Please, Daddy (Jackson Family 2)

DARREN

I leaned up on my elbows, licking my lips. Fuck, she tasted so sweet. I could eat her out all fucking day long, especially as long as she continued calling me Daddy.

As soon as that word had come out of her mouth, I’d almost fucking come in my jeans. I had no fucking idea I had a thing for that kind of shit, but apparently, I did.

Juliana’s chest was heaving up and down, but her hands were beginning to slowly lose their tight grip on the couch. I took in the room around me in a quick sweep, needing her on a bigger, flatter surface so I could take her like I really wanted.

But goddammit, of course I chose the fucking room with no bed. I made a mental note in my head to tell my brother to put beds in all the damn rooms because this was damn inconvenient.

I looked back down at her to find her soulful, dark eyes already watching me. I slid my hand over her thigh, watching as her body trembled beneath my touch, her lips parting the tiniest bit.

“You up for more?” I asked her.

She frowned in confusion. I slid my hand further up her body, stopping at the dip in her waist. I gave it a light squeeze. “More playtime, baby.”

She licked her lips and nodded her head. I stood from the couch and grabbed her under her arms, pulling her to her feet. Then, I grabbed her hand and led her over to the swing in the middle of the room. I wanted her restrained and completely at my mercy, and since it seemed like I had chosen the damn worst room in this entire building, I was going to have to make do with what I had.

Because I fucking needed this woman.

I turned to her once we were standing in front of it. God, she was so fucking beautiful, every fucking inch of her. She was curvy with thick thighs and a hell of an ass, and I loved that her belly wasn’t flat. I liked my women with a bit of meat on their bones.

Because I wasn’t a man that was gentle with his women. They needed to be able to take what I gave.

“You okay with the swing?” I asked her.

She just stared at me for a moment, her eyes clouding a little bit as she slightly withdrew from the moment. I frowned and reached up, cupping the side of her neck. Her breath hitched, those dark eyes locking on mine.

“I don’t know what you’re normally used to, little girl,” a soft moan followed those words that had my dick straining to be released, “but I ask permission from you for everything we do in this room together. And I need answers when I ask them.”

She nodded her head at me. I sighed, trying not to lose my patience with her. Something was keeping her silent, and if I had to place money on it, it was most likely something traumatic.

“Yes to the swing?” I asked her.

Her eyes lit up with relief that I was putting forth the effort to understand her way of communication. Anger swirled in my gut, but I pushed it back down. It wouldn’t do me any good to get pissed about her mistreatment here, and it would most definitely scare her off if I did.

But I knew without a doubt that when I left here later, I was bringing her with me.

I helped her into the swing and strapped her in before I stepped back and slowly ran my eyes over her. “Fuck, baby girl,” I rasped.

Nervousness was ringing in her eyes, but I fully intended to wipe that away. I would take care of her, and I knew she would enjoy every bit of what I gave to her.

I stripped out of my clothes, my skin tingling a bit as she ran her eyes over every bit of skin I slowly exposed to her hungry eyes. Her breathing picked up a little, her hands curling around the chains above her hands. Her pussy was glistening, begging for my mouth again.

And I wouldn’t disappoint her. I fucking needed to taste her again before I buried my cock inside of her.

Once I was completely naked, I walked over to her and lightly wrapped my hand around her throat, pulling her lips up to mine. She moaned into the kiss, her tongue sliding with mine so fucking erotically that precum slipped from the tip of my cock.

I slowly separated our lips and gripped her waist, bending my head to feast on her fucking amazing tits. They were full and heavy, and just a bit bigger than my hand, which I fucking loved.

This woman was more than a handful, and I couldn’t have been more damn pleased by that fact.

She was moaning, little cries ripping from her lips as she tried pushing her body more towards mine, but with her hanging like she was, it was making it difficult for her to do so.

She was at my mercy.

I left her breasts, moving my lips and tongue down her belly, my hands following that same path until I was kneeling between her legs again.

She was so fucking wet.

“This where you want me, little girl?” I rasped, letting my thumbs tease the inside of her thighs right next to her wet cunt.

She nodded her head, her breaths panting in and out of her, her tits jiggling with each breath. “Can I get a vocal confirmation, baby doll?” I asked her, blowing a soft breath over her wet heat.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered out.

“Good girl,” I rumbled.

Not wanting to push her too far and make her feel unsafe, I slipped two fingers inside of her, curling them just right as I tongue fucked her clit, continuously drawing her to the edge just as I had before, quickly retreating right before she tumbled over the edge. Her clit was swollen, and her legs were trembling. I positioned myself so I was no longer kneeling and quickly drew her to the edge again.

But this time, I switched my tongue out for my thumb and stood to my feet, my eyes on her face as she got ready to come.

Then, I slid deep inside of her, my hand wrapping around her throat, my other arm wrapping around her left thigh as I began to fuck her hard and fast, anchoring her body to mine.

I’d never heard sexier fucking sounds in my life.

“You’re mine,” I growled at her, meaning every fucking word of it. After tonight, there was no goddamn way she was staying here.

I needed her with me.

I was fucking collaring her.

And I was going to find out why the fuck this woman was so goddamn quiet.

Her panicked eyes shot up to mine. I forced myself to slow my movements, my eyes never leaving hers. Women like her – they understood sex because they lost themselves in the act of it.

And submissives? They left their torment behind by letting someone else control them for a little while.

“Easy,” I rasped, slowly rocking in and out of her. “My claim on you isn’t the end of the world, little girl.” Her pussy walls clamped around me. I sucked in a sharp breath of air, my arm momentarily tightening around her thigh. “Me claiming you – that means I take care of your every need. You never have to worry about a damn thing ever again.” She was slowly losing that panicked look in her eyes, and a tightness I hadn’t known had been in my chest began to ease with it.

Fuck. I was in deep. Now I understood how my brother felt with Emmaline.