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That's what happens in mine. She slips into daddy's bed and lets him have his way. I worship her perfect body and leave her dripping with my cum. And when she's so blissed out, she can't possibly take another drop of pleasure…then I take mine. I carry her to the bathroom and clean her up. I pamper and spoil her.
She's more mine in those moments than ever before, so trusting and open, so vulnerable. Goddamn, if that's not what makes me cum like a freight train every time. The thought of taking care of her. Of being the one responsible for meeting her every need. I want to be the reason the sun rises and sets in her world. It's fucked up. I know it is. But I want it anyway.
"Jude," she whines.
"Tell me," I growl in her ear. "I want to know what you did in my bed, little girl."
"I t-touched myself," she sobs, raking her hands down my back. "I t-t-thought about you! I'm sorry."
"Are you?"
"No," she hiccups.
If I weren't so fucking turned on, I'd laugh at the defiant pout in her voice. Instead, I groan, rocking my hips into hers. I shouldn't be touching her like this. I shouldn't be kissing her like this or talking to her like this. But she's sweet enough to tempt a saint and I can't stop now. God help me, I can't stop.
"Kiss me, princess," I breathe. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?
She eagerly tips her face up to mine, a sweet little lamb to the sacrifice.
I seam my lips to hers, somehow finding salvation and damning my soul in the same breath. She's soft and sweet, breathing her breath into my lungs with an excited whimper I feel in my bones. My stomach clenches, my cum spilling into my boxers. They're a mess now, soaked with the evidence of what she does to me.
I sink into her kiss like a man submerging himself in a baptismal font. Calm settles over me, the rest of the world disappearing. For one perfect moment, I know what it means to be perfectly at peace. And then she makes the sweetest little sound of delight and my cockthrobswith need. Obsession pours through me like liquid fire, annihilating any chance I had of resisting her. It burns to ash in seconds, unable to withstand the power of her kiss.
I growl against her lips, sinking deeper. My hips crash into hers, riding the hard ridge of my dick against her cunt. The bedsprings squeak as I hump her like a fucking dog in heat—pumping, pumping, pumping. I can't stop. I won't. This little princess is mine.
"Jude, Jude," she sobs beneath me, her voice rising like an aria. She moves with me, squirming and wiggling, grinding her pussy against my cock. I don't have to ask to know she's never been touched. I can smell the virginity on her. I can taste it. She's artless, innocent. But she wraps those long legs around my hips and bounces against my dick like she knows exactly how to get herself off using daddy's cock.
"Don't stop, princess," I snarl, dipping my head to lick and bite her tits through her t-shirt. "You grind that pussy on this dick until you come. You'll sleep in wet panties tonight, so you remember the punishment next time you think about lying to me."
She sobs my name again, louder this time. It's not the one I want to hear though. I've already crossed too many lines with her. For a split second, I try to convince myself not to cross this one too. A split second is all that battle with my conscience lasts. This little princess is mine. It's time she knows it too.
"It's Daddy, baby doll," I say, lifting my head to meet her gaze. She's drunk with pleasure, her expression dazed. "That's what you call me when you're grinding on my cock. Daddy."
Her lips part, that pink tongue peeping out. Something in her expression shifts infinitesimally. It's so subtle that I doubt anyone else would have even noticed. But I notice everything about this girl. I always have. She doesn't just like the thought of me being her daddy. She fuckinglovesit.
Ah, hell. There's really no going back now. Not for her…and definitely not for me.
"Yes, daddy," she whispers.
I plunder her mouth, trying to steal her soul and claim it as my own. She already has mine. I gave it up months ago. Right about the time I stepped into Petal Pushers and noticed her for the first time. It's been hers since then. I've just been delaying the inevitable, trying to fight fate. Not for my sake, but for her own.
She deserves more than to be tied to a motherfucker like me. But my life is hers regardless.
"Daddy," she gasps, stiffening beneath me. "I…I'm—"
"Ah, fuck. Are you going to come for daddy, princess?"
"Yes!" she sobs, her nails embedded in my back as she writhes beneath me.
"Do it, princess." I pump and grind and hump her into the fucking mattress, desperate to get her there, to be the reason she falls apart around me. I've always played by the rules and kept my nose clean. There are no rules when it comes to her. None I won't break anyway. To be the man she calls daddy—to be the man whodeservesto wear that title—for her, I'll do whatever it takes.
"Daddy!" she wails, tilting her head forward. Her face lands against my neck. For a second, I think she's just holding onto me as the orgasm wracks her beautiful body…and then her teeth close on my skin, delivering a sharp bite.
I bellow into the room like a wounded bear. My dick pulses, cum shooting into my boxers as my balls give up the fight. I come all over myself, roaring in triumph as she marks me as hers. I'm not just Jude any longer. I'm Devin's Daddy.
Fuck. I'm her daddy.
"Jesus Christ," I gasp, still rocking my hips against hers, wringing out every ounce of pleasure I can from her. She's shaking beneath me, adorable whimpers falling from her lips. My heart pounds like I just ran a marathon. "You're going to kill me, princess."
