Chapter 23 Daddy
Daddy
Roman
The ache in my ribs pulled me out of sleep right into the delicious smell of something being fried. Quickly trying to figure out where I was, I sat up in bed to see my hand bandaged up.
Isla.
An angel.
I needed to see her. Now. To feel her, to look into her eyes, to touch her. I pulled on my sweatpants, but where was my t-shirt? I knew.
There she was, standing at the stove in my t-shirt, checking to see if the coffee was brewing in her moka pot.
My chest burst with joy and excitement just at the mere thought of her being beside me. Her body, her soul—everything about her disarmed me. The attachment growing within me was unfamiliar, something I’d never known.
Taking fast steps toward her, I pressed her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her body, finally feeling free to do it. She gasped and giggled, turning toward me. Mine—she was mine. I was so giddy at the thought, I was ready to fucking celebrate.
"Morning,” I mumbled, unable to open my eyes just from the scent of her body.
"Good morning,” she sang back, standing on her tippy toes to gift me a kiss. The sweetest, most desired kiss I'd ever received.
"You're wearing my clothes again."
Her smile widened as she wrapped her arms around my waist. "There's a reason for that.” She sighed into me, relief and relaxation running through my body.
"Yeah? Is the reason because you're an incredible tease?"
Isla looked up at me with such adoration. My girl. My Angel.
"No.” She shook her head, her smile so genuine. “It's because I love you. And I want to have you close to me. All the time." Isla pierced me with her eyes. She didn’t hide; she wasn’t quiet.
I stopped breathing. The only people who had ever loved me were my mother and sister, and I had lost them both. And when I heard Isla say those words, genuine, gut-wrenching fear sprouted inside me.
"Isla, you don't have to say it because I sai—" I tried to reject it all, but she interrupted with confidence.
"I'm not saying it because you said it. I'm saying it because that's how I feel. And I want you to know. I love you, Roman."
Her cheek pressed into my chest, and she squeezed me tighter, sighing once more. Holy fuck, this was it; this was the highest point in my existence.
I held onto her as if afraid that she would somehow vanish. "I love you,” I whispered in her ear, my eyes closed. I said it again and again, my lips landing on her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her neck…all of her shaking in quiet laughter. I wanted to make her laugh until the end of my days.
We stayed just like that until the coffee spilled over and she had to turn around, but my hands never left her hips. I physically couldn't let her go.
Isla made breakfast and coffee and fed me on her couch, her smile never leaving her lips. We didn't say much to each other, only because both of us were in disbelief at what was happening. I knew I was.
"Isla? Will you come back to live with me?" I asked her earnestly, hoping the answer was a resounding yes, but her amused expression didn’t give me much confidence.
"But...I just got this place! I haven't even furnished it!” she responded with a light laugh.
"Two things.” I held up two fingers, and she nodded with a small smile. “One: I can't fucking stand being away from you. It's been too fucking hard; I don't want to live without you. Come back.
“And two—" I paused and looked down into her lap before meeting her eyes again. "I can't risk you living on your own. Not after what happened with Sergei."
Yes, that made her think. Before I could take him out, I had to keep constant watch over her, and she would be safest with me and my security.
"Damn.” She bit her lip, her smile mysterious. “You do present very strong arguments." She thought it over, and I took the opportunity to place my finger under her chin to bring her gaze back to me. "But...you will have to convince me."
Instinctively, I furrowed my eyebrows. Convince her? My argument wasn't convincing enough? "You really need to be convinced to live with me?" I wasn't really sure what she was getting at, seeing that smile lingering on her face.
"Uh huh." She nodded eagerly. "Convince me that you can fuck me as good in the morning as at night...and I'll consider it." She shrugged simply, as if talking about the most mundane thing.
God, I loved her.
"It's always the innocent ones, isn't it? Who look like little angels but really are..." I broke off, but she completed my sentence without hesitation.
"Sluts?" She chuckled and shook her head. "No. It takes the right man...to bring that out."
I was taken aback at the force with which she kissed me, but I wasn't about to fucking argue with anything. Quickly removing my shirt off her body, she appeared almost naked in front of me in the full light of the morning, and I groaned at how fucking beautiful she was.
Before I knew it, Isla broke the kiss and jumped off the couch, tugging down her already almost non-existent panties. It was so fast, so hot; she wasn’t wasting any time.
Speechless, I watched how she quickly dropped to her knees in front of me and yanked down my sweatpants, discarding them somewhere to the side. I was rock fucking hard in seconds.
She grabbed my cock and licked it from the base to the tip, where she popped it into her mouth, her eyes locked with mine. Jesus fucking Christ.
But within a second, she was already straddling me, sinking down onto my cock, her wet and fucking addicting pussy taking me all in. As if shell-shocked, I only observed her actions, unable to participate.
"Ah! Daaaamn!" she moaned loudly and threw her head back—a beautiful sight—just for me. Jesus, she made me high. Everything with her was phenomenal—I forgot that I'd ever had sex with anyone else before.
After a few minutes, she hopped off and turned around, mounting me with her back to my chest. I could only watch the way my cock disappeared inside her again. I pleaded something, unable to make any coherent words.
Isla rode my cock like a fucking professional whore, I swear. The way she moved her hips and the precise nature of her movements left me in awe and appreciation of her body and soul.
I sat up on the couch and drowned in ecstasy. Her ass was fucking perfect, and I roamed my hands on all of her body as I watched her bounce up and down on my dick.
"Oooff fuck..." I heard her words, delirious myself. "Fuck, this feels so good Da—" She suddenly cut herself off.
But I didn't miss it.
No way was Isla into this; no way did I fucking land this perfect angel.
