Chapter 21
I don't think I've ever been so ready to get fucked in my life.
The first moment I saw Deandre, I wanted him.
The past few hours of working side by side, watching him create while also using my own two hands to make something, has taken that idle desire and shaped it into something sharp.
Some people, like Adam, you get to know by talking to them.
Some like Cayden you spend a lifetime knowing, and some like Jax you never understand at all.
But sitting here with Deandre has given me a better glimpse into who he is in his heart than a hundred conversations or a decade of occupying the same small town.
I know him. I want him.
I need his hands on me, now.
"Fuck, yes," I murmur, and then I'm in motion.
He throws me around like a rag doll, lifting me off his lap and turning me. When I land astride his huge, hard thighs again, I'm facing him. He tears off his safety glasses and flares his nostrils. I have about three seconds to appreciate the naked desire in his eyes before he's hauling me in.
He kisses the way he works, slow and steady and undeniable. I let his tongue past my lips, and he takes me apart with it. His big hands travel my body, sliding from my knees to my hips.
He pulls me flush against him, and I groan into his mouth. Holy shit, he's big, and I can't wait to get him inside me.
"Please," I mumble, "Please."
"Shh, I got you, baby girl. You just let Daddy take care of everything."
Oh, God. Oh, God .
No one's ever asked me to call them that—I didn't really know it was a thing people did outside of cheesy pornos, but right here, in this man's lap, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
"Daddy…"
His groan rumbles through my body, making my nipples light up and my pussy throb. He grinds into me, and I answer him with a twist of my own hips. It feels so good, writhing against his monster cock, and we're both still clothed, but I feel close already.
"Please, please," I chant, rubbing myself against him harder. "Need—Daddy—"
His grip goes to iron on my hips. He tears his lips away. "What did I say, little girl?"
What? "I—"
"You gonna be a good girl? Let Daddy take care of you? Or is Daddy gonna have to take you over his knee?"
Flames erupt inside me. I can't possibly want that, but a part of me does.
"Would you?" I whisper.
"If you want to be a little brat, I just might."
I flex my hips against his again, testing.
He doesn't let me down.
His eyes flash dark. My head spins as he lifts me.
The next thing I know, I'm laid out across his lap, my chest draped over his thighs and my ass in the air.
I shiver with an impossible need, all the breath shoved out of me, and then his hand tucks into the waistband of my leggings.
He tears them and my panties down, exposing my rear to the air.
I moan, shaking my head, and my eyes leak.
"Daddy—"
"This is for your own good, baby girl."
The moment drags on and on. Anticipation builds inside me, a wave ready to crash.
The crack of his broad palm hitting tender flesh rings out in the air, shocking in its sharpness. The sting radiates through my ass a half second later, followed by heat that threatens to carry me away.
He spanks me again, once, twice, and oh fuck. Orgasm hovers right over me, and he hasn't even touched my needy pussy yet.
"You gonna be a good girl for Daddy now?"
"Yes, yes, I swear—" I'm babbling, crying, and what's happening to me?
Oh, then sweet relief floods through me. He cups the hot cheeks of my ass and rubs, then slides his big fingers lower. I groan, dropping my head as he connects with the lips of my pussy. He slips his fingertips through my slit, and I'm so incredibly wet.
"There you go, baby," he says. "Daddy's got you. Daddy's gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart."
"Daddy, Daddy—"
He slips two fingers inside, stretching me, and then his thumb connects with my clit, and I'm gone.
Orgasm sweeps me away to another plane. Nonsense words fall out of my mouth as I shriek and sob.
He gentles me through it, working my pussy while stroking my back with his other hand.
As I start to come down, he slides his palm higher, cupping my neck, brushing my hair back from my tear-streaked face.
Holy hell. That was so intense. I can hardly catch my breath, but I feel more relaxed and at peace than I have in so long. Maybe years.
"You gonna thank your Daddy for making your little pussy feel so good?"
"Thank you." My voice comes out cracked and sore. I hardly recognize it. "Thank you."
