Wedding Daddy

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

“ D ad, this is Jill, Terry’s sister.” Emma was smiling as she introduced her father to Jill.

“Jill,” he said, calling her name for the first time. He seemed to have gotten over his shock quickly.

“What?” she mumbled, still shell-shocked to see him at her brother’s rehearsal dinner. She jerked back when she saw his hand, and it took her a few seconds to realize he was holding it out to shake hers. Terry nudged her, and she hurriedly grabbed his hand.

“Hi, Mr. Holt,” she said.

“Nice to meet you, Jill. You can call me Bradley,” he replied, his facial expression inscrutable as he held her hands and looked into his eyes.

The handshake was going on for too long, so she snatched her hand back.

Confused by his sister’s behavior, Terry stepped in to save the day. “I was just telling Jill it’s possible you both arrived on the same plane. She missed her original flight and had to book another one.”

“Is that so?” Bradley asked, a gleam appearing in his eyes as he looked at her. “You know it’s smart to be at the airport at least two hours before your flight. How did you get to the airport so late?”

"Who cares?” she bit through gritted teeth, aware he was teasing her.

“Problem with her car,” Terry chimed in again, nudging Jill in the middle of her back a second time.

She cleared her throat and plastered a smile on her face. “Yes, I had a problem with my car on my way to the airport. Silly me for thinking that the car I’ve been driving for weeks without any problems would not disappoint me at a crucial time,” she said with a sickly sweet smile.

“Happens to the best of us,” he replied without missing a beat. “I hope you found the journey pleasurable and entertaining at least.”

Jill coughed and spluttered, too stunned to think of a reply.

“Not sure how pleasurable she would have found it since she flew economy.” Terry came to her rescue. “Definitely not as comfortable as you would have been in first class.”

“That's a pity,” Bradley said, his gaze still fixed on her. “If I’d known you were on the plane with me, I would have had them bring you up to first class and make sure your flight was as comfortable and as pleasurable as possible...”

“I have to use the bathroom,” Jill squeaked, turning around and walking away before anyone could stop her.

She had no idea where the bathroom was but kept walking until she left the hall. Opening the door to her left, she saw it was a storage room and entered it without thinking. She closed the door behind her and then held her face in her hands as she came to grips with everything that had just happened. She thought she’d seen the last of the stranger from the airport, but not only was he back in her life somehow, it seemed he was going to be in it for good.

Taking several deep breaths to calm her nerves, Jill wondered what she would do about her predicament. She still had an entire rehearsal dinner to get through, which meant being in the same room with him for several hours. Then there was the wedding to think about. She had no idea how she was going to get through it all.

She waited in the closet until her frayed nerves were back, then looked down at her dress to ensure everything was in place before returning to the hall. As she reached for the door, it swung open, and he stood in the doorway.

“There you are,” he said as he stepped into the tiny room, filling it with his aura and shredding her recently regained calm to pieces. “I was looking all over for you.”

“No...” Jill shook her head, trying to wish this reality away. “This can’t be happening. You can’t be here.”

“Yet somehow I am.” He was giving her that slightly disapproving frown again. The same one he’d given her when they first met that had made her mad at him. It was having the same effect now. “Why did you run away at the airport?” he asked.

Jill frowned. “What?”

“At the airport, I told you to wait for me, but when I got out of immigration, you were gone. You ran away from me, Jill.”

She almost groaned when she heard him say her name. He shouldn’t know her name. She shouldn’t be hearing him call her name in that deep voice of his that was somehow always sexy no matter what he said or what mood he was in. Or what mood she was in, for that matter.

“Why did you run?” he asked again.

“Who cares about that?” she cried. “You’re Emma’s father. Terry’s father-in-law... I had sex with my brother’s father-in-law.”

He narrowed his eyes on her. “Not his father-in-law yet, and technically speaking, we didn’t have sex.”

“Not sure this is the right time to be quibbling about the definition of words, Mr. Holt,” she said sarcastically. “You had your hands between my legs. The things I said to you on the plane... Oh my God!” Her face turned red, and she wished the ground would open and swallow her. The room suddenly felt too small, and she tried to move around, groaning when she found no space. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“You still haven’t told me why you ran away,” he said stubbornly with a glint in his eyes. “You made me really mad, Jill. See, my daughter is getting married tomorrow, and that’s all I'm supposed to be thinking about. I should not be thinking about some annoying brat I had fun with on a fucking plane.”

“And that’s why I left,” she retorted. “It was supposed to be fun on the fucking plane and nothing more. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to your daughter’s wedding?” she accused him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming for your brother’s wedding?” he countered.

