Page 8 of Daddy's Temptation

We both groan as I pull my still hard cock from her pussy. She doesn’t move from her prone position over my desktop. I greedily soak up the sight, wanting this burned into my memory. Her pussy pink and well fucked, my come dripping from her tight hole.

Fuck me.

It takes an unimaginable amount of self-control to keep from burying my cock right back inside her, but somehow, I manage. Candace is entirely limp as I carry her back to the couch. I arrange her on my lap, loving how sweet and sedate she is. I stroke her back and massage her scalp as we recover from the best sex I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know if it’s because I finally gave in to my daddy side, but I have a suspicion it’s all Candace.

I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in her jasmine and vanilla scent. She nuzzles against my chest, clinging to me. How is it possible that I’m already in so deep that I can’t imagine a world in which Candace isn’t in my arms? I suppose that’s how it is when you find your one and only.

I'm a lucky bastard.

7

Candace

Bit by bit,my senses come back to me. My body aches in the best ways. Even though the spanking wasn’t hard by any means, my bottom still stings against the roughness of Andre’s jeans. My pussy is sore and well used. And yet, I wouldn’t say no if he flipped me to my back and took me again. I’d welcome him back inside me with open arms. Which is worrisome. I’ve never felt this level of desire for anyone until Andre.

I sit up in his lap, instantly missing the warmth of his arms. So stupid. This is a one-time thing. No matter how mind-blowing it was, it can’t happen again. Even as I think it, I know I’m lying to myself. If Andre shows me the slightest bit of intention, I’ll surrender to him in a heartbeat.

I can give him my body and keep my heart safe; I lie to myself.

“You okay, angel?” Andre asks with genuine concern. “I didn’t mean to lose control like that.”

“You didn’t hurt me if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. The passion has abated; in its place is sweet affection. Something I’ve spent my adult life avoiding, but something about this feels inevitable. I melt into him, returning the kiss with tears in my eyes. I allow myself to get lost in Andre for one brief shining moment.

It would be so easy to fall into him. To give myself over to these feelings that feel too big for my body to contain them. This is why I don’t do sex with the men I play with, though, I doubt any of those other daddies would ever draw this kind of reaction from me. No, this is all Andre. If I were looking for a permanent thing, he would be it for me.

Shit, I’m already letting my heart run away with my common sense.

Before I want to, I pull away and start tugging on my clothes. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, but he doesn’t say anything. He simply rights his own clothing while watching my every move. His intent gaze and silence have me feeling jittery. I slip my shoes back on and jump at his closeness. While distracted, he moved and is now standing so close I can feel the heat of his body.

“Are you running again, angel?” he growls, pulling me against his chest.

“I call it a strategic exit before I do something stupid. Well, stupider than—” I wave my hands at the office.

His arms tighten around me. “This was anything but stupid.”

Andre takes a step back and runs his hands through his thick dark hair. My eyes flash toward the door, but he’s standing between me and my escape. My shoulders slump with defeat. He’s not going to let me go until we hash this out. I can’t blame him. We’re friends, and we just crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed. We’ve made things messy.

I hate messy.

“Andre,” I sigh, “you don’t do relationships. I don’t do relationships. This was two people who are attracted to each other giving in to that mutual attraction. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He levels me with a hard look. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

Oh, it’s total bullshit. I can admit that to myself, it doesn’t change the fact that I won’t let myself give him more than my body no matter how tempting it is to fall for him. “I’m sorry, Andre, but I can’t give you more than this.”

He pulls me back into his arms, and I feel the urge to cry. Why is he being so sweet when I just insinuated this was a big mistake?Because he’s a good guy.My inner little is throwing a temper tantrum that adult me is making her daddy upset. That little part has claimed Andre as hers, but it’s the big me that needs to protect our heart. It would be so, so easy to hand it to him on a silver platter for him to destroy.

And he would destroy it.

Men cheat. Women become bitter and resentful. Families are destroyed, and children suffer. I’ve spent a lifetime trying to hide how badly my parents’ bad relationship shaped who I am. I’ve built myself a reputation of the fun, flirty woman who isn’t ready to settle down yet. Sugar is the only one who knows the truth. My façade is a protective shell to keep myself from getting hurt.

Andre smashed right through that façade and invaded my world like a wrecking ball. With him, I don’t want to be the fun-time girl. I want to show him the real me. This right here is why I don’t have sex. It’s been years because every time it gets messy. I didn’t even hesitate tonight. It felt so right. Almost necessary.

“What if I said I would take whatever you can offer?” He looks at me with kind and hopeful eyes.

Could I submit to Andre… have fantastic sex that tilts my whole world upside down while keeping my heart safe? If I shoved him in the same box, I have all of my other play partners over the years, maybe. Sex complicates things, which is why that is my one hard and fast rule.