Wedding Daddy

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

E mma and Terry had a beautiful wedding. The weather was perfect, and somehow everything seemed to go right for the young couple. Not even the ring bearer getting distracted and wandering off his path could ruin the ceremony. If anything, it added to the charm of an already lovely event, and everyone laughed at the incident.

The ceremony had several touching moments, and Jill had to wipe tears from her eyes as she watched Bradley give his daughter away. That morning, he’d woken her up to go get ready to join Emma and her bridal train, but they had somehow ended up having sex again, and she’d been a few minutes late.

They did a good job of pretending things were normal, but every once in a while, their eyes would meet, and she would have to fight the urge to giggle or laugh. Once, she coughed during the ceremony, and he gave her a look that made her know that if they were alone, she would have gotten a good spanking from him.

After they exchanged vows and the minister blessed the union, the crowd moved to the reception hall, and the fun continued. Jill had a grand time as she mingled with the guests and danced with the bride and her bridesmaids. Later, Jill sat down at her table, catching her breath and savoring a piece of the delicious wedding cake as she watched the others continue to dance.

Twice, she was approached by different men asking her to join them for a dance, but she turned them down graciously. She was chatting excitedly with one of Emma’s friends when she felt a presence behind her and tensed. She didn’t need to hear his voice to know it was him. Then he spoke, and she still felt that shock to her senses she was supposed to be used to by now.

“Hi,” he said, and she slowly turned around. Just when she was starting to think they could make it through the ceremony without exposing themselves, he decided to get them both in trouble. Didn’t he know she couldn’t think straight when he was this close to her?

“Hello, Mr. Holt,” she replied, proud of herself for sounding so calm when every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked, holding out a hand.

Jill swallowed as visions of the things those fingers had done to her the night before flashed in her mind. She wondered what game he was playing here. Was this punishment for something she’d done, or was it something else?

“You can go ahead,” the girl she was talking to said, assuming Jill hesitated because she didn’t want to be rude.

“Come on,” Bradley said, an easy smile on his face. “I promise I won’t bite.”

Looking at him, she placed her hand in his and let him walk her to the dance floor. He placed his other arm on her waist, keeping it high enough that it wouldn’t draw any suspicion from the audience around them.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as they started to sway to the music.

“Dancing with you,” he replied with a grin.

“This is not funny, Bradley.”

“Oh, so it’s Bradley now. I thought it was Mr. Holt. Of course, I’ve grown rather fond of you calling me Daddy.”

Jill coughed and lurched forward. His arms around her kept her from falling, and he resumed dancing smoothly.

“Are you crazy?”

“I must be,” he said. “I’m dancing with my son-in-law’s sister and thinking about all the ways I want to peel that dress off her and…”

“Don’t,” she whispered fiercely.

“Don’t what?” he asked innocently.

“You know what,” she replied. “It’s your daughter’s wedding, for fuck’s sake.”

“Fine, I’ll stop, but not because of the trick you tried to pull off there.”

Jill sighed and allowed him to take the lead as they continued dancing.

“So what do you think about the ceremony?” he asked after a few seconds.

“It was amazing,” she replied, glad they were finally discussing something appropriate.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He grinned widely. “I’ll have to say, I’m glad my daughter married your brother. I can’t remember when I’ve ever seen her so happy.”

“I know. For a moment, I thought you were going to shed a tear during the ceremony.”

“I did,” he said. “It’s so beautiful seeing people in love, isn’t it?”

“So I’ve heard.” She looked at him. “I’m guessing you know what that feels like.”

He nodded. “Emma’s mother was the love of my life. She was the best thing to ever happen to me, and I wouldn’t be who I am today without her.”

“Do you think you’ll ever love someone like that again?”

He shrugged. “I don’t really think about it. Got enough to worry about.”

She wasn’t sure what answer she was expecting, but she felt a little disappointed. “So are you leaving with them tomorrow?” she asked, shaking off her discontent.

“No. I’ll see them off and then fly back home in the evening. What about you?”

