Chapter 9 Griffin #2
“It’s the truth… Daddy.” Fucking hell. Daddy. Hearing her call me that, handing me control and trusting I wouldn’t push things too far or too hard, made my head swim with lust. Lust and something almost overwhelmingly bigger kicked in.
“Hmm,” my voice rumbled as I pulled back and stood straighter.
As I looked at her, my heart felt like it was too big for my chest. This thing was an emotion so fucking pure and real I was positive I’d never felt anything close to it because it was meant to only be felt with the woman in front of me.
“I think daddy’s going to need to check his little brat to make sure she didn’t sneak anything under this cute little uniform.” My hands moved down her waist to her hips and down her thighs.
“Cute,” she snorted, making me raise a brow. My girl had to at least look a little sorry. Without breaking eye contact, I touched my hands to the silky-smooth skin of her knees. My Adam’s apple bobbed as the heat of her body soaked through my hands.
I was a thirty-five-year-old man with a body count I wasn’t too proud of as I stood in front of her.
Yet anything and anyone who had come before her no longer mattered.
Shit, she made me feel like some green-behind-the-ears teenager about to touch a girl for the first time.
Because she’s the one that matters. Mine, a voice growled.
“Oh god,” she moaned, spreading her legs a little further.
My hands spread open, enjoying every single centimeter of flesh I could feel.
They glided under the thick fabric, slowly pushing it upward as her eyes fluttered shut.
I was captivated by the way her breathing turned jagged.
Shallow. Marty’s head fell back, exposing her neck, her features shining with pleasure.
All from simply touching her perfect-as-sin thighs.
“Look at you. You like daddy touching you, baby girl?”
“Why is that so fucking hot?” I pinched her thigh, and she yelped.
“I warned you once about that mouth, Marty,” I scolded. My hands stilled when they found the apex of her thighs. Damp heat radiated off her in waves.
“It’s hot because my woman has been making decision after decision for way too fucking long,” I started to say.
“And despite how fast or crazy this might be, there is no denying who you belong to now, little girl.” She froze, and for a moment, I worried I went too far too fast. One of my hands moved from under her skirt and cupped her face. “It’s okay to be scared of this.”
“Gri—“
“That’s not what you call me when it’s just the two of us. Might be early on, but that’s going to be a rule from now on, unless you have a problem with that. Do you have a problem with that, spitfire”? She shook her head immediately.
Shit, this was going to be fun.
“Now, I need you to do me a favor and sit still. Daddy is goin’ to inspect you, see what you’re hiding under here.”
“Daddy,” she whispered, leaning into my touch.
“Good girl. Now, one more bad word, and I won’t have any problems stopping my little search here to pull these panties“—the tips of my fingers skimmed the wet gusset of her underwear–– “down and set you across my lap for a proper spanking. Is that understood?” She nodded enthusiastically, and I had to bite away my smile.
“You’re wet, baby,” I noted in a quiet drawl. “Nice and warm. This all for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whined. My brow rose, and the prettiest pink tinged the apples of her cheeks.
“Is that right?” A wicked smile painted my face. “Have you been wet since you invited me into your place?” She bit down on her lip so hard I worried she would make it bleed.
“Yes,” she softly admitted, shifting her hips and scooting closer to the edge of the table, trying to get me to touch her a little more.
“Did my sweet little brat touch this pussy of mine that night?” I knew I was sweetly torturing the both of us.
“Yes.”
“How, Marty? Show me, my sweet little firework, what you did after I left.” Her eyes caught mine, and my lungs seized as she brought a finger to her mouth and between her lips, getting it wet for me before she dropped it back down.
My eyes followed the path, and when I swallowed, it felt like rocks were stuffed in the middle of my throat.
“I used my toy.” Fuck yes. That was definitely something I was going to ask her to show me later.
“How about you show me with your fingers right now?” She nodded.
Her legs rose and her feet settled flat on the edge of the table, spreading her open for me.
“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath. “Look at you. Look at what a good girl you are for daddy.” She pulled her panties to the side, and I dropped down to my knees for a better view.
Her fingers faltered, and when I glanced up at her, I nodded.
“Don’t stop. Be a good girl for me,” I demanded as gently as I could.
Marty did as I asked, and I watched as she pulled them further to the side, giving me a better view of her pretty, trimmed lips. She was wet and swollen. Fucking dripping down with her sweet feminine arousal.
