Chapter 2
TWO
YES… DADDY
Beckett
Daddy. A filthy suggestion from a woman who looked so sweet and innocent.
All the restraint I’d mustered for the past few hours disappeared in a single second.
I stood, not worried about hiding my very obvious erection from anyone still lingering around us, and offered her my hand.
Her eyes darted from my face to my outstretched hand and back before she swallowed and slipped her fingers over mine.
When she stood, I leaned down and placed my mouth next to her ear. “If you don’t want this, tell me now, Bubbles.”
I straightened, and she nodded.
“Use your words, baby girl. I need to hear you say it.” My voice was low, but my eyes bounced around us to make sure no one was in earshot.
“I want it,” she said quietly, and my attention snapped back to her. Her hand squeezed mine, and she took a deep breath. “I want…you.”
The confidence in her voice paired with her clear and direct consent was exactly what I needed.
Turning, I kept her hand in mine as we walked through the maze of couches and lounge chairs to the staircase leading to the second floor. She was much shorter than me, but she still found a way to keep up with my long, determined stride.
When we got to the top, I looked to my left, then right down the dimly lit hallway, and found room seven—my favorite number. We stopped in front of the door only long enough for me to slide the key in and unlock it.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I looked around the room quickly, noting the four-poster bed and the deep blue sheets as well as the condoms and other toys for us along one wall. It was dark and cozy, and that was all I noticed before I turned back to her.
Her wide eyes met mine, and I closed the distance between us, backing her up against the door. She sucked in a sharp breath, but her stare never wavered. Leaning forward, I dropped my head forward, skimming her smooth cheek with my lips before I took a deep breath.
God, she smelled amazing. Something sweet yet deep that I wanted to bottle so I could smell it forever.
I took another hit like a fucking crazy persona and chuckled. “You smell so good, Bubbles.”
She made a little sound deep in her throat as one of her hands tentatively braced against the exposed side of my face. “Take off the mask. I want to see the rest of your face,” she whispered.
In one swift motion, I lifted the edge and pulled it off. Dropping it to the floor, I ran my hand through my unruly hair.
My free hand settled on her hip, and she traced her eyes over my entire face for the first time.
Both of her hands braced against the scruff on my cheeks, and the beginnings of a smile tilted the edges of her lips. When it grew, I knew I had to have a taste.
Without preamble, I bent forward and brushed my lips against hers.
My intention was to begin with a chaste kiss, to work up to all the dirty, depraved things I imagined doing with her, but that didn’t happen.
When she whimpered and her hands fisted in the lapels of my jacket, every plan was decimated.
I wrapped my hands under her ass and lifted her up into my arms as I kissed her. Hard.
All the hesitance I’d sensed before was gone. Her nails scraped against my scalp as she pulled me closer, wrapping her legs around my hips. She felt so good against me. Her supple, sweet curves in my hands and her body pressed against mine.
Her mouth was heaven, and she willingly parted her lips for me when I slipped my tongue against her mouth.
With her in my arms, I walked the few feet to the edge of the bed and carefully laid her down. I immediately missed holding her, but seeing her spread out before me, blonde pigtails laid out beside her head and each breath coming in quick, short pants, I was consumed.
The light red birthmark down the side of her neck, trailing from her chin to her collarbone, was beautiful.
I leaned forward and kissed the slightly textured skin.
She squirmed beneath me, and I looked down at her body.
Her hips pushed off the bed, searching for some sort of relief, and I smiled at how desire had taken over.
Her skin was hot against mine as she bucked once again and grazed my aching cock with her pussy. There were too many layers between us, and I had to get rid of them immediately.
“Please,” she begged, and my eyes flashed to hers as my hands dropped to the inside of her thighs.
I pressed them open, massaging her smooth skin for a moment until I shrugged my jacket off. By the time it hit the floor, I was reaching for my belt. Her eyes were fixed on my movements, sweet lips slightly parted, and a beautiful flush to her cheeks.
“Please, what, Bubbles? Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she panted as my belt dropped open, and I tugged my white button-down shirt free.
I shook my head and returned my hands to her thighs.
My fingers dug into her skin, and she gasped as her hips tried to move.
Her hands fisted in the sheets, her eyes were glazed with desire as my gaze traveled down her body.
I took a mental image of every curve and dip, including the way her at one time modest blue skirt rode up indecently around her waist. My view still partially hindered by the fabric, my fingers slid higher until I could grip that glorious place where her hips met her thighs and her ass curved.
“I need more than that. Give me specifics, baby girl. What part of me do you want?” Her eyes fluttered as I flipped her skirt up, exposing the warmth between her legs to the cooler air around us.
I groaned and dropped my head back to the ceiling as I took a deep breath.
“Because I know I want this pussy wrapped around my cock,” I said, reaching forward and ripping a hole in her tights, exposing the lacy, black panties underneath.
She gasped and looked down but didn’t fight me. Her head dropped back on the bed, and I watched her throat bob as she swallowed. After a few hours together, I could tell she wasn’t as comfortable with dirty talk or expressing her desires as I was.
Which made it all the better when she nervously whispered, “Your cock. I want…your cock.”
Although my pants were unzipped and my belt was hanging open, my erection was still constricted inside my briefs, and just the sound of her cautious, innocent voice made me want to combust. Like she was testing the words on her tongue for the first time, weighing their sound and taste.