“I’m sorry, I was too busy trying not to scream and let the whole plane know I was getting finger banged in first class,” she snapped, and they both glared at each other.

“Okay, we’ve got to sort this shit out,” he said after a few seconds. “I’m not letting this mess ruin Emma’s special day.”

“No shit,” She sighed and then groaned as the sound of his voice whispering in her ear as she came played in her head. “Oh my God. I got finger banged on the fucking plane by my own father-in-law.”

“I’m not your father-in-law.”

“Yes, you are. Your daughter is marrying my brother, which makes her my sister-in-law, making you my father-in-law.”

“Not yet. Wedding’s not till tomorrow,” he pointed out. “Everything we did happened before then...”

“That’s right,” she interjected, grateful for the lifeline he was throwing her. “It doesn’t matter because Terry is not married yet. So as long as we both stay far away from each other, we should be fine. I mean that, Mr. Holt...”

“It’s Bradley,” he corrected her with a scowl.

“Just stay away from me for the rest of the night.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” he replied. “I stay away from you, and you don’t have to worry about giving in to any temptation.”

“Me? What about you?”

“Not sure there’s anything to be worried about on my end.”

She glared at him. “I don’t like the way you said that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re acting like nothing will happen tonight because you don’t want it to. Like you’re irresistible or something.”

“I must be to you. Why else did you run away from me at the airport?”

“Maybe I realized I didn’t like you as much as I thought I did,” she countered.

“Bullshit. You were so wet you were practically dripping down my hand, and you spent the rest of the flight talking about all the ways you planned to rock my world.” He stepped up to her, forcing her to tip her head back to look into his eyes. “Just so we’re clear, if I wanted you to drop to your knees right in this closet and suck my cock till I come, you’ll do it.”

Jill gasped and clutched at her chest. Her shock lasted a few moments. The arousal his words evoked was longer and more intense. Not that she was going to let him know that.

“No, I won’t,” she lied. “You don’t get to tell me what to do just because you’re sexy. And a very good kisser. And good with your hands. And great at cuddling...” She paused, not sure where she was going with her statement to begin with. “None of that means anything. I could still say no to you if I wanted to.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, taking another step closer and sucking all the air around her. “Like I said, if I wanted you to fall to your knees and take my cock in your mouth, you’d do it. But I'm not going to. Tonight is Emma’s night, and I don’t want to ruin it. It’s also why you’re not getting spanked right now.”

“What?” she squeaked.

“That’s right. I should be spanking you right now for running away at the airport, Jill. Or have you forgotten what I said I'd do if you did something I don’t like? Hell, right now, it’s hard not to bend you over that table and give you the spanking you deserve.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, her eyes flashing with indignation. One look at him and Jill knew he would not only do it but that she would probably enjoy it more than she should. “You wouldn’t dare spank me at the rehearsal for your daughter’s wedding,” she quickly added, grateful when it did the trick.

“Fine,” he said. “As long as you stay as far away from me as possible, we should be fine.”

She growled at him under her breath but said nothing.

“You should probably head back inside before your brother gets worried and starts looking for you. The last thing you want is for him to find us both in this tiny closet.”

“Why should I be the one to leave first?” she countered stubbornly. “I was here first. You should leave.”

“I would, but it’s going to take a few minutes before I’m back to normal.”

Jill frowned. “Normal...” Her gaze dropped, and her eyes widened when she saw the size of the tent his erection had made in his pants. “Oh my...”

“Jill,” Bradley said in a tortured voice, “you’ve got about ten seconds to leave this closet, or I won’t be held responsible for what I do to you.”

She stayed frozen in shock for a few seconds before turning and fleeing for her life.

Jill ended up having a good time at the rehearsal dinner. Her brother had always been the fun-loving, life-of-the-party type, and it seemed he’d met a perfect match in Emma. Emma's warm laughter and easygoing nature complemented her brother's exuberance perfectly.

The two lit up the room, making everyone feel at ease and part of the celebration. She watched her brother and Emma share a dance, their happiness radiating in every step they took. It was clear to everyone present that they were deeply in love. As the night went on, Jill found herself mingling with friends and family, and enjoying the delicious food and heartfelt toasts. She was asked to dance a few times, and she accepted two of those requests, letting her hair down like she’d promised herself she would do and giving herself a chance to enjoy the moment.

But in everything she did, she remained acutely aware of his presence in the room with her. Even though he’d kept to his agreement and stayed as far away from her as possible, she could still hear his laughter all the way across the room and see him standing next to Emma like the proud father he was every time she raised her head.