"You are so welcome, baby girl."
He still hasn't withdrawn his fingers from my pussy. A new spark of warmth lights inside me, and it's too soon, but try telling my body that.
He notices, groaning. "Hungry pussy. Want more?"
I nod wildly. "Yeah. Yeah, please…"
His hand on my face holds me in place. "Okay. You just let me drive now. Gotta open you up. You're so tight, girlie…"
That seems impossible considering how much cock I've taken recently, but I'm not going to argue. I luxuriate into his touch, eating up his gentle praise as he keeps working me. Another finger slides in, and the stretch is intense. It only gets more so with the fourth.
A whine escapes me, but he pets my back soothingly.
"Shh, just take it, baby girl. I'm gonna fuck you real soon. That's what you want, right? Want Daddy's big cock plowing you open?"
That sounds sooo good. "Yes, yes, please…"
"One more, first. Think you can come again for me?"
How could I not? I nod and close my eyes, giving it up. It feels so good to let him take control of my body. I concentrate on the pure pleasure he's wringing from me. He sets up a steady rhythm on my clit again, and before I know it, I'm right there…
"Do it, baby. Come, come for Daddy—"
I cry out again as another, softer orgasm rolls through me. He drives his fingers in deep, and I feel so full.
But not nearly so full as I'm going to be.
As the last aftershocks fade, he finally stills his hand. He pulls it free with a filthy, wet sound that makes my pussy clench again. I sound used, well-fucked and open, and I haven't even seen his cock yet.
He pats my ass and helps me to sit up.
"Strip," he orders.
I stand on shaky legs. His stare fixes on me. I feel it like a physical touch, and normally this sort of command would make me self-conscious and unsure, but if he wants it, then I want it, too.
I bend as seductively as I can and push my leggings the rest of the way down. My boots and socks go with them. I tease the hem of my top for a moment, gazing into his lust-drunk eyes. He raises a brow expectantly, and a hot flush of arousal surges through my body.
Maintaining eye contact, I nudge the fabric higher. Deandre licks his lips when my pussy is revealed. He's already felt how wet I am, but can he see it? Is the dampness all down the inside of my thighs visible even from here?
My vision is cut off when I peel the shirt up and over my head. I stand there in nothing but a bra for a moment, then reach to unclasp it and discard that, too. My breasts bounce free, heavy and full with need.
"Beautiful, baby," he murmurs. "Now come here."
He pats his lap. I climb up again, and it's all the more erotic, now that I'm naked and he's still half dressed.
He urges me forward, and I go easily. Our lips connect while I grind my bare pussy over the bulge in his jeans. Then he takes my wrists in his huge hands and hooks my fingers in his belt.
"Undress me."
Happily.
But not before taking advantage, at least a little bit.
God, his body is a feast. I run my hands over the bare skin of his chest for a moment. His chiseled muscles are a delight to the touch, his ebony skin smooth and hot. When I touch his nipples, he huffs a sigh into my mouth, and I grip his shoulders for a moment before returning to my task.
His belt gives easily beneath my hands. I undo the buttons on his fly, then reach inside.
He's wearing silky boxer briefs. They're wet right over the head of his cock, which strains the fabric with its crazy length and girth.
Jesus, is that thing really supposed to fit inside me?
I'm wet at the thought of finding out, but I won't deny a frisson of anxiety.
I dip my hand beneath the fabric and give that hot, silky length a nice stroke. He grunts, bucking into it.
"Your hands feel so good on me," he says against my mouth. He lets me continue for a moment, pleasuring him like that, then puts his hand on my wrist, stopping me. "Too good. You still want your daddy inside you?"
"More than anything."
"Up, then."
He helps me rise onto my knees. Together, we push his jeans and underwear down.
His cock bobs free, and my breath halts in my throat.
Forget monstrous—that piece of man meat is a freaking beast. It's beautiful, too, for all that its size is intimidating.
The skin is a dark, dark brown all down the shaft, then a little pinker at the tip.
