Chapter 4 #4
“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 do all week?”
“Anything you want to do,” he replied. “I’m guessing that includes some sightseeing, maybe a couple of meals 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 saying it.
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.