Chapter 5 Penelope
I reach over to cup Bryce’s erection. It’s practically bursting out of his pants, but he takes my wrist in his hand, stopping me.
“Not yet, baby girl. First, I need more of you.”
Bryce gets up and takes my hand as we head to his bedroom. I’ve been here a few times, although I forget where some rooms are in the house. I remember the bedroom. I remember it because, at the head of the bed, there’s a painting of a beautiful redheaded woman, naked on her knees. It’s at a side angle, and her hair hides her face. But the way it looks with the white background is beautiful. I’ve never seen a painting like that before. The paintings I’ve seen with naked people tend to be Greek or Roman.
When we reach the bedroom, it’s the first thing I see.
“Like it?” Bryce asks.
I nod. “Yeah, she’s beautiful. Who painted it?”
“I did.”
“What?” I gasp.
Bryce shrugs, “I painted it.”
Wow, I had no idea Bryce was so talented. I can barely draw a stick figure, and he can paint a super realistic person.
“My son said I needed a hobby after my ex-wife left. I took up painting since it was something I could do alone.”
This is the first time Bryce has brought up his ex-wife. The first time I met him, I didn’t know he was divorced. Cameron never told me. I asked about his wife, and he gave me this silent stare. That is until Cameron cleared his throat and told me they were divorced. After that, she was never brought up again.
Bryce squeezes my hand, and we stand in silence.
“Lola left when Cameron was twelve years old. She met another guy.”
“Oh,” I don’t know what to say, so I just let him know I’m listening.
“I can’t say it was unexpected. Our marriage was on a downhill trajectory the moment it started. We were so young, and we had a baby, and I guess we did what everyone said we should do rather than what we wanted.”
Bryce takes a deep breath and turns to face me.
“But that’s all over now. All I want right now is you.”
A smile pulls at my lips, and he smirks down at me. Sure, this started as revenge for what Cameron did to me. But now I find myself actually liking Bryce. To the point where I wonder if I’m allowed to be as mad at Cameron as I am. Sure, I’m still allowed to be pissed at him for cheating on me. Still, maybe our relationship wasn’t as solid as I thought, considering how easy it was for me to approach his dad.
“You ready for more, baby girl?” Bryce asks and runs his thumb over my lips.
I nod. “Yes, Bryce.”
Bryce lifts off my dress and throws on a nearby chair. Then he lays down on the bed, and I kneel next to him.
“Sit on my face, baby girl,” he commands. Not sure what to do, I move my leg to straddle his head. He notices that I hesitate about putting my entire weight on his face.
“Baby, what are you doing?” he asks, moving me back a bit so he can look at my face.
“Won’t that be uncomfortable, you know… if I’m all the way down?”
“Baby, I’m in charge here. So if I want to drown in your cunt, I will. Now sit on my face like a good girl.”
Slowly I sit all the way down, my thighs relaxing, only to tense up again when my pussy meets Bryce’s tongue. He flattens it and swipes it across my aching center.
I hold on to the headboard as Bryce starts eating me out. His tongue dips into my entrance, and I moan.
“Oh, fuck Bryce,” I groan, and my hips start to move.
“You’ll call me Daddy when you’re in my bed, baby girl. Understand?” Bryce says and nips at my thigh.
“Ah! Yes, Daddy.” I gasp.
The word is so naughty, so wrong, but it makes my pussy clench. I also love it when he calls me baby girl.
Bryce sucks my clit, and I nearly lose my grip on the headboard.
“Hmm, you like that, baby girl?” He chuckles against my skin, making me shiver as vibrations soar through me.
“Oh, yes.” I moan.
I look between my legs. Bryce closes his eyes as he licks my pussy. His hands are on my hips, helping me as I fuck his face. I feel an orgasm building up until I’m shaking above him.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy. I’m coming!” I come on his face and try to move, so I don’t drown him, but he keeps me seated until he licks up every drop of my orgasm. He licks me clean, then gently moves me, so I’m lying on the bed.
“There, now your sweet pussy is ready for my cock.” He winks at me, and I blush.
There’s something about how Bryce acts toward me that makes it hard to make me feel like this is just a one-time deal. Every second I stay with him, I start feeling different about him. And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
Perhaps after this is over, and Bryce asks me to leave, what this really is will hit me. Then I’ll be able to get rid of whatever these feelings are.
Bryce gets off the bed to get rid of his clothes. He takes off his shirt, and I bite my lip as I stare at his body. He looks nothing like my friends’ dads with their sexy dad bods. Bryce looks like a jock. His arms are thick with muscles, and his pecks are defined with dark nipples. His chest is dusted with dark hair and a trail that leads to his cock. Tie in the six-pack and those sexy lines that lead to his massive package, and you have Bryce Dallas. At least the top half of him.
He undoes his pants and lets them slide down his long muscular legs, revealing his thick cock, veiny and hard, dripping with pre-cum. He grips his shaft in his fist and gives it a slow tug from the base to the tip. My mouth waters, and I crawl to the edge of the bed, hoping to get that delicious cock in my mouth.
