Page 16 of Daddy's Temptation
The eighth lash has me crying out a number of apologies that flow over him like water. Number ten has me begging for mercy. I whimper in relief when Andre leans over me. Any idea that he's about to soothe my ragged emotions is squashed when he growls, asking me if I’m safewording.
Of course, being the stubborn woman that I am, I shake my head no. I’ve never safeworded before, and I refuse to give Andre the satisfaction that his sadistic side has broken me. I have no doubt that it’s his intention. He’s trying to show me how badly I want him to be my daddy. He’s miscalculated my stubbornness—him giving me the chance to get out of his punishment lights a fire inside me.
“Never.” My attempt to sound strong and sure is laughable at best. Even I can hear the trepidation in my own voice. I expect him to call me on my bullshit, but he doesn’t. He simply stands and resumes my belting.
I stubbornly cling to my resolve, refusing to give him the satisfaction of using my safeword. He won’t break me. Just when I think I can’t handle another lash, the belt is tossed aside. Without warning, Andre thrusts his thick cock inside me in one long stroke. Unraveling my self-control. My pussy clenches around his thick length. I cry out as he pounds into me with the same relentlessness that he belted me with.
“Fuck, you’re choking my dick with your tight little cunt.” Andre grips my hips and pulls me back into him, causing my sore ass to pound off his abs. “That’s it, angel, take my cock like the slutty girl you are.”
Tears stream down my face. In part from overwhelming pleasure and partly from the ache of my heart. I don’t want to be Andre’s slutty girl. I want to be his angel. My whole body sizzles as my orgasm builds and builds. Andre leans over my back, grinding his cock deep, touching me in places I never knew existed as he fists my hair in one of his big hands. He tugs my head back and growls lowly before he bites down on my exposed neck. My orgasm explodes through my body at the sharpness of his teeth in such a sensitive spot. I don't even try to hold back my screams.
“That’s it, angel.” I shiver at the roughness in his voice. “Come all over my fat cock. Show me how much you want my come.”
“Oh God! Andre…” I’m screaming and moaning his name. Making noises I didn’t even know I could make as wave after wave of my climax crashes over me. He releases my hair, and I collapse back to the bed, totally boneless.
Andre pulls out of my body. I shudder at the sudden and almost unpleasant emptiness. I squeal in surprise as he flips me to my back. With a hand on my hip and one under my back, he lifts me further onto the bed and crawls over me. My heart skips a beat in my chest when he gently brushes my hair from my face. The intense fierceness that consumed Andre has melted away, leaving tenderness in its place.
He presses kisses soft as butterfly wings across my cheeks, kissing away my tears. I moan into his lips as they brush mine. He kisses me slow and sweet, dragging each movement out as if we have a lifetime to do nothing but explore each other’s mouths. His tongue slips between my lips, seeking out my own.
I bury my hands in his short hair and wrap my legs around his trim waist, holding him to me. I never want this moment to end. I could lay here kissing Andre for the rest of my life and die a happy woman. He pulls away, and I chase his lips with my own, whimpering when he stops kissing me.
“Are you okay, sweet angel?” he says uncertainly.
And that, right there, is why I would let him do anything he wants with me. Yes, he was rough. Yes, I instantly regretted pulling away instead of opening up to him, but Andre will always take care of me. The worried look in his eyes as he waits for me to respond knocks a crack in the wall I’ve built around my heart. For the first time ever, I don’t try to patch it over. I embrace that small crack with a quiet hopefulness.
Andre isn’t my father.
“Candace?”
I cup his rough cheek in my palm, loving the feel of his short beard. I’ve never been a huge fan of beards, but it suits Andre. “I’m fine, daddy.”
I capture my bottom lip between my teeth as I wait for his response. Will he reject me or slip back into the role of my daddy? The wait is excruciating. Each second feels endless. I breathe a sigh of relief when he smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.
“There’s my sweet angel.”
I feel my cheeks heat with a blush. It’s silly to feel shy after what we just did, but I feel exposed… vulnerable. Thankfully, he doesn’t give me a chance to linger on those thoughts for long—I don’t do vulnerable well—distracting me with another drugging kiss.
The kiss quickly turns into more when I feel his hard length against me. I rock my hips, dragging my soaked pussy over his thick cock. Andre’s lips turn hard on mine, taking over our kiss until he’s claiming my mouth as much as he’s starting to claim my heart. He rips a moan from my throat when he grinds down on my clit, trapping the sensitive nub between our bodies.
“Please,” I whimper, needing more.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long before he pushes inside me. Unlike before, he slides into me slowly. So slowly that I swear I can feel him penetrating my heart like he’s penetrating my body. Andre cups my cheek, kissing me tenderly. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he stays there, lingering inside me as if he doesn’t ever want to leave.
I never want him to. I never want to lose this connection. I want to wrap myself around him and never let go. It’s a terrifying thought, but one that I’m quickly coming around to… I could get addicted to this feeling.
He retreats from my body just as slowly as he entered me. We both moan as he pushes back inside, starting a slow, easy rhythm that has us both moaning. Andre kisses his way down my neck and across my chest to my breasts. He sucks one hard nipple between his lips, lashing it with his tongue. I feel every pull of his lips around my nipple in my clit as if there’s a magic line between the two. He lightly bites the tender peak pushing me faster toward the edge of release.
“Daddy, oh daddy, please.”
I clench my pussy around his cock, drawing a low groan from Andre that sends a shiver down my spine. I do it again, and again, until with a growl he buries himself deep inside me, grinding against my clit. His slow rhythm falters as lust takes over, giving us both what we want. Over and over he plunges into me as we chase our climaxes.
“Fuck. Your pussy feels like heaven. Come on my cock, angel. Let me feel this tight little pussy cream all over me.”
His hand slips between us, strumming my clit pushing me harder and faster toward the edge. It grows and grows until I fear that I might burst into a million tiny pieces. Andre pinches my clit, that little hint of pain tosses me right over the edge. My back arches as I scream my orgasm. He doesn’t stop until he’s pushed me into another orgasm. I feel his cock jerk inside me as he fills me with his hot release.
I shudder when he pulls away. Goosebumps pebble my skin when I lose the heat of his body. The chill doesn’t last long because he pulls me against his chest and wraps himself around me. On a sigh, I snuggle against his muscular chest. I practically purr when he starts running his fingertips up and down my back. It feels so good, almost hypnotic. My eyes grow heavier by the second until I can’t resist the call of sleep.
Before sleep claims me, my final thought is that I’ll just take a short little nap, then I’ll go home. Sleepovers aren’t part of our arrangement, though I’m quickly finding that our arrangement might not be what I really want. Being here like this might just be exactly what I want.