CHAPTER ONE — DAVID
I wake up with the most angelic woman I've ever seen in my arms. What the hell did I do to deserve this?
She sighs, and I watch her chest rise slightly. I press my lips to her temple, noticing how smooth her skin is. I can't even believe she's real. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and she murmurs something incomprehensible.
She's so fucking cute.
I glance at her body. She's wearing one of my oversized black T-shirts; it's barely skimming the top of her thighs.
I think about what's underneath it: her tight pussy, that round ass I've punished so many times now.
And I feel my cock stir. I'm so tempted to wake her up right now, but I also can't bear the thought of cutting off her beauty sleep.
She's such a hard worker. I don't want to do that to her.
So, I settle for stroking her cheek slightly.
I rest a hand on her thigh and notice how small it is.
I'm able to almost completely surround it with my palm.
She's about a foot shorter than me, so it's not that surprising, although I feel like she has kid-sized hands. I mean, she's small relative to me, but not that short, maybe 5'3" or 5' 4", I would guess.
I squeeze gently, and then I notice her shift a bit. The shirt rides up, and I feel that primal instinct stir in me. I need to go have a shower, a cold shower, right now.
I sit up, but before I can get off the bed, her eyes pop open. Somehow her green and golden speckled eyes are as bright and clear as the Caribbean Sea, despite the fact that we didn't get a lot of sleep last night.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"I was going to go shower."
"Can I join you?" she asks cheekily.
"Of course, baby girl. You can always join me in the shower."
She giggles and rests her head on my chest for a second.
Who is this woman? It's like she's transformed from the sassy brat I've gotten used to into a submissive, playful alter ego. I mean, I loved the bratty version of her, but this one isn't bad either.
I pick her up, scooping her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist naturally and nestles her head in the crook of my arm as I walk towards the washroom. She's wrapped around me like a koala bear.
I can feel her pussy pressed up against my boxer shorts, and my cock is growing harder. She has one arm wrapped around my neck, and with the other, she reaches down.
"Ooh, someone's turned on."
"What do you expect?" I ask. How could I not be turned on when I have the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world lying right beside me?
She beams and her cheeks flush. My cock stiffens even more, and I find myself grabbing her hair and pulling. The more turned on I get, the more I want to destroy her.
If anything, the tender feelings I'm having for her are intensifying how badly I want her. And right now, I want her badly. Very badly.
"Since this is your fault," I say playfully, "I think it's only fair that you help daddy out. What do you say?"
I place her down on the white marble floor in my bathroom, pull down my boxers, and watch my cock spring to attention. It's hard, and I can feel it pulsing already. I'm so tempted to throw her up against the wall right now and fuck the shit out of her, but I'm trying to be composed.
She nods, smiling, and I pick her up by her thin waist and bring her into the shower. The walls surrounding it are glass.
I turn on the water. It's cold. She yelps.
"You'll get used to it," I say. "It'll warm up soon. Now, show daddy how sorry you are. And suck his cock."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for being so fucking beautiful that you caused this problem right here," I say, looking down. She smiles and opens her mouth.
The water is beating down at her back, hitting about half of her body.
"Tell me when the water's warm," I say.
She nods as I feed her my cock. She begins moving her mouth up and down my shaft enthusiastically, which is new. Until now, our dynamic has been push-pull — mostly me pushing and her pulling, when it comes to sex at least. Me making her do things, her giving in.
Of course, that's what she wants. She wants to be made to give in. But this time, I didn't have to ask her twice. "Good girl," I say, groaning. "Your mouth feels so good."
I run my fingers through the top of her hair and scrunch it. She pulls out for a second. "It's warm," she says.
"Good. Move back so you're right under it." She moves back a few inches, but that's not what I want. So I pick her up and manhandle her. She blushes.
I place her so the water is pouring down on her head. I want her all wet as she sucks my cock.
I watch as the water hits her head and cascades down her back. Droplets run down her face as I shove my cock down her throat.
"Good girl," I say, kneading my fingers into her hair again. "Take all of daddy's cock like a good little slut." I groan as she takes it even deeper. Fuck. My cock pulses, and I realize I'm getting close.
I pick her up and twist her around so that her chest is facing the wall. "Hands on the wall," I say. She follows my instructions, and I spread her from behind.
"Do you want daddy to fill you up again?" I ask.
"Mm-hmm," she says.
"Good. That's just what I'm going to do." I gather her hair in a ponytail and pull. She arches her back, and I slide inside her. She's fucking soaking. "You're so goddamn wet," I whisper in her ear.
She moans quietly. "Do you know what you do to me with those whimpering sounds? You just make me want to fuck you harder."
I start pumping into her slowly, and then faster. Skin claps against skin, and it's made even louder by the fact that we're both wet now.
I reach one hand around and start to rub her clit. She whimpers as I increase the pressure. "I want you to come for me, baby girl," I say. "Come for daddy."
I rub small circles around her button as I thrust upwards towards her G-spot. I release her hair and press my thumb into her asshole. "I love having access to all your holes. They're all mine from now on. Got it?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Say it. Tell me all of your holes are mine."
"My holes are yours, daddy."
"Good girl."
I groan and thrust into her once more, exploding. I feel my hot cum leak out of her, spilling out. It takes me a second to realize that I finished early. I wanted to make sure she came first, but she didn't. That's a first for me.
I usually have so much self-control, but around her, I disintegrate.
"You make me so goddamn crazy," I whisper into her ear, "that I couldn't contain myself. But don't worry, daddy will take care of you."
I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me like before, and I walk her back into the bedroom.