Page 12 of Spoil Me, Daddy

And with that, I flipped us over. Her back was splayed across the couch as I straddled her. My fingers continued to move and tease her pussy, and her hands roamed my back until they stopped at the end of my shirt to take it off. I did, with pleasure. I pulled the shirt over my head and threw it onto the floor before I began to remove her tank top. I couldn’t help but smile widely at the sight of lace on her chest.

“You’re wearing a bra,” I said. “You never wear a bra.” While I liked the easy access her going bare provided, the sexy lingerie had my dick throbbing.

She let out a light, feminine chuckle.Ah...music to my ears.“I didn’t even think about changing. I rushed over here the moment I received those letters.” The full confidence was back in her and she looked at me with the most mischievous of smiles. “You know why I never wear a bra.”

“And why is that?” I asked, two fingers digging inside her, and she arched her back off the couch to push me in deeper.

“I was trying to get you to have sex with me.”

“And I took your virginity.”

“You’ve done more than that.” The smirk on her face softened, and she made a move to pull her denim shorts and panties off. Clearly, this making out wasn’t enough for my little vixen. “Y-you’re…you care about me. You’re not only constantly teaching me about sex, but with life in general. Gabe…you’re the one who helped me apply to college and the jobs at the pre-schools. You’ve done more than anyone ever has…more than my own mother…you’re like a boyfriend and father rolled into one. You take care of me and…I-”

She stopped there. Suddenly, she looked nervous, but she hid it by closing her eyes and focusing on the way my fingers pushed in and out of her. I didn’t want her to be nervous, never around me. She should already know by now that I’d always be here for her. But it seemed she didn’t know that, that she’d said too much, or said something that was too serious too soon. Didn’t she know she was The One for me? I wouldn’t have fucked her otherwise.

“I think I like that,” I said, getting her to look at me by hooking a finger under her chin. “Being your boyfriend and your Daddy.”

Her eyes flew open at hearing those words and began to search mine. To look for the truth. Slowly, the nervousness and the wrinkle on her forehead began to disappear, but a little were still left, and so, I eased her nerves a bit. She was with me. She didn’t need to be scared of anything.

I brought my face closer to hers and placed soft and hard kisses on her lips. Her hands moved to my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head and pushing my shorts off my legs until I was naked and my dick pressed against her thigh. She still had on her bra and panties though, but removing them was easy—and a joy.

“Gabe…” she breathed, when she felt me pushing my dick inside her. She arched her back off the couch again to give me better access. She wasn’t a virgin any longer, her pussy opening for me nicely now. I’d had her so many different ways since that first time, but I had yet to come anywhere but nice and deep. I’d come in her mouth one of these days, but I just wasn’t ready to give up fucking her.

I pushed and pushed until I couldn’t go any deeper, the head of my dick bumping the end of her tight passage. I looked at her, saw the smile on her face, and couldn’t help but kiss her again. There was just something about her – a lot of things actually. I couldn’t pinpoint just one. She made me feel so much, and I never wanted those feelings to ever go away. She made life better, especially with her smiles, and of course, the steamy sex. With every hip thrust, with every one of her breathy cries, I thought, “Mine.”

“Fuck…” I groaned, when she parted her legs wider so my dick could go even deeper. She rested the back of her ankles on my shoulder, her moans getting louder – almost screams – as I continued to thrust in and out of her. Fuck, how did she know to do that?

“So naughty,” I murmured.

She grabbed at my hair, her breasts, my ass, and her clit, as I began to pick up my pace. She was screaming now, saying my name out loud for the neighbors to hear. I didn’t care. I loved it when she shouted. It was like my trophy for winning her. It was definitely a stroke to my ego the way she lost herself in what I did to her, but more importantly, it told me she was more than enjoying every inch of my thick dick.

“Mary…” I breathed her name, and she knew what that meant. I felt my dick jerk inside her, and soon enough, my cum flooded her pussy. I continued to pump slowly, in and out, and when I finally pulled away, we both grinned at the sight of my cum dripping wet from her.

“Yeah, not a virgin any more. That pussy’s mine.” I met her green gaze. “Right, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. My pussy’s just for you.”

“Come here,” I said to her, stretching my arm out, so she could rest her head on my chest. My couch was the right size, so that both of us could lie down squished against each other. She snuggled closer to me, our legs intertwined and with my arm splayed over her breasts. I planted a soft kiss on her hair.

“You know I’m not letting you go now, right?” I said. When she looked up at me, eyes full of surprise and love, she grinned.

“I’d like that because I don’t want to go anywhere.”

Chapter Eight

Mary

“Mary…”

I heard his voice. It was almost pleading, yet still commanding. He was my Daddy. I knew he wasn’t my father. God, that was gross. But he was everything I wanted a man to be. He was emphatic, but dominating. I called him that blatantly now – Daddy – and every time, he responded positively. He’d either tell me to sit on his lap or snuggle into him, and I loved it. He felt so big and warm against my tiny frame. Every time I was with him, I felt like nothing bad was ever going to happen to me because he would protect me.

“Mary,” he said again, walking over to where I was sitting on the couch. As he always did, he wound his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I dug my face in the crook of his neck and breathed out a sigh of relief. I automatically felt comfortable, like I could close my eyes and fall asleep. “What’s bothering you? Come on, tell Daddy your problems. Didn’t I tell you two nights ago that I wasn’t letting you go?”

I nodded my head.

“See, then that means we have to be open with one another. There can’t be any secrets between us if we want this to work out…you know,” he continued, taking a pause and then, “Forever’s a long time to be hiding stuff from one another.”

He didn’t need to prod me. With Gabe, I felt safe. Even better, I knew he was going to help me through my problems. That night he told me he was never letting me go, I heard and felt the sincerity in his words and actions. He wasn’t just spouting off bullshit. He was a real man, he’d never do that. That night, for the entire time we were asleep, he held me tightly in his arms and against his chest.