain was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It roared through every nerve ending, turning the edges of my vision black as my virgin pussy finally took what it had been waiting for since I'd learned about the birds and the bees.

I screamed as he pummeled into me, fucking me so hard, with ragged cursing apologies, I thought he would come right through my belly. His massive body spread me apart like a force of nature without any concept of restraint.

My hand snaked around his back to feel the power in every muscle as he curled his hips forward and upward with each massive stroke.

Each pump drove air through my dry throat and out between my open lips.

Gasps and moans and sobs caught in my chest, tangled together in a web of pleasure and pain that I never wanted to end.

He leaned his head back long enough to bear it down and take my mouth into his rough kiss, his breath raspy and thick through his nose. The taste of my own arousal on his lips was intoxicating in a way that alcohol had never been.

Our tongues swirled and danced in rhythm to his deep thrusts.

The realization that I couldn’t get away right now if I tried was heady, and it pushed me closer and closer to that glimmering peak in the distance.

Would he even hear me if I said stop?

Would he understand if I was fighting against him instead of moving with him?

He was lost in his own pent-up mission of pleasure and release. His weight and power on top of me spoke volumes of how insignificant my fight would be against him.

But, fight was not what I did. Not what I wanted to do.

I was pinned to the bed like a doll as his torso moved up and down against me.

I wanted to live and die right here. I could smell his musky, masculine scent, tinged with his salty sweat, and I longed to taste his skin. I broke our kiss and bit down into the rock hard, straining muscles of his shoulder, licking and tasting the perfect flavor of his salty sweat over my tongue.

My body yielded and I rode each pillaging stroke, wishing for it to never end. Jesse rose up, slipped one arm under my leg and brought it high, hooking the crook of his arm behind my knee, giving him even deeper access to my screaming cunt.

“Oh God…” I held his eyes as he rode out the deep animal passion of his lust. He drank in my face, my throat, my bouncing tits. My longing for him had been held back so long, every thrust felt like a penance. Like a command from God that I must accept Jesse's thrusting cock. That I must obey, and be meek, and milk him for every drop of cum he could give.

“Cum, baby girl," he ordered, grunting with effort. "I want to feel you cum on my cock. Daddy needs you, baby. Don’t ever forget it.”

That word again. It drove itself into my soul.

“Yes.” I hissed between his movements. “Daddy.”

The intensity of his gaze, the desperation in his words, combined to bring every cell in my body to swift focus. The building tension inside my core would not be denied any longer. Jesse pressed his body against mine, grinding hard flesh against my open slit as the physical met the emotional and I clawed my way toward the apex of the moment. Through the pain, through the confusion, through it all, he became everything.

Daddy.

Jesse’s hips flexed and drove forward, but found nowhere else for his length to go. And suddenly everything slowed again. He moved into me like an all-consuming dream, and my eyes closed as the waves of bliss washed over me.

“Oh, God…” I screamed as my body clutched onto his thickness.

I willed him to explode, to release his own intricate knot of lust in time with my own. He drove deeper into my spread hips as my body quaked and spasmed. Every sound in the room fell away as I watched his lips curl back over his teeth like an animal ready to devour its prey.

“Fuck, baby, cum on Daddy’s cock. God damn it, you feel so fucking good…tight baby pussy, just like I’ve dreamed about for so fucking long.”

He growled into the air around us and dropped his head, his hips powering into me like a bulldozer through a lace veil, and I felt his enormous cock head swell even greater, just before he sprayed my inner walls with the searing heat of his hot cum.

Revelations consumed me about pleasure in its very purest form. It wept and screamed and pounded at me in a sweeping wave of sensations from which I was sure I would never recover. Surely, this feeling was the gateway to madness. A place in which you get lost forever, never knowing again the difference between reality and dreams.

The orgasm wound its way from my toes, like a serpent up my legs, striking out from my center like sweet venom in a storm.

I grabbed at Jesse, clawed at his back and pulled him down on top of me, wanting to feel the full weight of him from head to toe. I wanted to suffocate in the reality of what was happening. I wanted it to never end.

My body trembled, and I whimpered as his massive cock jerked and cum filled every open space in my body. Our flesh glistened with sweat as our hearts chased each other, flesh to flesh. I squeezed my walls around him in spasm, wanting so badly to keep him here, right now, like this forever.

He raised his head and smiled down at me. Then he kissed me like he was seeing me for the first time after a very long absence. As our breathing slowed, Jesse’s hands brushed the hair off my face, and with his cock still firm inside my cunt he drew a line of kisses along my neck, over my cheeks, across my forehead.

In his own way, he was making sure this was real.

My mind cleared and something made me smile. “You told me to cum on Daddy’s cock.”

I giggled as I felt the thickness of his manhood still deep inside. But Jesse brushed the hair from my face, tenderly meeting my gaze, his intense dark eyes holding my own.

“Yeah, I did," he said, drawing a deep breath. "And you liked it, didn’t you? You came like a rock star after I said that. Don’t you lie, Kat, this is who you are. I've known it for so long, I just didn't know how to bring it out.”

His fierce gaze pinned me and I couldn’t help but be honest with him.

And with myself.

“You’re right. I did like it.”

“I told you to trust me, little girl. And there’s more where that came from. Now, thank me for your orgasm.” He gave a little thrust with his hips, making me suck in my breath.

“Hey! Owww! ”

“Say it.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He gave me another quick thrust. His cock did not feel like it was done yet. “So, you gonna trust me now?”

His eyes were suddenly serious, and I nodded. I did trust him. Now and forever, I knew he would always be there.

“Good. Because you got some changes to make, little girl. And calling me Daddy is just the beginning.”

I knew I should protest, but there was a flutter deep inside. It was small, but it was there, and it made me realize I needed to trust my judgment. Trust my feelings. And my feelings were telling me I really kind of liked calling him Daddy. It only made me so much more curious as to what else he had in mind.

My body began to come to its senses, and there was a definite ache deep inside. For the first time, I didn't know how much more I could be expected to take. Between the sheer size of Jesse’s cock, and the screaming red welts from his hands on my bottom, I felt like I'd been through hell and back.

Or heaven and back...

Maybe a little of both.

Jesse must have felt that shift inside me again, because his face turned from playful to concerned.

“You feeling sore?” His deep voice rumbled, the smooth hot skin of his body still pressed long and firm against mine. “Of course you are, baby. I'm proud of you, you know? You took your punishment like a good girl. And you took my cock like an even better girl.”

He smiled, and I tried to return it. But all I could do was wince, and he sighed.

"I'm sorry, babygirl, but the first time is the worst, trust me. After this, it will get easier. A nice bath will take the sting out of your ass cheeks and soothe your popped cherry there. Then, Daddy’s going to show you some of the other ways I’m going to take care of you. And remember, you promised to trust me. I don’t think your ass can take another spanking, so let’s do it my way for at least a day, okay?”

A bath from him sounded like heaven. “You’re the boss.”

“Now you’re catching on. Good girl.”