“Please, Daddy.” I bite my lip and hope that he lets me at least have a taste.
“Please, what? What do you want, baby girl?” He takes a step forward. His cock is now inches from my face.
“I want to suck your cock.” My voice sounds confident when I say it, which is new. I don’t think I’ve said ‘cock’ out loud before. I’ve said it a lot in my head, but you say a lot of things in your head that you don’t want to say out loud.
Bryce runs his hand through my hair and piles it on the top of my head with a solid grip.
“Well, you’ve been such a good girl. I suppose you deserve a taste.”
He holds my head as he brings his cock to my lips. First taps my bottom lip with the head of his dick, then he traces it along my entire lip, coating my skin in his cum. Then, when he’s satisfied, he slides his cock between my lips. Immediately, I taste the bitter, musky taste of his seed. I wrap my lips around his head and suck him like a lollipop.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl.” Bryce groans and pushes me farther onto his cock.
My hands grip the sheets as I feel my pussy waking up again, aching and ready for more. But since I can’t do anything about it right now, I focus on Bryce and how his cock feels in my mouth. It’s so smooth and hard, and it slides easily in and out.
Slowly, we work more of him into my mouth, and Bryce grunts every time his cock hits the back of my throat. He has both hands on my head, and his hips thrust his shaft into my mouth.
Soon he’s pumping quickly, and I know he’s close to coming.
“You want my cum, baby girl?”
I try to say yes, but it sounds like a moan. But Bryce knows.
“You want my cum down your throat?”
I moan again.
“Okay, baby girl. Here it comes.”
Bryce fucks my face until he comes. Stilling, his hot seed shoots down my throat. I swallow him. I lick around the head of his cock, getting every drop.
He lets go of my hair as soon as his orgasm subsides, and I lay down on the bed. Bryce joins me and holds me close. I listen to his beating heart until I feel my arousal drip down my thigh, making me groan.
Bryce’s hand cups my pussy, then shoves two fingers inside me.
“Hmm, insatiable,” he mutters. I end up on my back with Bryce staring at me from above.
I spread my legs, and he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. A zing of pleasure pulses through me, and I start fucking his fingers. But he doesn’t give me much to work with. As soon as his fingers are in, they’re out and into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby. You taste amazing. I love tasting you.”
“Please.” I pant. “I need you inside me. Please, Daddy.”
“Alright, baby,” he says and reaches for the bedside table to get a condom.
I watch in fascination as he rolls it on. I’ve never seen a guy do that before. I realize that in a few moments, I’ll be having intercourse for the first time in my life. My ex-boyfriend’s dad is going to take my virginity.
Well, I say, ‘take it’ The truth is, I’m giving it to him.
I like the word take because it feels more possessive, which I want. I want to be pounded into. Hard and rough. I want to feel it days later. I want to fuck until I can’t take it anymore and am completely sated.
“Bryce,” I say.
“Yes, baby girl,” he says as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
“I want it rough.”
This is my chance to get exactly what I want. No more good girl who does nice and pretty things. I want dirty. I want to be used.
“Yeah?” Bryce drops to his forearms, and the eye contact only gets me hotter.
“Yes. I… I want it rough. I want to feel that this happened. I want to feel your power. All of it. Please.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Penelope,” he says and kisses me roughly.
He used my name. He must know the motivation behind my action because everything has been light so far, but this is more meaningful. This isn’t about Cameron anymore. At least not right now. It isn’t. This is about me and what I want, and I’m so grateful Bryce is helping me indulge in my fantasies.
Bryce circles the tip of his cock at my entrance, pulling back from the kiss as he pushes inside me with one thrust.
“Fuck!” I cry out as the pain and pleasure of his cock takes me over.
I nod, wanting more, even as tears prick my eyes. I”m not sure whether it’s from the pain or the heat of the moment. Because the pain isn’t as bad as I thought.
“Oh my God, Yes, Bryce!”
Bryce’s hips start to move as he starts fucking me. With one hand on my hip and the other in my hair, Bryce fucks me wildly. His cock pistons in and out of me like a machine. Sweat coats our skin, and I hear the sound of our skin slapping together and Bryce panting. The pain soon goes away, and all that’s left is pleasure. White hot pleasure as his cock rubs against my g-spot every time he plunges into me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant and grip his shoulders.
My eyes are closed, and I take in the new feelings pulsing through me. Every thrust brings me closer and closer to orgasm. My legs wrap around his waist, and he holds me close.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight. You’re gripping me like a vice.” Bryce kisses my lips, then down my neck. “You’re taking my cock so well,” Bryce groans. “I love the way you feel, wrapped around me fucking tight.”
My orgasm is so close. I can feel myself cresting the mountain of desire. Needing one last push to send me over.
With one more powerful thrust, I get what I need and come. Pleasure tears through me, and I see stars as I cry out his name.
“Bryce! Oh my God, Bryce! Fuck, yes. Yes! Yes!”