“Still got my hotel room for the rest of the week,” she replied. “I plan to enjoy this as much as I can. I don’t know when I’ll get another chance like this.”

“That’s smart. Well, if you’re going to be here for a few days, you should consider visiting the Salerno Cathedral. I hear it’s really nice.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She wondered why he didn’t seem even the tiniest bit sad that he was leaving. Even though they’d both agreed that this was nothing serious from the onset, the thought of him leaving her made her unhappy.

“Have you decided on what you’re going to do when you get home?” he asked a few seconds later, still dancing with her. “Is it going to be school or one of the job offers you got?”

Jill realized he knew too much about her, more than she would have felt comfortable telling a stranger she had just met two days before. Thinking about it, she realized that when they were not fucking, they were talking. And she did most of the speaking. He was just so easy to talk to and always knew the right thing to say to make her feel good.

“Not really,” she replied. “I just don’t know what the best choice is.”

“Who cares what the best choice is? What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know that either.”

“Yes, you do.”

She raised a brow. “Really? Then tell me what I want to do since you know so much about me?”

“No backtalk, Jill,” he scolded her, and her frown deepened. Even as a flush crept up her neck and she felt her nipples harden. “And yes, you know what you want to do. You’re just scared to do it.”

“Me? Scared?” She snorted. “I bet you didn’t think I was scared when I seduced you last night.”

“Is that what we’re going with?” He smiled softly at her. It was a reassuring smile, and she moved a little closer to him, instinctively reaching for the comfort she knew he was capable of. “I know you’re scared,” he continued, “and it’s okay to be. As long as you make sure you don’t let it stop you from what you really want.”

“I know what I want,” she replied, speaking softly and gazing into his eyes. “I want you to wrap your hand around my throat like you did last night and fuck me until I?—”

“Don’t be immature.” He stopped her without missing a beat.

But Jill was not ready to let go. “You know we can?—”

“No.”

She pouted at him. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I don’t need to.”

“Don’t lie, you’re thinking about it too.”

“Not the point. We both agreed last night would be the last time we messed around.”

“Well, I thought one night would be enough to get you out of my system, but I think it made it worse.” She moved close to him as they continued to slow dance to the music. “Now, I’m thinking, who says we have to stop.”

“You know why.”

“It makes no sense,” she said, keeping her voice down even as she sounded indignant. “We’re both adults. Why should we care what anyone thinks about us fucking?—”

“Jill,” he warned her.

“What if your daughter wasn’t marrying my brother?” she asked, hearing how desperate she sounded but way past caring. “I bet you wouldn’t have a problem with it then. Hell, we’ll probably be in your room right now, fucking.”

“Stop this!” he hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear her.

She didn’t care. No one existed in the world but the two of them. He was all she could think about, and she let her imagination run wild. “You’ll call me your princess and make me feel really good,” she continued, smiling up at him as they danced to a slow-tempo song. The type of song babies were made to. “You’ll eat my pussy. I know how much you love that. The sounds you make when you’ve got your head between my legs…” She shivered.

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“And whose fault is that? Who held me down and fucked me until I shed tears last night? Who held me in his arms and cradled me to sleep, then woke me this morning and slid back inside me like he never left.”

“Jill…”

“These are not fantasies, Bradley. You did this to me, so how can you blame me if the fantasies no longer feel enough? How can I help wanting you the way I want you?”

“What do you want from me?”

“You know what I want? To suck your cock until you explode in my mouth and your cum paints my lips. You know, just like you did to me last night.”

He stopped dancing, and she wondered if she’d gone too far. Then she realized the music had stopped playing and everyone was leaving the dance floor.

“Jill,” he called her name one time, and her pussy clenched in arousal.

“It’s okay,” she said with a small smile. “We agreed that last night would be the last time. I mean, you’re my father-in-law now.”

“It’s not just that,” he said, an edge of frustration in his voice. “You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. This was supposed to be something fun and quick. It wasn’t supposed to go on for this long. I’m too old for you, Jill.”

