Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Daniel
Before the girls leave for the bachelorette party, I make them promise to stay together and stay safe.
Mel rolls her eyes. “Yes, Dad.”
Rosie’s expression is. . .well, she’s working on her poker face. I feel a savage pleasure at the thought that she’s going out full of my seed. I want her thinking of me as she dances.
I want her to come back to me as soon as possible so I can fill her all over again.
Ten minutes after they leave, my phone dings. A text from Rosie.
Your stern Daddy routine is hot.
I’m glad I’m leaning against the bar, so nobody can see how I get an instant erection from her message.
I have so many rules for you to follow, little girl.
Like what?
Have fun tonight, Rosie. Send photos.
I want to know what the rules are!
And I want to make you wait.
Instead of replying again, she sends a selfie from the limo. I save it to my phone.
Six hours later, I’m with Javi and his friends at a private poker table, a stack of chips in front of me, when we’re joined by a group of very tipsy young women.
Rosie slides into the chair next to me.
“How did you get in here?” I ask her as she tries to look at my cards. “And how much have you had to drink?”
“I threw the best party,” she says happily, not answering either of my questions.
“It looks like it.” I glance at my watch. “Time for bed?”
On the other side of Javi, Mel is nuzzling her face into his neck. “I’m going to miss you tonight,” she murmurs.
Way too much information.
Rosie pats my arm. “I’ll get her to her suite.”
I give her a look that says, I’ll be along soon.
I hate that I can’t wrap my arm around her and publicly claim her. Not until after the wedding.
So instead of immediately following her, which is all I want to do—six hours apart is six hours too many—I play two more hands.
I lose both after winning all night.
My attention is now elsewhere. Bidding Javi and his friends a good night, I excuse myself.
When I get to the suite, I find Rosie sprawled on the couch, legs akimbo.
She gives me a naughty, happy smile. “Hello, you.”
I shrug off my suit jacket. “Nice panties.”
“They’re wet,” she whispers. “Because you filled me with come earlier.”
I prowl over, catching her closest ankle and hauling her to the edge of the couch. Kneeling, I tug the damp cotton to the side.
Her pretty pink pussy is slick and swollen.
I swirl my fingers through the sticky mess I left behind hours ago. “Do you know how hot this is?”
She blushes. “I’ve been on edge all night.”
Her clit throbs against as I stroke it with my thumb. “I might keep you there a little longer.”
“Fuck me,” she breathes.
“No.” I grin. “How much did you have to drink?”
“Officially? Nothing.”
“Unofficially?”
She presses her finger to her lips. “Shhhh.”
I tease her entrance with a fingertip. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Miss me?”
“Yesss.”
“Were you a good girl?”
She bites her lips and rolls her hips, wanting more than just the tip of a finger.
“Rosie?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Didn’t dance that much. Just a little.”
I look up at her and catch a mischievous look on her face.
“Or a lot?”
“Only the fast songs. No slow songs with boys.” The sing-song voice makes my balls tighten up with forbidden thoughts.
Daddy, being ever so gentle with his girl after a dance. Rewarding her for saving all her dances for her favorite man. A much older, secret lover.
I lean in and kiss the inside of her thigh. “I want to dance with you tomorrow night at the wedding.”
“We’re playing a risky game,” she murmurs as I bite the soft skin just beside her cunt.
“Let me worry about that.” I let her panties fall back into place, then open my mouth and gently press my teeth into her cloth-covered mound.
She rocks her hips into the sensation.
We need more space. “Bed. Now.”
“What?” She protests but lets me help her up. I walk her into my bedroom and kneel in front of her to take off her strappy sandals. “You danced in these all night long?”
“I did miss you,” she whispers again. “Do you like to go dancing?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t tried in a long time.” I push her dress up her hips. What I want now is her naked and in my bed.
She reaches behind her head and unzips the dress, and together we pull it off her body. She’s left in a damp pair of white panties and a matching white bralette that barely covers her breasts.
Twenty-year-old tits don’t need that much support, apparently—a thought that makes me painfully aware that I’m a filthy old man. I cup her swells in my hands, pressing them together.
Fuck, her sweet skin looks so good under my flexing hands.
I picture my cock between her round, bouncing tits, bumping into her slick mouth. Her deep cleavage is perfect for fucking. My erection strains and throbs as she sways in front of me.
This is all wrong. I should be licking her to sleep and tucking her in because she’s had a few drinks.
We should take things slow.
I shouldn’t touch her at all.
