Eyes For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 2)

Yeah, no. I’m good on that.

Getting up slowly from the bed, I position myself by the door just by the time Jason reaches it, quickly turning the knob.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his tone is firm. He seems almost annoyed by my sudden move. I can see his eyes as the light from the hall spills into the room, noticing the annoyed expression on his face.

“I was thinking about going back to my room,” I confess, feeling brave enough to be honest.

He takes a step forward into the room, turning around to shut the door and twisting the lock to the right.

His eyes narrowed as he turns his attention toward me.

“When I told you to wait in my room, it wasn’t because I wanted you to take a nap and then go back to yours.” He sounds exasperated. “You know exactly why I’ve told you to come here,” he growls at me.

I feel the sweat break on my face as my heart hammers in my chest. A vague sense of fear causes a tingling rush to consume me. I can’t seem to move, it’s as if I’m frozen in place.

“Tonight will be a night you will never slip from your memory,” he assures me, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. His voice is as hard as stone, but I can see the thrill in both that smile on his face, and twinkle in his eyes as he flips on the bedroom light.

He begins to undress

out of his button-down, not caring whether I avert my eyes.

His eyes remain on mine as he removes the remaining pieces of his clothing, standing now completely naked in front on me while I’m still here dressed in my robe.

Well, I take it Jason is one to get right to the point. I should’ve guessed this by the rate the night has been going.

He rubs his cock as he takes a step forward, just inches from me now as I notice it growing harder and harder with each rub. How does he plan to —

“I won’t hurt you… too much.” He grins, wrapping his rough hand around my throat, consuming it by his palm alone, and pushing me down to the bed.

His strength, his intimidation; I know there’s no way I’m leaving this bed, even if I do try. Struggling would be useless.

Honestly, I’m beginning to think of how much I don’t want to escape the bad, I’m finding more out about myself in the process. Even though it’s damn well annoying, I’m enjoying his teasing, his unnerving presence; I’m more turned on than ever. But what do I know anyway as an eighteen-year-old virgin…

“Open your mouth,” he growls at me, with his hungry eyes.

Shit. He’s serious.

I quickly do as instructed, parting my lips as far as I can in waits for the next move.

My submission evokes a moan from his lips as he slowly brings the tip of his cock to my mouth.

“Tonight, tonight will be all about me.” He grins, straddling my knees and tearing the bathrobe from me. I feel the cool air prickle my skin with goosebumps as my body is now fully exposed to him, the man here to claim me.

His eyes move to my nipples as I feel them perk up, almost as if to greet him. I feel his hand slide down my body, trailing along my waist and down to my legs as he pushes my right knee, parting my thighs so they’re now spread wide.

“Yes, that’s it, little one.” He nods his head as if he approves of everything that’s happening, everything he’s laying his eyes on at the moment.

His approval is the only thing that matters and oddly enough, all I’m craving at this second.

His hand sinks down between my legs as he slips two fingers inside me in one swift motion, causing an involuntary moan to escape as I try to remain as quiet as possible.

“You thought I was only here to take what I want and then what, let you leave? Darling, real men please their women before feeling the pleasure themselves.”

He removes his fingers just to slam them right back into my wet hole, making me ache for his hardness inside me.

A whimper slips out of me; wiggling under his touch as I try to push away from the intensity his fingers bring.

“Be. Still.” He glares at me, his look alone telling me I should listen…