“Didn’t matter last night,” she reminded him. “Besides, I don’t care that you’re older than I am. I love it.”

“Easy for you to say, but it’s not that simple.”

“I know,” she said quietly. Clearing her throat, she took a step back. “I think I’m done here for tonight. I’m going back to my hotel room.”

“You don’t have to leave on my account.”

“That’s not why I’m leaving… Fine, maybe it has something to do with that. But I really am going to be alright.” She smiled brightly. “Thank you for the best two days of my life. I’ll cherish these memories forever.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed with concern.

Jill grinned at him. “I was fine before you came into my life, Bradley. I’ll be fine after you leave.” Even if her life was never going to be the same.

Stepping forward, she hugged him before turning around and heading toward Terry and Emma to say her goodbyes to them.

“You’re leaving already?” Emma said, sad to see her go.

Jill claimed she had a headache and congratulated the newlywed couple once more before leaving. Her brother walked with her to the door.

“It was a lovely ceremony,” she said to him.

“Yes, it was,” he replied, grinning widely. “Can you believe I’m married?”

She grinned back at him. “Honestly, no. It all feels so surreal. I always figured you to be the type to play the field before settling down at thirty-five or something. Then I saw you with Emma and knew your bachelor days were numbered.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re here, Jill. Today wouldn’t be as special as it is without you.”

“I’m glad I made it too,” she replied, patting his arm in comfort.

“And I know Dad couldn’t make it today…”

“Yes, he did,” she interrupted him. “Remember what you told me on my graduation day when I started crying about him not being there.”

He nodded. “I remember…”

“You said Dad wanted to watch me graduate from college too much to miss it for any reason. You told me he was in heaven, sitting in front of a big TV screen, watching his daughter graduate from college. I think he wouldn’t miss your wedding for any reason either.”

“I know. Thanks, Jill.” He grinned at her. “I’m glad to see you’re finally getting along with Bradley. For a moment there, I was worried that would be a problem.”

She looked at Bradley across the room. He was talking to someone but seemed to sense her eyes on him because he raised his head and looked straight at her. She held his gaze for a second before looking away.

“Yes, it’s great we get along now. How early are you leaving for your honeymoon tomorrow?”

“Not too early,” he said. “Our flight doesn’t leave till noon.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in the morning, then.”

“Yes.”

They continued talking for a few minutes before she said one last good night and walked out of the hall. As she walked to the elevator, she realized she was going to a cold, empty room alone, leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Changing direction, she made her way to the swimming pool.

She sat on the edge and watched everyone having a good time. She even saw a few couples making out in the shadows. She had been looking forward to this for weeks, but now they all paled in comparison to the one night she spent with him, and Jill worried she’d ruined her vacation. She stayed by the pool for almost an hour before heading back inside.

The door swung open as she walked toward the elevator, and Bradley stepped off, looking frustrated. He stopped when he saw her and scowled.

“Where have you been?” he growled. “I’ve looked for you everywhere.”

His sense of urgency worried her. “What happened?” she asked, already panicking.

“What do you think?” he hissed. “You wouldn’t stop talking, and now all I can think of are those things you said. It’s like you’re in my head, and there is only one way I can think to get you out.”

He sounded so frustrated she couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to know she had not been the only one suffering. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the elevator.

“I still think this is a terrible idea,” he said as the elevator door closed. “But I can’t think of anything else to quench this thirst I have for you.”

She smiled up at him. “Then I guess you better start drinking. God knows I’m parched.”

Groaning, he pushed her against the elevator wall and kissed her. “Where do you want to go? Your room is closer.”

They looked at each other and arrived at a decision. A few minutes later, Bradley pulled her into his suite and resumed kissing her. It drove her wild the way he kissed her, hands roaming around her body like it wasn’t enough that his tongue was plundering her mouth with such exquisite finesse. Like he needed to claim every part of her… again. He already owned so much of her it was not hard to surrender everything else.

