“Who does this pretty little pussy belong to, little girl?” he asked.
“You, Daddy,” I answered. I could feel my muscles responding to the possessiveness in his tone.
“That’s right, little girl. Now ride Daddy’s cock hard. You’re going to wear yourself out before we get home unless you want to find out what Daddy’s wooden paddle feels like against your bare little bottom,” he warned, and a zing of pleasure raced straight down to my clit.
My hips began to move of their own accord. Back and forth, all while his thumb toyed with my clit. I ground against him, feeling impossibly full and so well taken care of that I couldn’t help but lose myself all over every last inch of him. He released my chin and I curled against him, holding onto him as if he was a lifeline because right now, that was what he was.
My first orgasm was imminent. I was still a little sore from earlier that day and my clit was so extremely sensitive from being teased that I couldn’t hold back even if I tried. I moaned quietly at first, but it wasn’t long before my sounds turned more frantic. I rode him harder and harder, until I was on the very edge of release when he spoke to me.
“Come hard for Daddy, little girl,” he commanded.
As the words fell off his lips, I obeyed. My body tensed with tumultuous pleasure and I shuddered hard. When I stiffened, he demanded that I keep riding him and I did. I gave him every ounce of my surrender. His thumb pressed firmly against my clit, causing me to quake from the intensity of my release.
I came so hard that I started to scream.
Riding him like this was addicting. I liked that my body was pressed against his, that I could wrap my arms around him and hold onto to him as I came for him, over and over. I didn’t try to count. The number of orgasms didn’t matter.
The intensity of each one did.
I ground down on his cock hard, rocking my hips back and forth in a way that ensured that I took him as deep as I possibly could. The head of his cock was rubbing against an extremely sensitive spot inside me and the more I rolled my pelvis against him, the more out of control I felt.
With his other hand, he gripped my dress and pulled it open enough to expose my breasts. He drew me in close enough to wrap his lips around my nipple. He kissed it gently and then took it in between his teeth, biting hard enough to cause me to cry out. My breast throbbed painfully but I came incredibly hard after that. I screamed, losing myself in sensation. It no longermattered whether I was shaking with pain or trembling with pleasure. It all came together in one unending feeling that tore me open from within.
I must have come at least ten times. Maybe even a dozen times. I didn’t know. I rode him hard, not caring that my thighs were sore and my muscles were beginning to seize from how very much I enjoyed myself. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and I tried to stop myself from digging my nails too firmly in his back, but sometimes I forgot and other times I remembered. If I hurt him, he never complained. If anything, he just kept urging me to ride him harder and come for him until I wore myself out.
My body was slick with perspiration and when I finally began to slow down, Daddy didn’t let me stop. His fingers pinched my nipple hard in warning and I keened as my inner walls fluttered hard around his cock.
“You’re to keep coming for me until we get back to my place, little girl. Ride Daddy hard and show him just how much you want Daddy’s seed inside that pretty little pussy,” he instructed.
Even though I’d already come for him a great many times, my clit pulsed hard and I renewed my efforts to ride him even harder. I gave him everything. I forgot my pride. I forgot my independence. Right now, I was just his little girl with a greedy little pussy that wanted every last inch of his massive cock.
I screamed. I writhed and took everything he gave me and more.
I lost myself on Daddy’s cock that night and when he held me in his arms after it was all over, I knew that I had lost something else too.
I’d lost my heart and he’d taken it as his.
CHAPTER 13
Keri
One year later…
“Your cold brew, Miss Esposito,” the barista called out curtly and I smiled as I reached for it.
“Thank you,” I replied gratefully. I took a long sip and sighed happily as the taste of strong coffee spread across my tongue.
“Miss Esposito,” a much gruffer voice sounded behind me and my pussy clenched down hard in recognition. His fingers curled around my waist and I grinned widely as he pulled me in close.
Daddy.
My whole life had changed so much since that night.
My father was locked behind bars and slapped with enough consecutive life sentences that he would never taste freedom again. Jaxon had made sure of it. Not only had he dealt with my father, but my accident had disappeared from all record and not a single person ever spoke of it again. To replace the car thatI had ruined, Jaxon had gifted me a sleek and very expensive Audi convertible, although I hardly ever drove it. To be honest, I didn’t need to. Jaxon insisted on either driving me himself or most often of all, taking me in his limo so that he could lift my dress and spank my bare bottom bright pink by the time we reached our destination, wherever it may be.
One date turned into another and then another. He insisted on taking me out at least once a week, if not more. He spoiled me with gifts and fancy dinners all in the name of taking care of his little girl and to be honest, I adored every minute of it. I didn’t tell him that, but I think he knew it anyway.
It didn’t take very long for Jaxon Blackwood and me to become an item in the eyes of the world. At first, my name was mentioned briefly, but it didn’t stay that way for long. With Jaxon being a once eligible bachelor, the gossip blogs and magazines started to wonder about who I was. Oftentimes when I could go out to get myself a coffee or even just lunch by myself, there would be a photographer lying in wait to snap my picture.