He seemed to have put his grumpy attitude on hold for Emma’s sake and was all smiles as he mingled with the guests. It did something to her; that smile. Made her wish she could get him to be that happy. Although she had no idea what she could give him that would make him happier than seeing his daughter marry the love of her life.

Every few minutes, their eyes would meet across the room, and she would feel that magnetic pull that made her brain go haywire and make her pussy throb between her legs. And the longer she stayed away from him, the harder it was. She wanted to fuck him. There was no question about that, and reminding herself how inappropriate it was to think these things about her future father-in-law wasn’t helping.

This wasn’t enough to ruin her experience at the dinner, though, and she still had a great time. When she was ready to leave, she said goodbye to the lovely couple and promised to be down bright and early the following morning. Emma had asked Jill if she wanted to be an unofficial member of the bridal party, and she was thrilled by the honor. It meant an early night so she could wake up early to help her new sister-in-law prepare for her special day.

The elevator doors were closing as she walked up to it, and she yelled at whoever was in there to hold it for her. Running the rest of the way, she came to a stop at the elevators and froze when she found herself standing face-to-face with him. She contemplated the wisdom of being in such a small space with him for a moment and considered waiting for the next elevator.

“In or out?” he asked with one corner of his lips raised in a smirk. “You can’t stay on the fence forever.”

Jill took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator. Mostly because she didn’t want him to think she feared being alone with him. After all, they were only going to be spending a few minutes, if that, together.

“What floor are you on?” he asked as he hit the button to close the elevator doors.

She told him and watched him press the button for her floor. Her eyes went to the only other lit button on the panel. “Executive suite. Why am I not surprised?” she sneered. “I still can’t believe you told me you were a mechanic.”

“Never told you that. I simply said I worked with cars. You chose to believe that made me a mechanic.”

“You own a fucking car dealership franchise,” she retorted. "That’s like the owner of Wendy’s saying he flips burgers.”

“No, it’s not. We also fix cars at the dealership, and I actually do work with cars. Also, it’s on you for thinking I was just a mechanic. How many mechanics do you know who fly first class?”

“I don’t know how much mechanics get paid, but considering what they charge me every time I take my car to the shop, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to think they can afford a first-class ticket,” she hissed.

“So what, you’re mad at me for having money?”

“No...”

“What are you mad at, then?”

“Who said I was mad?”

“Your tone and the fact that you’re looking at me like you want to rip my head off,” he replied, cool as a cucumber. It made her want to actually rip his head off... or give him head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said and looked away. “It was a nice party tonight,” she said after a few seconds. “You must have spent a fortune on all this.”

“Do you have a problem with that too?”

“No. I think Emma is lucky to have a father like you. She’s amazing, and I figured you can’t be all bad if you raised someone like her.”

“Is that a compliment I hear from you?”

Her lips curled in a small smile. “Maybe it is.” She raised her head and looked at him.

Big mistake. The already small space instantly got smaller, and she struggled to pull air into her lungs. She remembered how good it had felt on the plane falling asleep in his arms, and her bed lost all its appeal. The elevator stopped on her floor, and the doors slid open. She immediately hit the button to close them back, and they continued climbing higher.

He grew still. “Jill, what are you doing?”

She shrugged. “Nothing,” she said as innocently as possible. “Just figured you could do what you did earlier and show me what it feels like to fall asleep in the executive suite.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he replied quietly.

“Why not?” She took a step toward him, a thrill traveling through her when he took a step back. She didn’t stop walking until she was standing right next to him. “I know you want this as much as I do.”

“It doesn’t matter. We both agreed this was wrong.”

“Weird, not wrong...” She looked up at him, her eyes round and wide. “Tell me, if I did not run away at the airport this morning, what would we have done?”

“That was before I found out your brother was marrying my daughter. It doesn’t matter now.”

“You know, technically speaking, you’re not my father-in-law yet.”

“Fuck me,” he groaned. “You can’t do this, Jill. You’re being...”

“What?” she asked breathlessly, leaning toward him so her breasts brushed against his chest. “A bad girl? Are you going to punish me, Da...”

“Don’t you dare complete that sentence,” he growled at her.

“Or what?” she taunted him, pressing a hand against his chest. She had no idea what she was doing. Had never had to seduce a man before and had nothing but instinct to work with. That and a burning arousal that erased every bit of fear and common sense she had left. “You’re going to spank me?”

“You’ll like that, won’t you?” he said, glaring at her.