And yet I see myself unbuckle my belt and slide my zipper down, revealing the heavy press of my erection against my boxer briefs. “I need your mouth, baby.”
She gasps, and it’s a delighted sound. Pure happiness at seeing the outline of my fat cock.
“Just like you did in the shower,” I tell her. “Take me deep.”
She sits on the edge of the bed and circles me in her hand, first licking around the crown—which makes me twitch with need—then swallowing half my length on the first try.
I spread my legs wider, getting at just the right height for what I want next, then I cup her tits and squeeze them together. It’s the wrong angle, but the sight of her breasts as a shelf beneath my cock, shiny with her spit, gives me another idea.
“Suck me until I’m close,” I growl. “I want to come on your tits.”
Her eyes go wide at my crude demands.
What am I doing?
Showing her who I really am. A dirty man. She’s unlocked needs in me I didn’t know existed.
Her eyelashes flutter shut, then she pulls off with a wet slurp.
“You want to come on me?” She blinks up at me. “Not in me?”
I grunt. “Already did that today.”
She licks her lips. “Not in my mouth.”
That makes me grin. “You like the taste of Daddy’s seed, little girl?”
Her pupils go dark. “Yes.”
“I do like seeing it in your pretty mouth.” I wipe my mouth. “Lie down.”
“You’re bossy tonight.” She scrambles back, stretching out as I strip. “I didn’t really have too much to drink, you know. Just enough to be a little happy. I’m definitely sober enough to consent to you gagging me with your—”
I grab one of her ankles and lift her foot to my mouth, cutting her off. “Noted.”
I kiss the sole of her foot, then her toes, and work my way up, tonguing the whole inside of her thigh until I get back to the pussy I’ve been neglecting for my own needs. She’s right, I’m being brusque and bossy, and I don’t know why.
Six hours apart from my newfound sex kitten, maybe.
She’s slick again, fresh, clear arousal begging for something even better than her lips stretched around my shaft.
Stripping away her panties, I slap my cock against her glistening slit.
“I had plans to fuck your mouth.” I fall on top of her, shoving the bralette out of the way. I suck one of her nipples, then the other, and the sound she makes matches how I feel.
Like the more of her I consume, the more right it is.
“Please,” she gasps.
I rise up and hitch one of her legs over my arm, opening her all the way for me.
With a single thrust, I seat myself in her cunt. Slick and hot and perfectly familiar now.
Yes, this.
I need this.
“I was going to fuck your tits,” I growl, rolling my hips.
“And then you spread out on my bed. Such a good girl for Daddy, listening to every word I tell you, and suddenly, using your hot little body isn’t enough.
Do you feel that? Feel how big I am for you?
It’s never been like this, Rosie. Not ever. What have you done to me?”
She cries out, and I hunch over her, fucking her faster now. I pin her wrists to the mattress and bury my face in her neck.
She’s made me fall in love with her, that’s what. She’s branded my heart and soul.
Now, I can’t just get off with her.
I need to fucking mate her like my life depends on it. Stroke into her deep enough that I make her see stars, slow enough that I light up her nerve endings in a way that guarantees she’ll come first.
And she does, with my mouth swallowing half of one of her tits and clit pinched between my fingers. I get her there like it’s my solitary mission in life, and then I shatter, my whole body pumping a full load into her already-bred cunt.
Twice a day is just enough to take the edge off this wild need, I guess.
When I finish pulsing inside her, I roll off her, pick her up, and carry her into the bathroom.
We both need to wash off the day before bed, and her poor, battered pussy needs some tender care.
“I’ve been practicing my poker face,” she says as I wash her hair. “I think I’m ready to join you at the card table.”
“I noticed. Is that what we’re going to do for your birthday?”
“That would be fun.” She sighs happily.
I rub my fingers over her scalp again, enjoying the sounds she makes.
“What else do you want to do? You mentioned a tattoo.” I tug her back against me. “And you still haven’t told me where you want to get it.”
“Oh, that.”
“Yes, that.”
She glances over her shoulder, frowning. “Do you not like tattoos?”
I don’t have any. From the outside looking in, I’m a relatively straight-laced, middle-aged dad.
Straight-laced when I’m not thinking of the depraved ways I want to fuck her brains out.
“I don’t have an opinion on them in general.
On you, though? It sounds hot. But I find myself getting a bit growly at the thought of a tattoo artist putting his hands on certain parts of your body. ”
“My foot,” she giggles. “That’s where. And the what is a sun and moon twisted together. It’s a design I’ve gotten a few times at the county fair in temporary spray-on ink, and I really like it.”