Pushing away from him, she leaned against the door and stared at the thick bulge in his pants. He was breathing hard, gaze dark with arousal as he looked at her.

“What’s going through that naughty little head of yours?” he asked, his voice so rough and hard with male heat that it sounded like he was growling at her.

What was going through her head? Like he didn’t know exactly what she wanted from him, even when she didn’t. “Your cock,” she said unabashedly. The time for modesty was long past and if she was honest, it never existed with him. From the moment she laid her eyes on him, they were destined to end at this very moment. “I want it in my mouth,” she finished, licking her lower lip hungrily.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded. “Then come to bed, baby…”

She shook her head. “Too far,” she said even though the bed was not more than a few feet away. “I want you right now… Right here…”

He moved closer then, his body growing impossibly large until he loomed over her. “What else do you want?” he asked, one hand reaching up to cradle her face. “How do you want me to fuck you tonight?”

That touch, so tender and gentle, had her body trembling with arousal as her heart beat wildly in her chest. She prayed she wasn’t falling in love with him. That would be a very stupid thing to do, but it was hard not to wonder if the reason her body was so utterly subject to his desire was that he’d carved a place in her beating chest.

“In my mouth first. I want your cock in my mouth just like you promised me.”

“You’ve already had my cock in your mouth, baby,” he reminded her.

“Not like that,” she whispered. “I want it like you promised in the closet. Remember when you said you’ll make me go to my knees and suck your cock till you come in my mouth.”

He was breathing hard now, broad chest rising and falling as he looked at her. “You know I really wanted to make you do that, right? My cock was so fucking hard I was worried it wouldn’t go down in time to go back to the rehearsal. For a moment, I considered making you suck it just so I could feel some relief.”

“I would have,” she said immediately.

He chuckled. “No, you wouldn’t have. You were so intent on proving you could resist me that I knew it would take some effort to make you do it.”

“No, it wouldn’t have,” she whispered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m pretty helpless when it comes to resisting you. I imagined it, you know,” she continued, placing her hand on his chest as she looked up at him. “The way you’ll push me to my knees and then pull your cock out.” Her voice was ragged, her eyes wild, and her pussy wet. “You’ll grab my hair and feed it to me, fucking my mouth until you fill it with your…”

He grabbed her hair, sliding one hand up her neck and pulling on her dark locks. Lust unlike anything she’d ever known slammed into her guts. It raced through her system, sending arousal arcing through her with such force it felt like she was on fire. Her pussy throbbed, but it was the itch in her throat she was desperate to scratch.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered. “You’re playing a game I’m not sure you’re ready for.”

“Try me,” she snapped.

He turned her around and pushed her against the door. Then she felt his throbbing cock as he pressed his crotch against her. One hand held her wrists, and a few seconds later, she felt his belt loop around her wrists. He tightened and secured it, making sure her hand stayed back until he decided.

“I keep telling myself you’re far too young for me,” he drawled, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. “Too innocent for what I want to do, then I see your face and hear you talk and wonder if you have any idea what you’re asking for.”

Her eyes sparkled, and she panted as she looked back at him, tongue stroking over her lips in a gesture that was not meant to be sexual but made the cock pressed against her ass jump.

“How can you know how much I can take when you won’t test me?”

“Fuck me,” he muttered, and she heard the rasp of his zipper.

When he turned her around, she gasped at the sight of his cock. It was violently engorged, his male member so fiercely swollen she could see the veins that ran down his shaft up to the smooth purple bulb of his crown.

“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he growled, his hand tightening as he held her hair, turned her, and pressed her down.

Wild, wanton, she went to her knees, staring up at him, her eyes flashing with color, darker green and lighter green swirling together in an incredible hue as the pupils dilated. He held the shaft of his cock in his hand, pressing it against his lower stomach as she licked her lips. Eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, he used the hold he had on her hair to pull her to his tortured ball sac.

“Lick my balls. Suck them. Nice and easy, baby.”