My arm wrapped around her waist, pushing out a louder reaction. Putting slight pressure onto her throat, I whispered in her ear. "Say it...call me by that name." Instead, she hesitated and slowed down, so I encouraged her again. "Come on Angel...don't hold back. Say it."
Her head fell onto my shoulder, all of her leaning back and relaxing, that mesmerizing pussy riding me without pause. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her crimson lips were open, heavenly sounds escaping her throat.
Fuck, her tits in my hands, her pussy on me, she belonged to me, and I would fucking give her what she wanted. "I want to hear you say it, moya devochka…call me by that name." I lowered my voice, feeling her fuck me harder. I waited with bated breath and then—
"Daddy!" she finally pleaded. "Your big cock feels so good, Daddy!"
The way she said it—the fact that she wanted to call me that—gave me some sort of previously unknown satisfaction. I fucking hated when other women called me that in the past, but I wanted to be that for Isla.
"Is that what you want, baby?” I held her chin in one hand, the other digging into her hips. “You want me to be your Daddy? But will you be a good girl for me?" I teased her quietly, seeing her clearly unable to think logically. Fuck, I was so close; I was struggling to get the words out.
At this, Isla hopped off and turned to face me once more, quickly bending down to put my cock in her mouth. She was depraved, perfectly mirroring my inner state.
On her knees and my dick in her hands, she pressed her arms to her body, squeezing her perfect tits together. A little pout appeared on her face, and she bit her bottom lip, her voice pleading. Begging.
"Will you fuck my mouth, Daddy? Like you mean it?"
My eyes widened when she slowly crawled back, waiting for me on her knees. It was all in slow motion—all her movements, the look in her eyes, my thoughts. Her mouth fell open, and she stuck out her tongue, beckoning me with her eyes. Obediently waiting for me.
Ugh, Isla would be my end. I wasn't sure how I hadn't fucking busted yet—I tried to continuously distract myself.
But I would give her everything she wanted.
And like she wanted, I closed the distance between us, stopping only inches away, drowning in the pure desire sparkling in her eyes.
Slowly, she dragged her wet tongue up my shaft before planting a most delicate kiss on my abdomen.
She stared at me the whole time, all of her exuding charged sexual energy.
“Do it, Daddy,” she whispered, sliding her hands up my thighs, her nails grazing me as if to mark. “I need it.”
"Fuck.” I gripped her jaw, my little chuckle having the desired effect on her.
She breathed faster, and her eyes widened—asking for it.
“You’re such a good girl for me. You want me to use that pretty mouth until you can’t breathe?
” She nodded eagerly and stuck out her tongue again, the sight sending shivers through me.
I laced my fingers into her hair and pushed her head onto me, my cock sliding down her throat with ease.
She took it so fucking well.
"Take every inch, moya devochka.” I was in a trance, unable to look away from the unholy sight of Isla choking on my cock, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“I want your knees bruised, Angel.” I breathed out, holding her head in place and feeling her throat spasm around me.
"Put your hands behind your back." She obeyed instantly.
Yes, fuck—the view was phenomenal. She moaned around me but took it all without pause, gagging, her lips stretched wide.
I could tell she was becoming exhausted, but I never took my cock out of her mouth, sliding it in and out as deep as she would take me, her tits bouncing with every thrust. I finally pulled out but only for a few seconds, letting her gasp for air.
“You want it on your tongue?” I shoved my cock back inside her mouth and spoke slowly, holding myself back from the edge.
But instead, Isla grabbed a hold of my hips and pushed my dick further into her mouth, rendering me immobile.
“Isla…Isla, baby,” I fucking pleaded with her, pumping it all down her throat.
The whole world blurred in that moment. How was I living in this fantasy?
When she finally pulled back, gasping, spit and cum smeared across her lips, she collapsed onto her hands, trembling.
For a moment neither of us could speak, nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing filling the room.
I stared down at her, overcome by the simple truth burning through me—I loved her. And she loved me.
Pure, unbridled joy and deep disbelief intertwined inside me at how things had changed between us in the last twelve hours.
Isla sat back down on her heels, breaking out in a faint smile just as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
That look riveted me more than the fucking orgasm.
Wanting her on me, I pulled her up and into my lap, reveling in how her arms wrapped around me so naturally. She panted, eyes closed—ready for me.
"Open your mouth," I commanded, and without hesitation she did, taking two of my fingers in.
Her hungry eyes locked on mine as she sucked greedily, drool sliding down her chin.
I pulled free and dragged my wet fingers down her body, circling her clit until her eyes fluttered shut, her hips grinding into my hand.
Gently, I pushed her onto the couch, and her legs spread for me as I buried my fingers inside her. "The sweetest, tightest…fucking most delicious pussy..." I bent over her trembling body, taking in the sight.
Her mouth fell open in a silent moan, and she pinched her nipple, the other hand sliding toward her clit. Her body was pure sin. "All mine. Your pussy is mine." I reminded her, ramming my fingers inside her, her voice like an angel song to my ears.
In and out, I finger-fucked her while she played with her clit, edging her closer and closer. "Tell me. Tell me who you belong to...moya devochka." I wanted to hear her say it, plead it.
Beg it.
Isla bit her bottom lip—hard, her face painted in pleasure. But she didn’t indulge me. "Say it.” I drove my fingers in harder, curling them, feeling every bit of her shakes. “Tell me who you belong to," I demanded, my voice growing lower and darker.
"Y-yours, Daddy! I’m yo—oh my god!" Her body arched off the couch, and I felt every pulse of her pussy against my fingers.
She was a picture of perfection—flushed, shaking, goosebumps decorating her skin. Hungrily, I took in the sight of her body living through her orgasm, all of her unraveled and fucking mine.
Dreams did come true.