My Favorite Daddy (Dark Daddies 6)

He pushes me down onto the bed.

“You’re lying to me,” he says softly, looking down at me.

I lean back on my elbows and look back at him. “Why do you think that?”

“I can see it written all over you, little Aria.” He leans over me, taking my chin in his hands. “You don’t have to tell me the truth now. I won’t force you. But I will punish you.”

I glare back at him. I feel my anger rising. “Why do you think this is any of your business?”

“Because you’ve been bought and paid for. Don’t forget it, little Aria.”

I feel my anger flare up. I know he’s right and I put myself in this position, but he’s still an asshole. And I’m an idiot for starting to think that he’s not a cocky bastard.

He kisses me rough and grabs my hair tight. Pleasure and anger flare through me, almost in equal measure as he pushes me back down onto the bed.

He pulls at my jeans and tugs them off. He kisses my neck and slides my shirt up, kissing my stomach, my chest, my breasts. He practically tears my bra off and cups my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

He undresses me so fast and mercilessly. I’m left panting on my back as he crushes me on the bed, pulling my hair, gripping my hips, kissing my skin. I’m buzzing with him, shaking from desire as it flows all through my veins.

He slides my panties off and turns me over onto my stomach. I gasp as he lifts my hips up, getting me onto all fours, only to push me back down onto my elbows.

I look over my shoulder as he spreads my ass wide and licks me top to bottom. I groan and glare and I’m not sure if I want to tell him to fuck off or if I want to beg him to keep going. The uncertainty, the anger, I think it actually makes this even better.

He licks my pussy and I can’t help but groan. He spanks my ass, nice and hard, sending chills up my spine.

“You want to lie to me, little Aria?” he asks. “That’s okay. You can lie to me. But you’re going to deal with my punishment.”

“Oh, yeah? And why do you think you can punish me?”

He laughs softly and spanks me again. “Because you fucking like it, that’s why.”

I glare at him now. “I don’t like it.”

“You do. You’re a dirty, filthy girl. You’re just starting to figure out how much you crave my nice, hard cock, and it scares you a little bit, doesn’t it? You’re terrified just how badly you want to get fucked now. It’s like an addiction and you’re deep into it.”

He slides two fingers inside of my pussy and licks my ass. I gasp, fingers tightening on the sheets. I never thought I’d let a man do this to me, never thought it would feel this good, but he’s right. I hate him for it, but he’s right.

I’m addicted. I need his big, fat dick, and I need it now.

“Fine,” I groan. “Okay, fine, Daddy. I need your cock. Is that what you want to hear?”

He smirks at me, fingers still sliding in and out of my pussy. “That’s exactly what I want to hear. But you’re just saying it to get what you want, aren’t you?”

“Oh, screw you.”

He laughs again. “Exactly. You pretend like you’re this good girl, always helping people, but deep down you just want to get fucked and spanked. You want to swallow my cum and beg me for more when I’m finished. You’re filthy, little Aria. Just accept it.”

I groan as he licks me again. I watch him take his shirt and jeans off, staying in position, letting him look at my ass and pussy. I’m dripping wet, practically dripping onto the bedspread, but I don’t care.

He’s right, he’s right about me. I hate how right he is, how much I want to get fucked, to taste his cock, to gag as he slides it down my throat. I want to ride him over and over, ride him until I’m sweating and out of breath, and I want to come hard as he spanks my ass raw.

Oh, god. He’s right. I’m fucking filthy.

His cock is big and hard as he kneels behind me again, stroking himself slowly. I feel a spike of fear run through me as he spanks my ass again.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly. “You’ll be able to handle it this time.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re not a little virgin anymore, Aria. You’re mine.”

I feel him tease my pussy with his tip before slowly pushing himself inside. I groan, tensing, but he’s right. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time. There’s still some pain lingering from yesterday, but it’s dull and distant.