She wasted no time in doing that and heard him growl in pleasure, his hips thrusting forward. Looking up at him, she swirled her tongue around the throbbing flesh before drawing one of the huge tortured spheres into her mouth. He hissed, the hand in her hair tightening. She winced in pain but didn’t let go and pulled the other ball in her mouth, licking and sucking on one and then the other.

His head fell back as she caressed, licked, and kissed his tortured balls. And when he could not take it anymore, he pulled her head back. “Open your mouth, baby girl,” he whispered roughly. “Take Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

Her pussy pulsed and gushed with a flood of wetness. It was one thing to see how he reacted when she called him Daddy, but hearing the endearment from his lips drove her wild, and her pupils dilated as she spread her pink lips and took him in her mouth. With her hands tied behind her, she was at his mercy, unable to do anything but what he wanted. He gripped his shaft, sliding the head of his cock between her lips, and then let her lick it with her tongue. She curled her tongue beneath the sensitive spot underneath the head, rubbing and licking at it.

“You fucking minx.” His jaw tightened as he pulled back. “Easy now, or you’ll find yourself with a mouth full of cum before either of us can enjoy this.” He tucked the dark, engorged crown between her lips and pressed inside. “Slow and easy,” he whispered. “I want to watch you suck this dick into your mouth.”

The way he said the words, so gentle and easy. Like a coach training his star player. A teacher teaching a student. Her daddy showing his little girl the ropes. There was an air of innocence and fragility to it, and it blew her mind to hear him groan and grunt. Her mouth tightened on the swollen crown, and she sucked with wicked, sensual pleasure. She took him deep, working her tongue over him until she could feel the head of his cock brush the back of her mouth.

“How the hell did you get better since last night,” he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he moved her head on his cock. “I could have sworn you could barely take half of it, but now you’ve got almost all of it down your throat. Flatten your tongue, baby,” he coached her. “Think of it like a red carpet in your mouth for my cock. And breathe in… That’s it. Keep sucking baby…”

He pushed in deeper, and she took him, her eyes widening as she tried to breathe around the thick stalk filling her mouth.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he said as he thrust into her mouth, cock sliding down her throat. She gagged and choked when he pulled out, tears running down her cheeks. Then she was moving forward, hungrily seeking his cock again with her mouth. “Breath and swallow this time, baby,” he said as he gave her what she wanted and pushed his erection back between her lips.

Jill’s eyes watered as he took her mouth again, a deep rumbling escaping from his chest as she followed his orders and took all of him in so he was buried balls deep in her mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, grabbing her hair with one hand and her throat with the other as he began to fuck her mouth. “Look at how wet you’ve got Daddy’s cock. See how easy you take it… Like you were born for this.”

He was driving her crazy, manipulating her like a puppet as he got her to bow to his whims and desires. And she loved every moment of it. Her pussy was so wet it dripped down her thighs, and she would happily suck his cock forever if she could.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned, still fucking her throat, his balls heavy and pulsing, swinging against her face. “I’m so close, and I want to watch you swallow this cum, baby. I want to see it shoot down your throat…”

He sank in again, and when she swallowed, he let go. Stroking the shaft of his cock, he pulled her head back, watched, and couldn’t hold back the throttled yell that tore from his throat.

“Fuck yes. Take it, Princess. All of it.” He watched each spurt of his seed fill her mouth as tears rolled from her eyes. “Now suck. Swallow me, baby. Swallow all of me.” He pushed the head of his cock past her lips again and gave one last pulse of release as she swallowed, sucked, and moaned around the sensitive crown, and tore another groan from him.

As soon as the last drop of cum was spilled, he didn’t give her time to catch her breath before he grabbed her by the waist and carried her to the couch in the corner. Pushing her to her knees and pressing her shoulders against the back of the couch, he left her hands tied and stepped up against her. He threw her dress over her ass, shifted her panties to the side, and slid his still hard cock between the soaking wet lips of her pussy.

Jill cried out, feeling every ripple as he pressed inside her tight pussy.