I pushed her panties to the side and sucked in a sharp breath. My thumbs parted her bare pussy lips so I could see the dark pink and wet flesh waiting for me. Her swollen clit sat just below a triangle of dark blonde curls, and my mouth watered.
I pressed the bundle of nerves with my thumb, and she cried out into the otherwise silent room. It echoed off the walls, and it was the most goddamn glorious sound I’d ever heard. Eager to watch her reactions and hear her cries over and over again, I rubbed tight circles over her clit.
Her eyes screwed shut, and she gasped as she cried, “Oh my god, yes!” Such a perfect reward. “Please, Beckett—” She realized her mistake immediately, and her eyes popped open.
My thumb stopped moving, and I glanced up at her, quirking one eyebrow in challenge. “What was that, Bubbles? Unless you want to tell me your real name, you should probably call me what we agreed upon.”
She blinked once and nodded.
“You wanna try that again? Who are you begging, baby girl?”
A second passed, then another, and I worried I’d pushed too hard before she surprised me.
“Daddy,” she said quietly, and I couldn’t contain my smile.
My thumb started moving again, and I shoved her legs wider with my opposite hand. The hole I tore in her tights grew wider, exposing her inner thighs.
“Please…Daddy.” Her legs shook, as did her voice, but there was a touch more confidence the second time the word slipped from her lips.
“There you go,” I muttered as my fingers dropped lower and slipped inside her dripping heat. Her body eagerly accepted the intrusion and sucked me in deeper. “That’s my girl. God, your pussy is going to feel so good wrapped around me. Look at how well you’re taking me already.”
Curving my fingers upward, I found her G-spot and massaged it as I pushed my briefs down and let my cock spring free. I wrapped my fist around my shaft and groaned loudly.
I dropped it like my palm had been branded and realized I was going to shoot my load like a teenager if I didn’t stop immediately.
The last thing I wanted to do was stop touching her, but I slowly removed my fingers and strode around the bed to the table next to it.
I chose a condom from the basket on top of it filled with more choices of protection and lube than imaginable.
As I turned back, I noted her eyes on mine, and I touched my fingers to my tongue, sucking her pleasure off the two that were lucky enough to be inside her.
She tasted better than I could have imagined, and I was eager to taste her right from the source. But I don’t think either of us wanted to wait any longer. Especially the way her head was arched back so she could watch my cock bob as I walked back to her.
“See something you like, Bubbles?”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, and the blush on her cheeks slowly grew. She’d left her legs open for me, and I was so focused on the sight that I almost missed the slight nod of her head.
Each step I took, she tracked, and I watched her watch me as I walked closer, ripping open the condom and rolling it on as I went.
“Yes, I see something I like a lot, Daddy.”
A coy smile tilted her lips as I positioned myself between her legs. She knew exactly what that did to me. I’d never imagined being called anything but my name in the bedroom would be so erotic, but hearing it pass between her lips made me question my entire existence.
Pushing her panties to the side, I spit down onto her cunt and lined myself up with her opening.
She got a second, an entire second, to prepare before I slid deep.
One hard thrust, and I was buried inside her.
She nearly screamed and dropped back onto the bed.
“Fuckkk,” I groaned as I squeezed my eyes shut.
She felt glorious, and I had to take a few deep breaths before I began to move.
It was going to be quick, but less than a minute was too quick.
Looking back down at her, I massaged my way up her thighs and wrapped my hands around her hips. I started with easy, slow thrusts. Thrusts that made it easy to learn each other’s bodies. I noted every little reaction, watching her expression morph and her breathing speed up.
When I found a rhythm that had both of us panting—long, deep thrusts that grazed every inch of her cunt—I reached up and tugged down the collar of her shirt, exposing her pretty black bra.
“Show Daddy your pretty tits,” I instructed, and she didn’t hesitate. She shrugged the straps down her arms and tugged the cups until her full breasts sprang free. Her dark pink nipples were hard, and I needed to taste her.
I planted both my elbows next to her head and dipped my mouth lower until I could suck the peak into my mouth. She cried, and her back bowed, shoving her breast into my face. Her pussy constricted my cock, and I could feel the blood surging south.
She was so tight, I struggled to move in and out. The heat of her body against mine, I regretted not getting us both completely naked before we started. I just couldn’t wait. Once she was laid out on the bed in front of me, I had to have her right then.
Fuck, I’d never felt such carnal, all-consuming need.
Her nails scraped down my back and tangled in my hair as I sucked and bit one nipple before moving to the other. I licked around the perimeter and took it between my teeth.
“Oh my—yes!” she cried, and I could feel the telltale flutter of her cunt.
Her muscles started tightening, but I didn’t let up. With my dick thrusting in and out of her, I fucked her hard and deep. My heavy balls slapped her ass, and her ankles locked around my hips.
“Come for me, Bubbles,” I growled against her chest. My hand gripped her hip while the other snaked around her back and tilted her hips up.
Just enough that I could push even deeper.
Her cries were proof enough I’d done just as I wanted as her nails bit into my skin.
I hoped she marked me. I hoped I would wake up the next day with proof of her all over me.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, Daddy!” she cried, and beneath me, her entire body tensed. Her moan broke off into a whimper, and I looked up to watch the pleasure contort her features and whipped across her face.
Her inner walls tightened around me and set off my own orgasm. I was never so quick to the trigger, but I couldn’t help it. She looked like a fucking angel, coming all over me as I pumped into the condom.
We rode out our orgasms together, and I knew I wasn’t near finished. Not even close.
All I wanted was more. So much more.