“As a matter of fact, I would love that very much. And when you’re done, maybe you could do that thing you did with your thumb again. You know, the way you rubbed it against my clit when your fingers...”

“Okay, that’s enough!” He threw himself away from her. “Have you gone mad?”

“Maybe I have,” she said, looking at him. “And if I have, it’s all your fault. I didn’t ask you to help me back at the airport or bring me up to first class with you. I sure as hell didn’t ask you to give me the best fucking orgasm of my life.”

“Like fuck you didn’t,” he hissed at her. “Flirting with me the way you did... The things you said. You practically fell into my lap.”

“And you gave me a taste of something I’ve never had all my life. All I’m saying is we’ve taken a bite from the poisoned tree already. We might as well gorge ourselves while we can still get away with it. It’s not like we’ll be doing anything more than what we’ve already done.”

He raised a brow. “We go down this road, and I promise you we’ll be doing a lot more than that.”

“See, you want this too. Come on, I came here to have a blast, and even though it’s a little fucked up, you’re the one I want to do that with. Even if it’s just for a little while. Besides, don't you want to punish me for running away earlier? I have been a bad girl...”

“Jill...” he warned, his tone menacing and scolding. It turned the heat of arousal into a fiery flame.

“I know you want me,” she said. “I can see it in your eyes. Just because we stayed away from each other doesn’t mean I haven’t spent the whole night thinking of fucking you, and I know you feel the same way too. Don’t think I miss the way you’ve been devouring me all night with those eyes or how jealous you got when I danced with those guys.”

He raised a brow. “Jealous?”

“Don’t try to deny it. I know you were. Don't tell me you’re scared now.”

He looks amused. “And exactly what is it I have to be scared of?”

“I don’t know. You’re kind of old. Maybe you’re scared you won’t be able to keep up with me.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Doesn’t matter if it still works.” The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Jill stepped out and stood in the doorway with one leg still in the elevator. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

"For you to come to your senses.”

“That’s not going to happen. I’ve made up my mind about this, and I’m not changing it, so what do I need to do to get you to stop fighting this? Do you want me to beg? Because I’ll beg. I’ll drop to my knees right now and...”

“Jill...”

“Suck your cock like you want me to.”

“Fuck me,” he muttered, and she could see his defenses start to crumble.

“One night,” she continued. “That’s all I’m asking for. One night and I promise I’ll be your good little girl.”

“You need to stop talking like that or...”

"Or what?” she countered. “What are you going to do? Punish me for being a bad girl, Daddy?”

“That’s it,” he hissed as he stepped out of the elevator and grabbed her hands. He wasted no time, pushing her against the wall, he pressed his lips against hers.

Jill’s hand instinctively went to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his shirt as his kiss sent heat sizzling down her spine. His lips were unrelenting in their onslaught, almost cruel in the way he gave her no chance to recover or find an answer. Big hands held her face still as his tongue went to work in her mouth.

She was helpless to do anything but moan and whimper as he gorged himself on her, lips and tongue stroking along her senses and sending her pussy spilling liquid heat in a rush. She arched into him, surrendering to the feelings, giving herself over to him. She would do anything he wanted her to do now. Was ready to get fucked right then and there…

He pulled back, and Jill cried out in protest. She would have gone after him and dragged his head back so he could continue kissing her, but the look in his eyes stopped her. It was hard to tell if he was aroused or angry. Not that it mattered since it just fueled her desire more, and she felt a rush of wetness coat her already soaked panties.

“Just remember you asked for this,” he said, breathing hard as he looked at her.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time if all you’re going to do is stand out here talking about it,” she countered. Jill had no idea where she found this boldness. “So are you going to fuck me or not.”

There was a shift in his expression, the frustration in his eyes shifting so smoothly she barely had a chance to brace herself before she was hit with a look of desire so potent it made her knees buckle. “Good girls don’t talk like that,” he said, his voice low and smooth as it poured across her skin. “Do I need to teach you how good girls behave?”

“No... Yes...” she stammered. “I don’t know.”

“Come here,” he said, taking her hand and leading her down the corridor. “The first rule of being a good girl is knowing that you’re mine to do with as I please. That means you do what I tell you to, how I tell you to, and when I tell you to.” He got to his door and threw it open, stepping in and stopping in the doorway. “Do you understand?”

Jill hesitated for a moment in the doorway. Then she stepped into his room. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my princess,” he said.

As the door closed behind her, she wondered what she’d gotten into. There was no more time to think because he was pushing her against the door and kissing her until she lost her breath. Drawing the zipper of her dress down, he slid it over her shoulder, and she heard his breath catch as her breasts were uncovered.

