Whenever Drew kisses me,my mind short circuits. I want to talk and let him know I will turn myself in for him. I will continue on for him. I had planned on ending everyone and then myself, but then Drew came along and turned the plan around. I have a reason to live. Even if it means being in prison.
He pulls on my hair as he tilts my head the way he wants it to go. I rub myself against him and feel his hardness under me. He’s turned on. He’s not repulsed by me. Tears slip through my lashes as I moan into his mouth.
I pull back before it gets out of hand. We are both panting, breathing like we ran a marathon. “I love you, Drew.”
He growls at me and picks me up as he stands from the chair. “I love you too Maddie. I know about your plan to kill yourself. Not on my fucking watch little angel. You are mine and I’m yours. You will fucking live.”
I land on the bed with him on top of me. There’s no hesitation from me as I spread my legs for him. My tears are fast and hot as I look at him. He looks down at me with adoration and for the first time in a long time, I finally feel loved.
His hands tear at the clothes I’m in. “I ought to spank your little ass for doing all of this. Fuck, I just might.” He licks his lips and growls again at me.
My pussy pulsates, ready for him to fuck me. “Daddy.”
“Fuck right, I’m your Daddy.” He bends his head and takes my right nipple into his mouth. My eyes close and my back arches as he runs a hand down my stomach. His fingertips tingle my nerves and I call out for him.
“More, Daddy, please.”
“That’s my good girl, beg me.” His hand makes its way down to my pussy. He runs a finger along the wetness and I tremble.
“Such a good girl, angel.” He moves to my left breast and starts sucking on it. The sensations are overwhelming me. I am not expecting his hand to slap my pussy but when it does, I almost have an orgasm.
I lay there looking at him, wide eyed and wanting him to do it again. He doesn’t make me wait long as he brings his hand down on my pussy again, making it sting. “Oh … oh … Da-” He hits my pussy again. Not enough to hurt but the right amount of sting to make me orgasm.
“There it is. My sweet girl needed that. Look at all this wetness gushing out.” His words make my orgasm prolong itself. “My angel is so responsive, you didn’t even need Daddy’s cock to cum.” His words make me tremble as my orgasm extends itself.
I can’t talk right away. Instead, I look at him as I run a hand through his hair. My breath slows and I smile. “I want to be your good girl and give you an orgasm now, Daddy.”
He chuckles and my heart heals a little from all the things that I was worried about. It’s hard to remember that he isn’t rejecting me. That he isn’t going to turn away from me now that he knows what I’ve done.
I thought he was going to fuck me but he gets off the bed and sits down over at the couch.
“Come here, love.” He crooks his finger at me and pats his knee. My pussy quivers again and my mind goes nuts. That look he is giving me tells me I better obey.
Getting up, I begin to walk to him. “Get on your knees.” Oh hell. I can’t breathe at his command. I’ve never heard him like this but I’m here for it.
I drop to my knees and look toward him, waiting for my next command. “Good girl, now crawl over to me.”
When my father or Donnie would demand it or force it from me, I wanted to kill them. With Drew, it’s different. I want to do everything he says. It grounds me to know he’s in charge. Then again, he’s not wanting to hurt me.
Biting my lip, I crawl to him. I sway my hips more than necessary but I’m trying to seduce him. Not that I know how. He unzips his pants and he pulls his cock out. Precum drips from the tip and I moan. I’m almost to Drew when there’s a knock on the door.
Frustration hits me. “Go get in the bed and cover up. No one sees you naked but me.” He zips his cock back in his pants and opens the door. I have the covers to my chin, hoping it’s not a nurse wanting to look over my body.
“Come in, Sergeant.” Drew says as he backs away from the door.
I bite my tongue as anger gathers in me. The need to be alone with Drew is overwhelming and this man interrupts that need. He better have a good reason.
Drew looks at me as the sergeant comes toward me. His eyes hold a warning for me not to do anything stupid. The urge to be a brat and tell the sergeant to fuck off, is strong but for Drew, I will be good.
“Ms. Hatterson, I came to tell you that your brother, Donnie has passed.”
“Good.”
I must shock him because he takes a step back. “I’m sorry?”
“The bastard beat the shit out of me for years. He …” Drew comes over to the left side of the bed and pulls my hand into his.
“You don’t need to worry about talking, angel. It’s ok.” He knows how to calm me. I smile at him and turn back to the sergeant.