The base is nestled in a neat thatch of black hair and big, full balls.
"Like what you see?"
I nod, dumb.
"Come here, then, baby girl." He hauls me in and devours my mouth. Gently but firmly, he grabs me by the hip and pushes me down. "Come sit on daddy's cock and make it feel so, so good."
I do as he bids, fuzzy in the head with how bad I want it.
I don't have to sink far before the fat head of his is nudging up against my opening.
Thank God I'm so slick; thank God he prepped me so well.
I push, and he holds himself up for me to impale myself on.
For a moment, I don't know if I'm even going to be able to get him in.
He feels wide as a baseball bat, and I whine.
"Go on, baby, take it. Take that big cock…"
A high, impossible sound tears itself from my throat as I shove down and he finally drives in. I throw my head back. Even the head feels enormous, and he only keeps going.
He starts moving me on his cock, bouncing me in little motions that slowly bring me lower and lower. Every inch he slides inside feels like new parts of my body opening.
With his other hand, he caresses the front of my body, pressing his palm to my heart before sliding lower.
He cups my breast and my throat, then the dip in my waist. All along the way, he gives me little encouragements, telling me how I'm his sweet baby girl, how he wants me, how good I feel and how well I'm taking his huge, thick dick.
Finally, finally, my hips meet his, and I nearly black out with the pleasure. Jesus, I've never felt so full—so taken .
He growls, rubbing his mouth along my jawline and holding me close. "Told you, baby, told you you could do it. God, your pussy feels so good. Sweet, wet little pussy, so nice and tight around daddy's cock. You like it? You like being filled up with this big cock?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me, fuck me, please—"
And I'm practically crying again, sobbing, my eyes wet with how he transports me away. I'm nothing but a mass of sensation now, only a wet hole being fucked by my daddy, and it feels so insanely good.
"That's right, I got you. Gonna fuck you so right."
And he's true to his word. Slowly he draws me up, pulling his hips back at the same time. He fucks up into me and shoves me down at the same time, and I'm riding him, but he's in control. I feel like a toy. I feel used.
I feel so amazing I could scream.
Maybe I do. I don't know. All I'm sure of is that within seconds, I'm on the cusp.
"Daddy—gonna—"
"Yeah, come on daddy's cock."
I explode. Everything else fades away, my body reduced to the thundering pulse of how he shatters me. For minutes or hours or maybe days, I come—it feels like it's endless.
When I open my eyes, he's still inside me, but we're moving. He picks me up as if it takes no effort at all. I fall, shrieking, but I don't have a worry in me. My back collides with a work bench, and oh, yeah. I lie back on the rough wood, shavings getting in my hair, but I don't care.
His eyes are on fire as he bends over me. With me on my back and him standing between my open thighs, he really has the leverage to pound into me.
And I thought he was huge before, but when he shoves in deep and really starts thrusting, it goes to a whole new level.
I come again, just like that, and he groans. Planting a hand beside my head, he keeps going, fucking me through my orgasm. Filthy words spill out of his mouth, but I can hardly hear them.
Until he's there. His eyes slam shut, and he hits about eighty miles an hour with his hips.
"Here it comes, baby girl. Gonna fill you up, fill you up with daddy's come, tell me you want it—"
"Gimme," I beg. "Please, please, need it. Need your cock, need your come—"
His mouth drops open, and oh Jesus.
He pulses inside me so powerfully it triggers another sharp climax. His hot load floods me, and I love it. I love being his wet hole, his baby girl, his come dump. I dig my nails into his skin and tighten my legs around him, lost in ecstasy.
Until the sound of a closing door wakes me.
I snap my eyes open. Deandre doesn't seem fazed. He just keeps on enjoying his orgasm, slowly moving his hips in small, gentle thrusts. His come leaks out around his cock, dripping down the crack of my ass.
And there I am. Spread open and speared and full of another man's release while he's still coming inside me .
From across the room, I meet Cayden's eyes.
And they're not jealous.
They're not jealous at all.