Daddy's Fiery Little (Wounded Daddies 5)

CHAPTER FIVE

Vanessa

His eyes are dark and commanding, and I can’t even begin to comprehend how powerfully they seem to bore into my soul. I feel almost paralyzed and even though I’m fully clothed, I have never felt so naked in my life.

“Get over here, little girl.” he says. He says it at a normal volume, but it still comes out as a growl. This is, without question, when I would ordinarily snap right back at him but something about his eyes prevents it.

I’m not afraid.

I’m just suddenly desperate for him in ways I can’t understand.

I walk up to him and he says, “There are consequences for talking to me the way you did.”

God.

God, his voice!

He is in such command, and his eyes, so dark and incredible, seem to dare me to test him, to see if he’s fooling around or committed to what he says. I swallow hard and can’t speak.

“Do you understand?”

I let out a surprised gasp because the demand for a response somehow translates directly into desperate desire between my legs.

“I asked you a question, little girl,” he growls.

Oh, God! Jesus!

“Yes, Daddy!” I cry.

I throw my arms around him and kiss him hard. He seems stunned but only for a second. Then, he kisses me back, and his kiss is powerful. It’s a kiss that tells me I’m no match for him and as much as I push back against him, he will always prevail, that any struggle of wills will result in me giving my will over to him. It is the most powerful, intense, and overwhelming kiss I have ever experienced.

I feel weak, like all my strength is used just to survive that kiss.

He breaks away just long enough to pull my shirt over my head. The moment I can, I put my lips back on him. As we kiss, he unbuttons my skirt and it falls to the floor. In another sixty seconds, I am naked, kissing him while he’s fully clothed. The imbalance feels strange and powerful, but the kisses leave me too weak and needy to really do anything about it.

His hands move down to my ass, and even that touch has me overpowered. I breathe out a sigh against his kiss and then he lifts me into the air. He turns me so I’m cradled in his arms and carries me along, depositing me onto the couch. I am just overwhelmed by it all but the moment I am seated, I reach for his belt and undo his buckle.

A moment later, I have his cock out and I pause for a second just staring at it. The man is very, very, very well endowed, and I find myself almost paralyzed. Micah puts his hand on the back of my head and says, “Go ahead little girl,” and pulls me forward. I sigh at his voice, still commanding and stern, and I open my mouth.

He lets out what sounds like a surprised gasp when my lips close over him, and I feel an exciting kind of power over it all. I moved my tongue around his crown inside my mouth and then move myself a little deeper. His reactions thrill me, and I lift a hand to his balls to gently caress them as I go about working to achieve more depth.

As I move my head, I realize I’ll not be able to get very deep with him so I do all I can to turn my tongue into some kind of impossibly good accessory, sliding and flicking and wigging along the underside of his cock to make it as good as I possibly can. I lift a hand to his shaft and use my hand and my mouth together while he moans and tightens his fingers in my hair.

The fastest way to end a blowjob from me is to try to direct me while it’s happening. Nonetheless, as Micah applies pressure and pulls me deeper or regulates my pace, I find myself thrilled with how he behaves instead of irritated. I have no idea why. Him taking control is wonderful instead of irritating.

I moved faster, moaning hungrily as I do. I often moan when giving a blowjob but it’s always for show, something I do because I know men like that. It makes it better for them and usually gets them off faster. It certainly isn’t something I do because I’m actually enjoying the blowjob.

Until now.

Now I’m really enjoying it and there’s nothing fake about the noises I make.

Micah’s moans thrill me, and I also love how he thrusts into my hand and mouth as he goes. I moved my tongue, suck, and moan as I feel him getting close. Suddenly, he lets go of the back of my head and says, “So good. I’m so close.”

I realize he’s concerned about cumming in my mouth.

I never let a guy cum in my mouth.

If he had held me there so it happened, I would have been very angry, probably. Somehow, since he doesn’t hold me in place, I don’t pull my mouth off and finish him with my hand. Instead, I suck even more hungrily and for the first time, a man achieves orgasm with my lips around him.