Yes Daddy

His damp hair and cool face work their way down my belly until his hot mouth covers my pussy. As he sucks my clit, he slips a finger inside me, and I let the sensations wash over me.

“God, it feels so good.” I rock my hips upward, pushing myself against his ravaging mouth while pulling his head forward, fingers gripping tight in his hair.

“Tastes so good,” he mutters into my sex as he eats me like a starved man.

“Please…” I start to beg, needing more, and his mouth and fingers bring me to the edge before stopping, leaving me breathless. “No…don’t stop…”

“Do you want to come, little girl?” he asks, his single finger still inside me as I clench my muscles around him, trying futilely to make him move.

“Yes,” I whimper, but I look down to see him shake his head.

“Not the right answer, Bambina. What do you say when I ask you a question?”

“Ugh,” I moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Better.” His eyes are dark as my legs tremble, my muscles tight and ready to explode. “Do you want me to let you come?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My voice is weak and desperate as the smallest of smiles curves his lips.

“Good girl.” He holds me tight against his mouth, his teeth grating against my clit, and I let my head fall back again as bliss takes over.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s like he’s making love to my soul with his mouth, and before I know it, I’m tumbling into a mind-numbing climax. Wave after wave of my orgasm takes over, the euphoria the only thing I know.

I let myself go, and Vito’s mouth pushes me immediately into another climax until I’m not sure of my name, but I definitely know his.

Then it dawns on me again. I still don’t know his last name…

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper, my entire body slack as I wonder what is going to happen from here. “That was…”

“Yes, Bambina, it’s my job to give this to you. Your job is to give yourself to me.”

Vito lies next to me, pulling my body against him, and I sigh.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, baby?”

“I feel like I know you but don’t know you at all.” I yawn. My eyes are barely open. “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

He strokes my hair, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll tell you everything. But for now, I want you to sleep. I’ll watch over you, Bambina. Just sleep.”

8

Vito

I LEAN DOWN AND PRESS my face into her blonde hair. The sun is shining through the bedroom window across her sweet face, and my heart leaps.

When she called me Daddy that first time, something exploded inside of me. I’d never thought of being referred to that way before, but when it slipped from Esme’s lips, what I already knew was something beyond special became a once-in-a-lifetime revelation.

She was meant for me, and she has given me something I didn’t even know I needed.

For the last two hours, she’s been sleeping, and I’ve spent the majority of that time just watching her, thoughts of what I want from her making my already rock-hard cock harder, but it’s more than just sex.

There are ways I want to care for her I never considered before. I want to consume her. I’ve never been a jealous man before. No one has ever lit me up like Esme has in the last twenty-four hours.

I settle back in next to her as she stirs. I’ve washed, dried and pressed her dress, and made note that she needs a whole new wardrobe. I plan on making that happen for her as soon as possible.

I’ve put on a new suit, the jacket hanging on a chair next to the bed.

“Hey.” Her sleepy voice drifts to my ears.

“Hey yourself.” I run my fingers down her cheek. “You feeling okay, baby?”

She nods and swallows, throwing an arm around my waist and tucking her head against me. “Yes, I’m sorry, I just got so tired. Who knew orgasms could do that to you?” She looks up and smiles.

“Who knew?”

“What time is it?”

“Time to get up and dressed. I want you to come downstairs and help me make a few more decisions about the renovations. I want it done as soon as possible, so that you can be comfortable here.”

She looks perplexed.

“What?” I ask.

“Well, I keep asking about you. You want me to help you decide things about your house, but I still don’t even know your name. Like, your last name I mean. Or, I don’t know, if you don’t want to give me that, then what’s your favorite Netflix series? That’s important, you know.”

I chuckle. “Yes, very important question. I don’t watch TV. I have one, I just don’t watch it.”

“Wow.” She looks out the window, shifting the sheet that already only half covers her unbelievable curves, and my cock jerks in my pants. “Okay, I can live with that. Just know I do watch TV, so you may have to make some concessions.”