Page 18 of Obsessed Daddy
I’m going to hell. I’m sure of it.Sadly, though, at this point, I’d probably risk eternal damnation if it means holding on to whatever this is for just a few more days.
“Grab on to Daddy’s shoulders,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I’m going to lean in slowly. Bite down on me if you want me to stop.”
My skin heats and my heart pounds as I rest my head against his bare chest and breathe him in.
Someone pounds on the door, and the chair is shaking as the muffled sounds of the band echo through the walls, but I’ve never cared about anything less.
All I’m feeling is his heavy, hard cock, spreading me wide. All I want is his dominance, his escape. I want it like I was made for him, like he was made for me.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls low as he presses in further, “you’re so fucking tight. Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. Let Daddy in more.”
I swallow hard and breathe slowly as my body adjusts to his size. The pain subsides with each thrust, and soon I feel nothing but pleasure.
Slick, wet, hot, deep, fulfilling pleasure.
“That so good! Don’t stop, Daddy!”
“You’re about to be mine.” He thumps into me faster, scrubbing his thick cock inside of me like he’s desperate toease the gnawing ache that’s been plaguing him. It’s possessive, obsessive, and primal in a way I’ve never experienced in my life.
The band continues to play, but all I hear is the sound of our sweaty, sticky bodies crashing against one another as it bounces off the walls of the small room.
He’s got a hold of my throat now as he bucks wildly against my frame. “Come on Daddy’s cock. I need it.”
The door pushes open slightly as though someone’s unlocked it and they’re trying to jimmy the chair out of the way. We could be caught at any second, and anyone could see us.
With the way news travels around here, it would take three minutes for my sister to find out. This possible life-altering reality should frighten me. I’m on the edge of the abyss, gazing at the chaos that door opening could bring. My sister will hate me, my mother will disown me, and I’ll never be able to show my face in town again. I’ll be forever known as the girl who fucked her sister’s ex-fiancé.
Lucky for me, the abyss keeps looking back, screaming that this is hot as fuck and to keep going!
“Right there,” I moan, ignoring everything but him. “That’s the spot!” I sigh uncontrollably, heat rising and tightening in my core as his lips crush against mine and my legs wrap around his waist, squeezing us together.
“Fuck… I’m going to empty inside of you!”
“Do it, Daddy! Make me yours!”
“Oh, you’re mine, little girl! You’re my little, fucking obsession!” He growls thrusting into me harder and faster, grunt after grunt expelling from his throat with desperation until we both lose it.
My head flies back, my hips tighten, and I cream all over his hard cock, screaming his name over and over again as he snarls and growls, crashing into me repeatedly, one single wordon his breath as the chair finally gives and the bartender stomps in.
‘Mine.’
Chapter Eight
Clint
In a world where I could control myself, I’d have taken Bella home, laid her down in a field of fucking daisies, and made love to her slow and passionately. I’d have played soft music, brought a picnic, told her how beautiful she is, and worn a fucking condom. Instead, I ravished her in the most primitive way possible and gave everyone in town a show after we were done.
“Do you think he recognized me?” Bella asks, her eyes on mine in the dim light inside the truck.
“You kept your head buried against me. I’m pretty sure you’re okay. I’ve done a lot of work for the bar over the years, so I hope Mullet will try and control the damage.”
“You really think so? If my sister finds out, we’re totally screwed.”
I pull the truck to the edge of the road, headlights shining into the dark forest, fog rolling off the light. “Look at me, little girl.”
She stares toward me, her soft, little hand landing in mine. “We’re going to go back to my place, I’m going to make you some cocoa, and you’re going to paint. You still like painting, right?”
“You remember that I liked painting?”