“Yes, baby,” he whispered in her ear, working himself deeper and deeper until every cell in her body caught on fire, and he was balls deep inside her. “Sweet baby girl. God, I love his. The way your pussy milks my cock is so fucking hot.”

Jill drifted in a haze of pleasure and need. Her pussy throbbed, flexed. Her clit was tortured. Behind her, he held the belt with one hand as she felt the fingers of the other slide around her hip, pushing between her thighs.

“Poor little clit,” he groaned. “Poor sweet pussy. What do you need, Princess? Slow and easy? Or hard? Fast? Do you want me to pound this pussy or would you rather I fuck you slow and gently?”

She shook her head. How the hell did he expect her to decide when she could barely think with his cock stroking the inside of her cunt? How could she tell him she wanted both? She wanted it all. Her head hung over the back of the chair as she panted, just trying to breathe through the pleasure.

“Do you need a little more burn, sweetheart?”

He was buried full-length inside her. How could he burn her more? His hand rubbed the side of her ass, and her eyes widened.

“Yes, Daddy. Oh God, yes.” Her back arched, a cry strangled cry spilling from her lips as he spanked her bare ass hard. Pulling back, he spanked her again. And again, the blows were not too hard but hard enough to burn. Hard enough to send explosions of brilliant pleasure racing through her.

“So fucking pretty.” He smoothed his hand over her, then lowered it, pressing her thighs farther apart.

His fingers rasped around her clit, then he was gripping her hip and plunging inside her. As though he couldn’t go deep enough, couldn’t fuck her hard enough. Jill felt her muscles clamp down on him involuntarily, trying to hold him inside her, tightening on him seconds before the most incredible orgasm tore through her.

It lit up her mind. It sent brilliant shards of heat and light racing through her body as she screamed his name, cried, and felt the tears that rolled from her eyes at the sheer brilliance of a release that soared through every fragment of her being. But it was just the beginning. He pulled on the belt and released her hand, then stepped back and walked to the bed.

When Jill turned around, he was unbuttoning his shirt and she walked toward him on shaky legs. His gaze flickered over her, and the look in his eyes made her freeze. His eyes roamed over her body, and without being told what to do, she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress, leaving it to fall to the floor and pool at her feet before stepping out of it.

He hissed when he saw her clad in nothing but her underwear, and she knew what he would see. When she’d bought the stockings and garter belt, she’d imagined wearing them for some hot young guy she wanted to have a one-night stand with. And that morning, when she put on the sexy ensemble under her dress, she told herself she was not doing it for him. That was a lie, and seeing his reaction made it all worth it.

“Seeing you in that fucking dress has been making me hard all day,” he said, his expression tightening as he shrugged his shirt over his shoulder. “If I knew you were wearing this under that, this would have happened a lot sooner.”

“If I knew that, I would have shown it to you sooner.” She licked her lips. “You know, when I was coming to this trip, I told myself I would have as much fun as I could. I’ll live a little and enjoy every bit of it. Now, I’m here, and it’s only you I want.”

“Come here,” he said, crooking a finger at her.

She walked across the room, and he grabbed her hips, jerking her closer and pulling her up so she was straddling him. He kissed her, lips closing over her as his hand slid into her hair. When he pulled back, she was panting for breath.

“One night is not enough to do the things I want to do to you,” he said. “I want to fuck you so hard you scream and beg me to fuck you harder. I want to make you feel so good you beg me not to stop. I want to take your body every way it can, slide my dick in every hole, and show you how good I can make you feel.”

“Is that all?” she asked breathlessly. As if just listening to him say what he was going to do was not scrambling her brain.

“Not really,” he said with a teasing grin. “I want to watch you touch yourself with my cock in your pussy. I want to watch that pussy milk my cum from my balls and see how pretty it looks painted with my seed.”

She jerked in his arms, trying to remember how to breathe and failing at first. Then he kissed her, giving her air as his lips slanted over her and his tongue thrust into her mouth. Jill slid her hands up his arms to his powerful biceps. She loved the heavy muscles there. The way they flexed and rippled with the control he exerted over himself. She wanted his control in ashes just like he seemed to do to hers.