“Mr. Holt…” she whispered, fighting to catch her breath as sensations of pleasure whipped through her body with an intensity she had no experience dealing with.

“Call me Daddy,” he growled as he peeled her dress down her body until it was on the floor at her feet.

She stepped away from it and looked up at him, dressed in nothing but her underwear. The look on his face made her pussy throb and gush with liquid heat. His eyes were dark with arousal, his lips fixed in a stern line that she imagined would have some people quaking in their knees. It had her quaking in her knees, but not with fear.

“You shouldn’t have left me at the airport,” he said softly, and it took her a few seconds to remember what she’d done. How could he still be talking about that when she was half naked in front of him, his cock so hard it formed a tent that stood between them. “I should be punishing you, not making you feel good. You don’t deserve to be kissed like this. To take my cock in your mouth like I know you want to…”

Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips hungrily. “You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed. “You want this as much as I do.”

“No, I want it more. But I’ve had a lot of experience denying myself momentary pleasures for greater rewards, and watching you beg for this cock sounds way better than anything I can think of right now.”

“Have you ever considered the possibility that I could wait you out?” she asked, knowing he didn’t buy it for a moment. But she knew how important it was to retain some semblance of control. She couldn’t have him thinking she was completely at his mercy, or an already long night would be even longer. “Maybe I no longer want to fuck you…”

He grabbed her by her hips, pressing his body against hers until her back hit the wall, and there was nowhere to escape to as she felt his thick, hot erection press against her stomach. Her legs turned to jelly, and she almost buckled. His cock was so hard and hot that she nearly believed he truly wanted this more than she did.

“Why punish us both when we can let the past be the past and take from each other what we want?” she said breathlessly. Surely, she could make him see reason. Make him come to his senses before she completely lost hers.

He shook his head. “I think I’ll enjoy watching you beg a whole lot more. First, I’m going to take off everything else you are wearing and then lay you down on that bed and feast on that pretty pussy of yours like I’ve wanted to ever since I got to know how wet you get. Then I’m going to fuck you again, and again, and again…”

Jill shuddered as his voice painted a picture her imagination could barely keep up with. Her juices coated her cunt lips even more, and her breasts swelled until they pressed achingly against the confines of her bra, nipples hard and desperately in need of some attention.

“Not sure what I’ll be begging for if that is your plan for me,” she sneered, gathering enough bravado to mount one final defense.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, you don’t come until I say you can,” he whispered, and she almost cried out in protest. “It doesn’t matter how hard I fuck you or how long I sit between your legs, licking and sucking on that sweet pussy, you’re not to orgasm. I don’t care how good my dick will feel sliding in and out of you and how much you’ll want to when my tongue is licking on that clit. If I don’t give you permission to come, you don’t come.”

“Fuck that. Why the fuck would I do that?” she hissed, shaking her head and placing her hand on his chest to push him away.

Big mistake when her palms made contact with a solid wall of muscle. He was ridiculously fit for someone with a daughter a few years older than her. His eyes flashed with fury, and she remembered what he’d said about good girls and cursing.

“Because I want you to,” he said, leaning down so their faces were only inches apart. “Because you owe me from this morning when you ran away from me. Because you’re my little girl, and that means you do what I say. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

She was nodding before she knew it, her pussy flaming with arousal as she was hit with the dominance in his gaze. Then he said, “That’s my girl,” and she shuddered, moisture gushing insidiously from her pussy, preparing her for what was to come. His hands went to his shirt, and she held her breath as he unbuttoned it.

“Get naked, baby girl,” he said, and she reached behind her, fumbling to get to the hook of her bra. She was shaking too much to get a handle on it, and he was kicking his pants off when she finally managed to get it off. “Look at those beautiful babies,” he drawled in a voice that dripped with seduction.

Blood flushed through her body, sending goose bumps up and down her skin as she looked up to see his eyes blaze with lust and carnal desire. Her gaze dipped farther to the bulge in his crotch, and her throat went dry. His words made her pussy clench fiercely with need, and she decided then and there that she was going to give what he wanted and beg like her life depended on it. It could very well be with the way she was feeling.

She gasped when he picked her up and carried her straight to bed, his gaze dark and determined as he walked with her in his arms. After laying her down on the bed, he got in next to her and propped his head up with one hand while the other pressed against her abdomen.