“I… I… touched myself…like this… thinking about you.” My nose flared. Fuck, her scent rose, and I couldn’t stop what I needed next. I leaned in and swiped at her pussy, loving the sound she made and the way her hand found its way to the top of my head.
“Tell daddy more.” I groaned as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue before I flattened it and swiped along her slit, up and down, laving at her tight little snatch.
“I thought about you in my place. Fingering me.” I added my finger into the mix without hesitation. My lips quirked upward, and pride rose at the sound of her little whiney moan.
“Just like that,” she whimpered, her hips moving slowly. Surely. I added a second finger. Sawing them in and out, stretching her velvety walls as her taste filled my mouth. I couldn’t help but take my cock out and start to stroke it while I ate her.
“I… I… oh god, Daddy… yes. Like that. Oh my god, that feels so good.”
“What else did you think about?” I growled against her pussy, sounding and feeling like some kind of feral animal.
“You. Spanking me. Teaching your brat a lesson.” I swiped at her pussy from ass to clit two more times before I stood up, ignoring her soft little whimper at the loss of my mouth because I wanted to do anything that made her feel good.
I pulled her down and off the table. Confusion shone in her eyes for a second before I turned her around and pushed down on her shoulder blades.
Getting the hint, my spitfire didn’t need any further instructions.
She spread her legs, then lifted the skirt of her uniform up and over her ass.
I tugged down her black panties until they pooled down at her ankles.
She glanced over her shoulder, and something came over me.
Mine. Mine. Mine, that voice in my head chanted like a fucking prayer.
My hand rose and fell, smacking against her pale ass cheek. She gasped and I grunted. My eyes glued to how her flesh jiggled and my hand print slowly started to bloom to life. I spanked her again and again. One cheek then the other and back again. Until her ass cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.
“Daddy!” she whined.
“You needed a lesson, my little brat. My thief.”
“I didn’t steal any—“
“You did,” I grunted, reaching into the back pocket of my jeans. Her eyes darkened as she realized what I was doing.
Ripping the foil packet with my teeth, I pulled the condom out and shuffled my fucking boxer briefs down my thighs before rolling the rubber down the length of my cock.
The next moment, I lined myself up against her and knew it would be easy to sink balls deep inside of her.
But I was big and she was tight. I didn’t want to hurt her.
I just needed to find the patience to take this slow.
“Please,” she called out, “teach me, Daddy. Show me how to be good.” So much for holding back.
Her dirty words spurred me on. Without hesitation, I thrust inside of her, letting her take my entire eight inches in one long thrust. My knees almost buckled with how fucking tight she was.
My girl’s little snatch was tight and wet and so fucking perfect for me.
“Fuck,” I spat. Sweat started to form at my hairline and the back of my neck. “Yes.” My mouth found her neck and bathed it in attention using my tongue and mouth. I loved the way her pussy clenched when I scraped my teeth against her pulse point.
“You’re tight, little girl.”
“It’s been a long time. Never… never someone as… big.” Her words broke with her moans.
“So fucking wet.”
“For you. All for you.”
“Fuck. Yeah,” I growled, thrusting in and out. My hips pistoned back and forth reaching around her to rub her clit.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she whined. “So close, Daddy. I think… I think I’m about to—“
“Just like that. Give it to me,” I encouraged. “Soak my cock with your girl cum, spitfire.”
“Can I?” she whimpered. “Can I come?” she cried out, her hips matching each of my thrusts.
“Look at daddy’s brat, asking so nicely.” I grinned, wiping at my brow. “I might be teaching you a lesson, but no matter what, you always come first,” I grunted, enunciating each and every word.
“Dad-Daddy!” she cried out. Marty threw her head back, and her pussy, Jesus Christ, her tight-as-hell pussy milked my dick, rippling her sweet tightness around me and pulling me deeper into her body.
I had no choice but to fucking let go. One, two, four pumps, and I came.
Hard. My release shot out into the fucking barrier of the condom that separated us.
Filling the rubber with ribbon after ribbon of my seed until I fell forward, covering her back with my still-clothed front.
“Daddy,” she panted, and I dipped my head into the crook of her neck.
“You ready to admit you stole from me?”
“From you?” she asked softly as her hooded brown eyes locked with mine.
“Time to fess up, sweetheart,” I drawled the moment I stood and turned her around, not bothering with tucking my cock back into my pants. Instead, I lifted Marty up and sat her on my lap as I took a seat in the booth we’d just fucked in front of.