“I want that too, Daddy,” she replied, playing her role with ease as she kissed his face and then licked her way down to his neck. “Give me all of it.”

He pulled her with him and lay on the bed with her as he took off her bra. Then he was stretching his body over her, and her breasts felt heavy beneath his gaze, his nipples painfully hard.

“We’re going to leave the garter belt and stockings on,” he told her. “I love how they look on you.”

She crooked her leg, trailed her fingers over her bare stomach to the low band of her panties, and slid one hand beneath her panties as he took off his pants so he was naked. Her fingers dipped into the hot, liquid cleft and pulled back. Slick and shining with her juices, she lifted her fingertips to her lips and licked over them as she looked into his eyes.

“You little tease,” he growled, but she could tell he loved it.

Jill smiled and ran her fingers down her neck as he jerked his pants off. His cock was iron hard. The thick crest was dark, flushed with blood, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip, making her mouth water. Then he joined her on the bed, and she was in his arms again.

“Daddy,” she whispered as his lips slid from hers to her neck. Teeth raked, tongue licked. “What you do to me…” She arched closer.

“You have no idea how much I want you, baby girl.” He bit her shoulder, then licked the little wound. “I want every part of you, Jill. I love your nipples.” His tongue stroked over them. “So hard and sweet.” He sucked one into his mouth, licked it with his rough velvet tongue, and had her toes curling as he suckled her with heated hunger.

He touched her, stroked her, drew on her, as though starved for the taste of her in his mouth. He drew the tip between his teeth, stroked it with his tongue, and she swore she nearly came from the excitement of it. Then he was sucking the hard tip again, sending flares of sensation racing to her pussy as his fingers stroked her thighs, parted them, and trailed to the band of her panties before pulling back again.

“That’s so good,” she cried out. “I love my nipples in your mouth, Daddy. I feel it all the way in my pussy.”

He jerked against her and groaned low and deep before he pulled her hands from his shoulders and drew back.

“Play with them,” he ordered her roughly. “Let me watch you play with your nipples while I eat your pussy, Princess. I need your taste in my mouth. All that sweet syrup sliding over my tongue.”

A hard spasm gripped her muscles, jerking her up to him as pleasure shot through her system. Her fingers moved to her nipples, grabbing them, rolling them as he tugged her panties over her thighs and down her legs. As he’d threatened, he left her garter belt and stockings on. His fingers played with the elastic garters, and he kissed above the frilly, lacy bands.

“So fucking hot.” He pushed her legs apart, lifted her knees until her thighs were spread wide, her pussy open to him. “All I can think about is licking this sweet, hot flesh.”

His tongue licked through the cleft, a quick, hard stroke that had her gasping and lifting to get closer to him. She felt his fingers press between her legs and stroke her pussy.

“The taste of your pussy makes me insane.” The rough vibration of his voice against her clit had her jerking, gasping.

She rolled her nipples, her back arched, her head lolled against the pillow. The pleasure. Sweet, sweet heaven, so much pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming for me, Princess,” he warned her.

“Daddy.” She was ready to scream already as two fingers pressed inside her pussy, working in, screwing against the sensitive muscles and stroking them erotically. She could come now. Just a little bit more. Just the right stroke.

“Oh, that’s not a scream, baby.” His voice felt like a caress by itself. “But you’re going to scream.”

His fingers pulled back, coaxing her juices from her, before he lapped it up with his tongue. He was playing with her. Playing her body. His lips were on her clit, licking around it, providing just enough pressure to make her completely insane, as two fingers thrust inside her sex again. They worked inside her, twisted, and stroked a spot inside her so ultrasensitive that she lost her breath.

She breathed in and nearly shattered when she felt him pushing inside her, stretching her, hot and throbbing as he began to fuck her. Jill could feel the scream building in her lungs.