“I imagined this at the airport, you know,” he said in a soft voice. “You naked in bed with me… The things I was going to do to you. You have no idea how disappointed I was when I came out, and you were gone.” He cupped her breasts, fingers tugging and pulling on her nipple until she moaned out loud and closed her legs tightly, hoping to ease the tension between her thighs just a little.

“Legs wide, baby. Only I get to make you feel good tonight,” he whispered, shifting so he was in between her and keeping her legs as wide as possible. Now both hands were cupping her breasts, tweaking and pulling on her nipples.

She gasped and whimpered at the same time, his touch sending shards of pleasure striking right at her core. Those little fiery pinches of pain carried with them enough pleasure that she felt like she was going to explode from the sensations. So this was her punishment. To be made to feel pleasure so intense it bordered on torture. She watched his head begin to go down toward her breasts and knew if he reached his target, it would ruin any chance of following his instructions.

“I don’t need foreplay.” She gasped, cheeks turning red when he stopped and looked at her. “I’m so fucking wet I don’t need you to kiss me and touch me all over. You can just go right to fucking me… Please, just fuck me…” She sounded desperate and didn’t care. “I swear I won’t mind. I know how you men like to get straight to business.”

His gaze flashed with fury, and she cried out as he twisted her nipple hard enough to hurt. And even with the pain, the thread of pleasure stayed constant. So much so that she almost asked him to do it again.

“That should be the last time you compare me to anyone else you’ve been with,” he growled. “And I’m not doing this for you.” He lowered his head, then stroked his tongue across one nipple slowly. She bit her lower lip to stop from moaning. “You’ll understand if you knew how good you tasted. Makes me wonder how much sweeter you’ll taste when I start eating your pussy.”

Her hips bucked, and a spastic shudder took over her body. His hand slid between their bodies, and she shook as it made its way down, not stopping until it met the thick juice that coated her pussy and dribbled down her thighs. He hissed, and she moaned, her legs falling open to invite him deeper.

“Fuck me,” he growled. “I knew you were going to be fucking wet, but this… Now, all I can think of is tasting you, licking every drop of juice soaking your fucking pussy.”

“What the fuck are you waiting for, then?” she hissed back at him.

“Don’t be a brat,” he snapped, raising his hand and bringing it down on the inside of her thigh. Jill yelled out in pain. “I told you, good girls don’t talk like that.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried out.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked as his hands moved to her sex, fingers brushing through the smooth curls that led the way to the glistening pink lips of her pussy.

“Yes,” she moaned, jerking in response as his thumb stroked over her clit.

“Then show me that you deserve to get fucked by me.”

“I’ll do anything you want,” she whispered, eyes hooded as she raised herself on her elbow and watched him move down her body.

She felt the heat of his breath fan against her pussy, and her toes curled.

“Remember our deal. You don’t come until I tell you to.” Before she could reconsider her choice, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue through the dripping wet slit of her pussy. Jill cried out, her back rising from the bed as she thrust her crotch toward his mouth.

Immediately, she wanted more. She needed more than he was giving her and was prepared to fight to get it. His hands on her hips pinned her down as he continued to sip at her pussy, lips and tongue cleaning every drop of liquid arousal around her sex but somehow missing the very place she needed him to focus on.

“Please,” she said, forgetting her earlier decision. “Stop teasing me.”

His tongue teased the engorged nub of her throbbing clit, licking over and around it before dipping lower. It was intentional and cruel, and she couldn’t get enough of it as his lips and tongue licked a circle around the sensitive entrance to her pussy. Every time she raised her hips to meet him or tried to position herself so he touched where she needed him to, he would stop, leaving her stuck in limbo for a few seconds as she prayed for him to continue.

“Please,” she tried again, tears almost in her eyes. “You asked me to beg, so I’m begging.”

He raised his head and looked at her. “Not asking for the right thing will get you nothing, baby.”

“But I am,” she cried out.

“Say it. Say what you really want, baby.”

“I want you. Licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. Please, eat my pussy,” she begged shamelessly. “Please, Daddy…”

She heard a growl rumble in his chest an instant before his lips covered the throbbing nub between the sensitive folds of her pussy, and she screamed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and licked it with his tongue. Pleasure exploded inside her. Brilliant shards of white-hot lightning sizzled over her nerve endings and burned through her flesh. Her clitoris swelled beneath the assault, her body tightened, and she held her breath as his tongue and lips sucked and kissed her pussy.

Dazed pleasure filled her, and the world narrowed itself to nothing but his touch, to his mouth, his tongue. To the incredible sensations racing through her with a speed that had her gasping for breath. And that was when she realized she’d made a huge mistake because this path led her only to one place. The very place he’d forbade her to go without his permission.

