Chapter 8
Lacey
I feel bad. I know Oliver probably wants to go faster, harder. The feeling of him full inside me is a major turn on, even though at first it sort of hurt.
Now it just feels full.
I don’t know how else to describe it. I’m afraid if he goes any faster I won’t enjoy myself, but I don’t care.
I want Oliver to enjoy it more. I want him to want me as badly as I want him.
And I forever want to do this with him, over and over again.
My heartbeat drums loudly in my ears as my breath hitches in my throat as he stares down at me.
“Do you think I’m not enjoying myself?”
I shrug lightly. “I don’t know.”
He pulls nearly all the way out of me, to where just the tip is still fit snug inside me. He fists his dick with one hand. “Do you feel how fucking hard I am?” He slams into me, his thumb pressing against my clit. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes. I just want to make sure you are feeling what I’m feeling.”
He brushes his lips over mine. “What are you feeling?”
“I don’t know. I feel so much, Oliver. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Years?”
“Yes,” I cry out. “I’ve wanted you since before it was even legal of me to want you.”
He smooths a hand over my hair as he brushes his mouth against mine once more.
“Lacey, you’re perfect. I never knew you were exactly what I needed in my life, until tonight.
Until I saw you standing there. Like a fucking dream.
Until I kissed you.” He pushes deeper into me, and I grip him tighter with my legs.
“I don’t ever want you to stop needing me,” I admit to him.
He smiles. “I won’t. I’m your Daddy now. Not like a real father, but a Daddy to protect and care for you.”
His words warm me up. “Take care of me how?”
He thrusts into me. “Like this. Every fucking need you have. I want to be the man you come to.”
I kiss him. Because I’m able to. Because I’m allowed to. It makes me feel empowered. Like I can kiss him anytime I want. I break the kiss, a big smile on my face. “I’m yours,” I tell him, wanting him to know I’m never going anywhere. “I’ll always be yours.”
“Yes, fuck you will.” He thrusts into me, a little harder this time. “I’m so close to losing control.”
I smile wider, the thought of him losing control turning me on even more. “Do it,” I urge him. “Lose control, because I’ve got you.” I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders. “And I’m never letting go.”
“I might hurt you if I lose control.”
Now it’s my turn to smooth a hand over his hair. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it. Daddy,” I whisper.
He punches his hips forward, and I nearly yelp at the impact. “You asked for it, you little slut.”
The way he speaks to me turns me on. I’ve never had anyone speak to me in such a manner, and you’d think I’d hate it, but I like having this naughty secret just between the two of us. Like an inside joke nobody else is privy to.
It makes my heart expand wider, each beat echoing through my chest just for him.
“You like being my little slut, don’t you? You liked teasing me tonight, didn’t you? With your little short skirt. The way you smiled at me. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?” He pounds deeper inside me, his movement accelerated.
“Ah, yes,” I say, trying to just hold on as he keeps thrusting.
“Daddy’s little slut. Is that what you want? To be my slut? You teasing me with your little virgin cunt?”
“Yes, oh yes,” I holler. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m about to lose control on your tight cunt. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you like a dirty slut?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
He unleashes on me, his body hammering into mine at rapid speeds. I hold on, my clit throbbing with the need to come. It’s so close.
He pushes a hand between our bodies, his thumb coming into contact with my clit. He toys with it, and my body comes undone.
“I’m coming, Daddy.”
“Such a good girl,” he whispers close to my ear. He props himself up, so he can look down at me as he thrusts deeper inside me. “Your little pussy grips onto me so good. So fucking good. Like a perfect slut.”
My body doesn’t stop, my orgasm tumbling uncontrollably on and on. My breath is ragged as I try to control myself, but the orgasm continues. What is this man doing to me?
I’m in love.
I think I’ve always been in love with him, but now it’ll be impossible to ever walk away from him. And I hope I can believe him when he says he wants to forever take care of me.
“You’re mine, Lacey,” he whispers as if he can read my thoughts. “I’m never letting you go.” He keeps screwing me, his body pounding away inside me.
“I’m about to come so deep, baby. I want you to take all of my cum.”
“Yes, do it. Daddy, please.”
He grips onto me, his body spasming slightly as his orgasm rips through him. “Fuck, sweet girl. So fucking sweet.”
His breathing matches mine as we gaze into each other’s eyes. Now that it’s over I’m scared he might take back what he’s said.
Isn’t that what men do?
I’ve overheard my roommate tell me many times that men will promise you the moon to sleep with you, and as soon as it’s done they take it all back.
I chew my bottom lip nervously between my teeth.
“Let me clean you up,” Oliver says as he climbs off my body.
I tug the covers over my body, trying to hide my body from him. He moves down the hallway, toward the bathroom. He’s in there for a minute, maybe two and then comes back into my room with a warm cloth. He swipes it between my legs as he climbs back into bed with me.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, the timbre of his voice deep and protective.
I shake my head. “No,” I tell him. A shiver runs over me, causing goosebumps to rise.
“You cold?” he asks, folding me into his arms. We cuddle together, and my heartbeat echoes through my ears.
“I’m not cold,” I tell him, but he’s already pulled the covers over us both.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just…”
He repositions us so he can look me in the eyes. “You’re not regretting anything, are you? Oh god, please tell me you’re not.”
I smile, lightly. “I’m not regretting anything. Actually…” I pause. “I’m afraid you are.”
He does that thing where he smooths his hand over my hair again. Such a fatherly move, but not in a fatherly way. More of like a Daddy sort of way. I find myself really liking it. “I’d never regret you, Lacey. I meant every word I said to you. You make me want to be a better man. A daddy to you.”
“Really?” I ask. “My roommate, Ashley, says that men usually lie to get women into bed.”
Oliver smiles, cupping my cheek with his hand. It’s warm and I lean into his touch. “Boys. Not men. I’m a man of his word, and I’d never fucking lie to you, Lacey. I want to be your Daddy. I want you in my life. Always.”
“What about Fiona?” Oh my god, my best friend. Her father. There’s no way she’d ever understand this.
“We’ll tell her together. I know my daughter, and I know she wants me to be happy. I know she wants you to be happy too. And, Lacey, you make me so goddamn happy.”
I beam bright. “Really?”
“Yes.” He kisses me on my mouth. “You make me so fucking happy.”
I blink. “You make me happy too, Daddy,” I say as I blush.
“We’ll handle everything… together.”