Ignoring my demand, she asks, “What are you doing here?” Her sniffle catches my attention.
“What the hell do you mean? Why wouldn’t I be here?” Now I’m getting mad.
“Onyx,”—I growl at my friend’s name—“says you’re a one-night-stand kind of guy.”
Freezing, her meaning becomes clear. She thought she was a one-night-stand.
“Not with you. Never with you,” I murmur, pushing my anger back. “You aren’t ready for everything I want from you, Celeste, so take my word. You are more than anything in this fucking world to me.”
Her watery eyes meet mine and I could drown in their depths happily.
“Yes, daddy.” She whispers the words that make my dick sing.
Celeste
I woke up this morning completely devastated, realizing our night was over. Martin was more than likely going to move on to the next girl and take my heart with him.
I left before he could wake up and tell me to leave. I didn’t want it to become awkward. So I tucked my tail between my legs, grabbed my clothes, and quietly snuck out the front door. Landing in my bed sometime after six, I immediately started crying.
My heart constricted into pain-filled contortions and I slipped into a dreamless state until I felt his presence in my dreams. Martin is commanding and domineering, taking over my senses even in slumber.
Opening my eyes to see him behind me, with his cock lodged deeply into my pussy, I thought it was a joke. He couldn’t be real.
Until he bent over my back and demanded I call him daddy.
Something I don’t even call my own father.
It should be a turnoff.
But it’s dirty.
Naughty fun.
Every time the word leaves my mouth, I feel his cock jump and a growl erupts from somewhere deep in his throat, vibrating throughout his entire body.
“Say it again.” Martin grunts as he pulls my hips as far back into his body as he can.
“Harder, daddy,” I moan, arching my back into his touch.
“That’s right, baby. Enjoy every filthy fucking moment.” His tone is rough, husky, as possessive as his hold.
His hips move in and out, faster with each thrust, and I’m helpless to do anything but enjoy it. The more he takes from me, the more I want to give back to him.
I hadn’t meant to fall in love. I hadn’t meant to do anything but give my virginity to a man who was worthy and knew exactly how to please a woman without instruction.
“Oh, daddy!” I scream as my orgasm rips through me, taking us both by surprise and making stars dot my vision.
“Celeste,” Martin groans behind me, and when I feel him start to pull out, I push back, tightening my hold on his hardness. I chase him until he’s left with no option but to release in me. “Fuck, girl.”
The warmth coats my channel and I lay languid, enjoying having part of him inside me. Even as I feel his pleasure slip free, I revel in how well he can give us what we both need.
Draping his body over mine, Martin kisses along my neck, nipping where he can, and asks, “Are you on the pill?”
Staring up into his beautiful blue gaze, I tell him honestly, “No.”
His body goes tight, his stare narrows, and I start to wish I’d lied when he finally responds.
That was dangerous. You know you could get pregnant.” It’s not really a question.