Yet Jill knew asking him to let her come was the same as denying herself of this pleasure. And she would explode if she had to endure this one second more than she needed to. Panting for breath, she tried to move her hips against his tongue, trying to reach the pinnacle of pleasure she could feel waiting for her. But his hands were firm now, demanding. They gripped her hips and held her in place, restraining her above him as he drove her rapidly insane with each kiss, each lick.

She clawed at the sheets beneath her, her legs jerking and kicking as she fought to spur him harder and get him to push her over the cliff. He took her to the very edge, then left her hanging over it for a second as he pressed his tongue deep in her pussy, licking against her walls. And for a moment, it felt like she’d arrived. Like nothing could stop her orgasm. Then he pulled back, and Jill’s eyes fell open, her mouth wide with a scream of protest.

“Told you,” he said as he straddled her. “You don’t come until I say you do.”

Her first instinct was to slide her hand between her legs and finish the job herself before she lost all the momentum, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them down. And when she bucked and tried to throw him off, he used his body to pin her down. Then he was moving quickly up her body, one hand tugging on his briefs, and before she could protest, his cock was out and pressing against her lips.

She gasped, shocked by the sheer size of his male member. Taking the opportunity, he slid it into her mouth, and she gagged.

“That’s it,” he growled, one hand cradling her head and the other still holding her hands down.

But Jill was done fighting. She had other things on her mind, and she moaned hungrily in her throat as she took him even deeper in her mouth. As deep as she could. It left quite a few inches left, and she fought with him to get her hand free so she could close it around the base of his erection.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, grabbing her head to slow her down.

But she would not be stopped, and using her whole weight, she pushed him back so he was on his back on the bed. Her mouth covered the bulging head of his erection, and she began to suck and stroke him at the same time. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Moaning around the thick shaft, she took him deeper into her mouth.

“Easy, baby,” he crooned, one hand clenching a fistful of her hair as his hips thrust into her mouth. “Make it wet for me, baby. Just like that…” He sighed as she made her mouth wet for him, slurping and sucking on his erection with an innocence that made him even harder. “There you go, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Just like that. Suck it slow and easy. Just like I intend to fuck you. Slow and easy, baby.”

Jill moaned as his fingers tightened in her hair. More than the cock brushing against the back of her throat or his grip on her hair, his words drove her the wildest. To be seen as an object of desire by him was an honor, and she trembled at how tender he sounded, even while saying the most explicit thing to her.

It was like being coached by a master, and she was a ready student.

“See how fucking sexy you look with your mouth wrapped around my cock like that,” he crooned, voice smoother than butter and deeper than the oceans. “You want me to come in your mouth, don’t you? Good little girl like you wants to taste Daddy’s cum, don’t you?”

She shuddered, moaning as she sucked even harder, the grip on his shaft tightening and her mouth growing wetter for him. She was wet herself, her pussy back to coating itself in readiness for him again. It was tempting to free one hand and stroke herself, touch her pussy as she sucked his cock. But the words he was saying made her want to focus on giving him pleasure. It felt good to hear him groan and grunt as he pushed himself inside her mouth, his cock so hard and hot it was like heated iron.

“Yeah, suck it harder, baby,” he whispered as she began to do just that. “Make that cock come, baby girl, so I can fill your mouth. And you’ll swallow it too. I bet you’ll swallow every drop of it.”

He was fucking her mouth now. Her hands gripped his cock as she moaned around his flesh, licking him, suckling at him as he fucked her, his cock tightening, throbbing. His hands clenched around the strands of hair he held captive, holding her in place, watching her glistening mouth take him with each stroke.

Suddenly, he pulled back, gripping his cock in one hand and holding her by the hair with the other. Jill cried out, looking confused as she stared hungrily at his cock. He gave her no time to think before he pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs wide. Yet again, he denied her something she wanted. But it didn’t matter because his cock nudged at her entrance, sliding against the wet folds of her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, her head falling back as his throbbing flesh caressed and stroked her clit. “Please, don’t tease me this time. I don’t think I can take it.”

“You’ll take it if I decide you will,” he drawled, hips shifting as he gripped his erection and tapped it against her clit.

Jill’s body was ravaged with such intense need she felt like she would die from it. Reaching up, she pressed her hand against his body, exploring his skin with her touch as she begged in whimpers and moans. Looking down, she caught a glimpse of his cock, wet and shiny with her glistening juices.

