Page 25 of Obsessed Daddy
Bella is a smart and captivating girl who still needs me to keep her safe, and I’ll do whatever I need to make sure she is.
She pinches her mouth closed like a little brat and stares up at me with defiance in her eyes.
“Oh, you’re going to play like that? Those beautiful eyes aren’t going to save you tonight. You need to tell Daddy what you did.”
As she continues to stare blankly at me, I can’t help but grin. “Does that mean you need it extra hard tonight? I need you to know how serious Daddy is on this.”
She shrugs ever so slightly, a smirk swallowed behind pinched lips. Something about this sends a shock of need to my cock. This little girl likes to play, and I sure as fuck plan to play back.
I stuff my hand beneath her hip and lift her shiny, wet pussy toward my cock, slapping her seam with my heavy dick over and over as I move her closer.
She jumps and yelps under my touch. “Stop! That’s so loud!”
“Then behave,” I growl, “and take your pounding like a good girl.”
Her legs spread open for me, though she squirms playfully as I position myself at her soaking, little cunt.
Fucking hell, she’s hot.
“If you don’t want the house to wake up, you better be quiet,” I say, stretching her open slowly. “I’m not stopping until my balls are empty again.”
She grips my wrists as I hold her hips up against mine and thrust with a hard slapping motion that echoes through the room.
“Daddy,” she sighs, the word sending a buzz to my cock I’m not prepared for, “right there.”
God, I love when she calls me Daddy!
I need it! I live for it! It’s all I fucking want in this world!
“Does it hurt this time?” I groan, thumping into her tiny little hole as carefully as an unhinged man can.
“A little,” she swallows hard and stares up at me in the dark-lit room, “but I like it.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re Daddy’s girl. Daddy’s girl loves taking his cock, doesn’t she?”
Her pussy tightens around my dick in a throbbing motion that has my fucking balls ready to spill.
“Yes,” she hisses, “I’m Daddy’s girl. I’m Daddy’s girl, and I’m gonna come… so fucking hard.” Her tits sway back and forth as I thump into her needy little frame, desperate to unload.
I slow my pulse and stare down at her. “First, tell Daddy what you learned here. Tell Daddy you won’t sneak off again.”
“I won’t sneak off,” she pants rapidly. “Fuck me! Please!”
Jesus Christ.
Her pussy grips my cock tighter. Half a thrust and I’m lost in a wave of pleasure that sends my hips forward and my head back, my balls immediately emptying inside of her.
My little girl follows suit, moaning out for Daddy as she convulses on her childhood bed.
I’m trying to stay quiet, though I don’t know how well I’m succeeding. The whole thing is a blur at this point. All I really know is how good it feels to be inside her warmth.
I stay there for a long moment, pumping inside of her slowly as I come down from the high, finally collapsing besideher on the tiny twin-sized bed. My legs hang off the end, but as I tug her tired frame on top of mine… this moment is perfection.
“So this is your childhood bedroom.” I glance toward a kitten poster on the wall. It’s not the classic pose where the kitten is holding on for dear life. Instead, it’s a cat wearing sunglasses with a quote beneath him.‘Don’t stress meow-t.’I grin as I say, “You haven’t redecorated in a while.”
“Nope!” She smiles and rests her head against my chest. “That poster has been reminding me to chill for twenty-four years. I might even take it with me when I move.”
“Is that right? You want this hanging in our cabin somewhere?”
