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Ivy
Idon’t think I can take much more without losing it. Every time I’m right on the edge he pulls back, slows down, and I feel like screaming. That’s a completely baby thing to do, isn’t it? Scream and cry for attention? Yeah, that sounds just about right.
“Daddy…please…” I whine as his fingers rub me faster. “Baby wants…needs…please…”
“What does baby want?” Damien asks, his tongue lathing against my clit making me hum.
“Daddy’s toy, I want to play with daddy’s toy,” I cry. “I want daddy’s toy!”
“Yes,” he shouts sliding up me and then I let out a full scream when my pussy is stretched wide, filling quickly with his cock. “That’s a good girl, daddy likes baby asking, wanting to play with daddy.”
“Daddy,” I hum as he pulls back, thrusting into me again and again, going deeper with each thrust, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched.
Nothing on earth has ever felt this good and he doesn’t begin to falter when my pussy seizes around him. I didn’t even feel the release coming like I usually do, when I would stall it, to keep things hotter longer. Oh no, this one just took me over and I can’t help but scream out thanks to how freaking good it feels.
“That’s it baby, take daddy’s cock like a good girl,” Damien teases at my ear, one of his hands is gripping my ass tight and it feels so right, everything has and I don’t want to lose this. Shit, I want him to be my daddy.
“Yes daddy, I’ll be your good girl,” I promise, giving myself, my whole body over to him completely. I’ve always held back some, kept parts of me locked away, knowing I’d always find rejection anyway so why give them more to reject, but this time I can’t. I want Damien to be everything to me, to want more than just this one night with me. I want to be daddy’s baby for good, and I don’t know how to make that happen other than letting him consume me entirely.
His lips lock onto mine, his tongue teasing and tangling with mine, and shit, I can taste myself on him and it’s so much better than I ever imagined. No one has eaten me like that before…oh no, not one single man has ever gone down on me, made me nearly come with their mouth, except for him.
His hand digs harder at my ass, fully lifting me against him as another wave of delicious pleasure washes through me. My scream is swallowed by his mouth, his cock hitting the deepest inside me anyone’s ever been, and I clutch at his head tightly, my body jerking wildly underneath him.
I’m so full of him that his salty goo leaks from me, almost forced out as he continues to fuck me through our orgasms, and everything goes white for a few moments when a third massive wave flows through me. My ears ring, my breath hitching, and it’s all silent for a long moment before I crash.
Damien’s hands are holding me tight as I lay draped over his chest, one keeping me on his semi-hard dick as he holds onto my ass, while the other is gently sweeping over my back, his lips pressing soft kisses to my face. I dip it down into his chest, biting my tongue to stop myself from begging him to keep me. Every single one of my clinging tendencies are rearing up, and I don’t want him seeing that on my face.
Shit, he brought me here for a fuck. I know that. He made it evidently clear he wanted me, wanted between my legs, but I never thought it’d be anything but that.
His words from earlier, telling me that no one but daddy was allowed to touch my special places roll back through me, and it just makes me want to cling harder. I know he didn’t mean it. Hell, he likely read me like a book, knew what would get me off best, and I can’t be mad about him not meaning it.
It just fucking sucks for it to have happened right after meeting Venus, learning she truly never wanted me. My biological family didn’t want me so why on earth would this man want more than to just fuck me?
“Ivy,” he says, his hand slipping up to my head, and I can’t stop from leaning into his touch with my cheek. “I need you to look at me, baby girl.”
I suck in a deep breath, forcing a neutral expression onto my face, and slowly lift it to him. The little burrow between his brows makes my heart slow, and then a moan falls when he sits up, lifting me off his hardening cock, and into his arms as he stands.
“Daddy?” The name falls without meaning to and I bite my tongue again, forcing myself to stop talking.
“Daddy’s taking care of his baby girl now,” he says, dropping a kiss onto my lips and I can’t help the moan that falls not only from it, but from also seeing his fucking insane bathroom. It’s larger than any living room of any of the houses that I lived in growing up. It’s like two rooms almost, the first being a sink and vanity, with a toilet off to the side. The second space has a glass door cutting it off from the rest, a ginormous shower with multiple overhead showerheads along with what I’m guessing are jets along the walls. What’s even more impressive is the hot tub sized bathtub Damien sits on the edge of still holding me.
He turns on the tap and water begins to fill it, a hint of steam rising, and a little shiver runs through me when he dips his wrist under the water, his eyes holding mine. “Daddy has to make sure the bath isn’t too hot for his baby. Can’t risk burning her sweet skin now.”
“Damien…” His name falls with a sigh from me, and his lips dip down, stealing a kiss that leaves me on the edge.
It only deepens somehow when he slips into the tub with me still in his arms, settling me on his lap, my back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped fully around me. “Can’t leave my baby alone in the tub. It’s not safe for little girls to be left alone. They could hurt themselves.”
Another shiver slides through me, and I turn until I’m sitting sideways over his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck, leaning into him fully. It soothes my soul when his arms wrap tightly around me in return again, and I lean fully into his touch when his hand slips up to hold my head again. Fuck it all to hell, I want this. I want this for always.
“What did you have planned for out here, baby?” he asks, tilting my head up a bit more to see him.
“Nothing,” I admit. “I had nothing and no one back in New York, just wanted answers, and when I found where Venus was, I said hell with it. Threw my stuff in my bag, hopped on a bus, and came out here for answers. I told myself I’d find a job out here, somewhere to live, and see if this place would be nicer to me.”
“No friends out here waiting for you to show up?” he questions, and I shake my head no. “Then you can stay with me without anyone coming looking for you?”
“You want me to stay the night?” I ask in surprise. I’ve never spent the whole night with anyone. Usually thrown out once the sex was finished and it’s just making it harder to not cling to him.
“I want you to stay for good, baby girl,” he replies, and I suck in a deep breath, shaking a bit trying to stop my instant desire to say yes.