Then he scrambled for the nightstand, and when he returned, it was with a pack of condoms. He tore it open, pulled out one of the shiny foils, and in no time at all had his cock gloved. She closed her eyes when he resumed his place between her legs, cock pressing against the same place.

“Look at me when I take you,” he whispered, and she opened her eyes. “Feel that?” he asked as he pressed into her, the thickness of his cock spreading her pussy. He was bigger than she’d ever had, almost too big for her. The heavy stretching sensation was a burning, pulling pleasure that stole her breath as he worked the crest of his erection in and out, opening her slowly.

She could feel his cock throbbing. The head was so thick, so heavy inside her, stretching the tender tissue as explosions of color ruptured behind her closed lashes. She tried to move beneath him, to press closer. She wanted it done. She wanted to be full of him, possessed by him. "Easy, baby girl," he whispered roughly in her ear. "Can’t rush this part. Got to be slow and easy."

This was going to be the death of her. "I don’t want slow and easy," she cried out breathlessly. "I want you to give me that cock and fuck me.”

She tightened her muscles on him, heard his ragged groan, and moaned in rising ecstasy. She tightened again, trying to draw him deeper, to force him into taking her. Waiting wasn't what she wanted. She could see him fight to keep the same pace and decided she was done waiting. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she thrust upward, burying his cock almost all the way in.

Jill screamed. There was pain, but it blended with the pleasure, drawing her on a rack of such blinding sensation that she couldn't make sense of it. It went beyond pleasure. It went beyond anything she could have expected. The delicate muscles of her pussy clenched and rippled around him, stretched tight, exposing hidden nerve endings that rioted with the feel of his cock throbbing against them.

He cursed and held himself as still as he could, but she wanted him to move.

“Now,” she hissed. “Please, Daddy, now. I need it, or I’ll die.”

“My sweet baby girl,” he whispered, hips already moving.

His cock drew back, then pushed forward in a long, slow thrust that dragged a wail from her lips. She could feel every inch of him burrowing inside her. The thick crest parted hungry tissue. Heavy veins throbbed with heat and hunger. And as he slid to the hilt once again, his control seemed to shatter.

“Yes, Daddy,” she cried as he held her down and fucked her hard. “Fuck me like that, Daddy. It feels good when you fuck me like that.”

His hand gripped her thigh and lifted it, exposing more of her as he began to thrust inside her. Plunging deep and hard, he moved his hips in rhythm with a power that stole any ability to think. Her fingers dug into the bed as he held her restrained beneath him. She should have fought the control, but the rising sensations building, burning, inside her were too intense. She could do nothing but feel. And the feelings were so intense, so shattering. His cock shafted inside her, almost bruising in its girth and searing in its pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” she cried, writhing and bucking as he fucked her. “Please, let me come.”

“Promise you’ll be a good girl for me,” he snarled.

“I’ll be a good girl for you,” she moaned out loud.

“Louder,” he growled as he fucked her harder.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, Daddy,” she screamed. “I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

“Then come for me,” he whispered, and she shattered. A blinding orgasm ripped through her body until it felt like she’d lost her mind. “One more,” he said, gritting his teeth as he continued to fuck her. “Let me feel that pussy stroke my cock as you come one more time.”

A thin wail left her lips as he began thrusting inside her again. Hard and deep. His hips set up a powerful rhythm that she knew neither of them could deny for long. He gripped her hip, holding her to the bed as he began to move harder, faster. Pleasure was like a fire burning inside her now, each stroke pushing the flames higher—the weight of his sweet flesh inside her, the driving heat, her cries.

He felt it rising inside her. Her body began to tense as his hand slid between her thighs from the front, his fingers finding her swollen little clit and stroking, massaging, as his thrusts increased. When she came, there was no stopping his own release. He swore she dragged his soul from his body through the hard, jetting pulses of his semen into the condom.

A few moments later, Jill was still catching her breath when she felt his arms envelop her and pull her close.

“That’s my good girl,” he said softly, and she smiled as she snuggled closer to him.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Now, I’m going to give you a few minutes to catch your breath, and then we’re going for round two.”

Her eyes widened. “You mean it’s not over yet?” she asked, suddenly finding a second wind of strength out of nowhere.

“We only have one night, baby girl, so I plan on taking full advantage of it,” he said, pulling her close and kissing her neck and face even as she could feel his cock start to get hard again. “The best part is, this time, you get to come as many times as you want.”

The look in his eyes almost made her come right there and then. Then he proceeded to actually make her come with his hands and mouth, with his cock, fucking her all night and showing her in a dozen ways how he could take care of her.