Page 26 of Your Daddy Does It Better
“When I was younger, I belonged to a gang. I knew a guy whose sister they raped, and you know what his parents did?”
I shake my head.
He shifts on the bed, his elbows on his knees, eyes cast down. “They killed her. Fucked up, isn’t it? She was raped, and instead of helping her, they killed her because she had dishonored them.” Bryce turns to look at me, his eyes haunted. “The fucked-up part is that the girl’s family apologized to the rapist and his family. Their daughter got raped, and they sided with the rapist. If they really wanted to do something about her honor, they should have slit the motherfuckin’ rapist’s throat. Paul made his choice, and I made mine. It was about honor. By hurting you, he became what I detest most in this world. No man has a right to put his hands on a woman unless it’s making her come repeatedly, per her request.”
Bryce turns and grips my head, bringing me toward him. His forehead touches mine, and he whispers, “Can you forgive me?”
“Forgive you? For what?”
“For letting you see the darkness within me.”
My heart aches for him, for the sadness in his life, and for the devastation of my existence. I crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “We are multi-layered, Bryce. Your darkness does not define you. But for me to love you, I need to comprehend its capabilities. You can’t truly love without knowing all the dark corners that remain. You may have done some bad things, but you are not an evil man. Trust me, I’ve seen evil men.”
He pushes my hair behind my ear and smiles. “You might change your mind based on what I tell you next.”
“I doubt it.”
“When you were sleeping earlier in the city, I saw your pussy and wanted to fuck you.”
“Okay.”
“I still want to fuck you while you’re sleeping.”
“I’m not opposed to it. I trust you.”
Holding me with one arm, he leans over and opens his nightstand drawer, pulling out a pill bottle and shaking the contents.
“What’s that?”
“Just sleeping pills. I have bad insomnia.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
BRYCE
I’ve explored every inch of Isla for thirty minutes while she sleeps. She didn’t bat an eye about the sleeping pills; she just took one with a glass of water.
And I’m now gazing at her pussy. Her legs are spread, and my fingers pull at her fat pussy lips. I inhale her distinct scent, and I'm hooked like a junkie after his first hit.
I pull her lips apart and roll the tip of my tongue up and down her center, coating my tongue with her essence. My teeth graze her clit, and I suck it into my mouth before biting gently. My cock’s rock hard at the idea of slapping her pussy until it goes red. The vision is crystal in my mind; Isla bare before me, writhing in pleasurable pain and begging for more.
Once I’m satisfied she’s wet, I line up my cock and penetrate her warm cunt. “Fuck, Isla. What have you done to me?”
I pull her legs over my shoulders and watch my cock disappear inside her. The sound of her wet cunt is like an orchestra while she sleeps like an angel sent from heaven. I turn my face to my phone resting on the nightstand. “That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
Placing her ankles by my shoulders to allow deeper penetration, I grab her nipples and tug so hard that her torso lifts off the bed. “I’m so deep, slut. Daddy’s touching your womb. I’m going to fill you with so much cum, baby. If you’re an extra good girl, I’ll let you have a shot for breakfast. Not so much your pup now, am I? Maybe I’ll make you sit by my feet like a little bitch and lick cum off my boot.”
I abandon her nipples and knead her tit. It’s so large that I can’t fit it all in my hand. I fucking love her massive tits. “Fuck, your body is so perfect. So fuckin’ sexy. Every damn inch of you.”
My other hand roams her body until I reach her gorgeous cunt. I rub her clit, and she moans but remains asleep.
“Bryce,” she purrs.
“Shh, baby. It’s all right. It’s just Daddy breeding you.” I grip her throat, holding her still as I ram my cock deep inside her. “I’m going to split this sweet pussy apart, baby. You’ll feel Daddy in your pussy for days. I want you so sore you can’t walk. I want my cum dripping out of your cunt.”
The savage movement of my hips as I thrust into her has me on the edge. I rub her clit in circles as I rotate my hips, hitting her G-spot and growling as I fill her womb.
I pull out of her slowly and lower her legs onto the bed, moving down her body to watch my cum slowly drip out of her perfect pink pussy. “You look so sexy with my cum in your pussy.” My mouth waters at the thought of licking her clean. Instead, I push my cum back in. “Don’t spill a drop, Rabbit.”