“Ah God, you’re so fucking tight,” he breathed out roughly. “Milking my dick like the hottest fist in the world.”

“Bradley. Daddy, what do I do?” She cried out at the wild, unrelieved hunger clawing at her now. “I can’t stand it. Please.”

“Touch your pussy,” he ordered roughly, his hands clamping on her hips. “Fuck yourself with your fingers now, Princess. Let me feel you riding your fingers because I don’t think I can last much longer.”

She was crying, begging as she pushed a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit.

“Fuck. Fuck.” His voice was harsh. “Ah hell, baby.”

She felt his control snap. She felt it in the hard grip on her hips, in the jerking motion of his hips. Then he was fucking her. Taking her pussy with deep, powerful strokes as her fingers rubbed her clit.

She could feel him—every throbbing, heavy vein, every powerful inch of flesh stroking inside her. She felt it in the burning stretch and the driving thrusts. His control was gone, and her sense of reality exploded as her clit rubbed against her palm and her fingers stroked her pussy to orgasm.

She was screaming for him, feeling the orgasm that tore through her, quaking through her nerve endings, harder, deeper. Her release was so powerful, so vibrant, that she felt every hot spurt of his seed filling her rear. Each drop of his cum was pumped inside her as she wailed out her pleasure.

She was crying, limp and trembling, shuddering with the aftermath of a release so intense, so deep, she couldn’t seem to gather her shattered senses in order. He still covered her, still filled her. His heavy, warm body was like a blanket over her, like a shield between her and the world, holding the pleasure inside her, keeping the warmth around her.

The following morning, Jill opened her eyes and found Bradley staring at her. A smile appeared on her face, and she yawned and stretched.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“Good morning,” she replied. “And why are you up so early?”

“I want to see Emma and Terry off for their honeymoon. I figured you’d want to come with me.”

“Sure.” She sat up in her bed. “I’ll go downstairs to take my bath and change clothes.”

“Or you could have your bath here, and we could go from here.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We don’t want anyone asking questions, do we?”

“I don’t care if they do,” he replied. “I’m fine with people knowing about us.”

“What?” she squeaked.

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not? I’m too old to be playing those games. If they find out about us, who cares.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, but I think we should let Terry and Emma have their day. This is the last thing they need to hear before leaving for their honeymoon.”

“Fine, I won’t tell them.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “Also, I’ve decided to stay here for the rest of the week.”

Jill gasped. “Really?”

Bradley nodded. “I’m long overdue for a vacation, and there’s nothing I’m doing at home. Think you’ll mind having company for the rest of your?—”

She didn’t wait for him to finish before kicking the covers off and leaping on him. Laughing as she straddled him, she peppered his face with kisses. “You just made my whole fucking week,” she whispered, grinning maniacally as she looked into his eyes. “So what are we going to be doing all week?”

“Anything you want to do,” he replied. “I’m guessing that includes some sightseeing, maybe a couple of nice dinners in some nice restaurants?—”

“And lots of fucking.” She interrupted him impatiently. “I want to get fucked so bad you’ll have to carry me to the plane when we leave.”

He chuckled. “Do I need to remind you that I’m the senior citizen here? If anyone should be carrying anyone…”

She silenced him with a kiss, too excited to help herself. “I think you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. And before you say it, I know this is just for the rest of the week, and it all ends as soon as we get back home. That is why I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I think you already did. Last night…”

“Was nothing,” he replied. “You’re right. I’m going to take care of my baby and make sure she gets the best week of her life.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t I always?” he asked with a grin, and she had to agree.

“Yes, you do, Daddy.”

His nostrils flared and she watched something flash in his eyes. She knew he loved hearing her call him Daddy as much as she loved to say the word. And he was her Daddy in more ways than one. From the way he took care of her to how he listened to her and made her feel seen. He was the missing piece she had no idea she was even missing.

“When did Terry and Emma say they were leaving for the airport again?” he asked.

“We’ve still got a few minutes.”

“That should be enough,” he said, turning with her so she was below him now and spreading her legs wide…