My Favorite Daddy (Dark Daddies 6)

He pulls me over toward the bed and pushes me down onto it. I arch an eyebrow.

“See, Daddy,” I say to him, “You don’t want to just kiss me.”

He laughs again. “Okay. Maybe you do know me as well as you think.”

I bite my lip as he presses me back onto the bed. My heart’s beating so fast as he kisses me, his hard body on top of mine.

“Zoe might see,” I gasp as he kisses my neck.

“She’s not going to walk into your room.”

“You don’t know Zoe.”

“I think the sound of you moaning will keep her at bay.”

“Brady!”

He laughs gently. “You mean, Daddy.”

“No, we can’t do this.”

“We can’t?” He smirks and kisses my again.

I moan into his kiss. I’m so lost, so broken, so confused, but there’s one thing I know right now, one thing I’m sure about.

Brady can make me feel good. So much better than I ever imagined.

He peels my shirt off in a frenzy. I roll over on top of him and pull his shirt off in turn, kissing his chest and his hard abs. He grunts as he pushes me over again and spins me around onto my stomach, tugging my jeans off over my ass.

He smirks and spanks me. I look at him, glaring.

“Quiet,” I warn.

“You don’t want it quiet, little Aria.”

“Just… quiet.”

He laughs and spanks me again. I groan as his hands tease me between my legs as he slides my panties down over my ass.

I’m practically shaking with anticipation. This is my bed, my bedroom, the place I’ve kept private for so long. And now he’s in here, Brady, this new man, this crazy man. I’m groaning as he spanks me again and spreads my ass to lick me top to bottom.

“Don’t act like you haven’t wanted this for a long time, little Aria,” he says gently. “Maybe you didn’t picture me, but you pictured someone fucking your tight little pussy in your bedroom.”

“Maybe,” I groan, wiggling my hips, as he slides his fingers in and out of me from behind.

“And now that it’s me, you couldn’t be happier. This is what you need, little Aria.”

“Oh, god, Daddy. You’re right.”

“I know I am.” He spanks me again and grabs my hips with both hands.

I feel him plunge his cock deep inside of me. I gasp, surprised at how easily he slips inside. There’s almost no pain at all this time, only pleasure, as he groans his enjoyment.

“Fuck, girl,” he whispers. “Look at this ass.”

I start to move up and down his shaft, pleasure flooding me. I expected it to hurt, at least a little bit, but this…

I’m getting used to him. And that means all I feel is pleasure.

He spanks me, the sting bringing back some of that pain, making the pleasure sweeter.

“Your tight cunt feels so fucking good.” He spanks me again. “Riding my big dick like this, you dirty fucking girl.”

I groan, pushing back, working my ass along his shaft. I didn’t expect to feel like this today, but all my fears, all my pain, it’s all gone, all erased.

Being with Brady does this to me. It drives me wild, pushes my boundaries, makes the hard things seem so easy. He makes me rethink what I ever considered was possible and I can barely control myself around him.

I’m moaning now and I have to bury my face in a pillow to get some control back. I can’t help it, though, his cock feels so good, thrusting deeper and deeper into my tight pussy.

He slaps my ass and grabs my hair. I want him to fuck me rough, to take me however he wants. I push back faster against him and he starts to thrust deeper, rougher, harder, my ass slapping back against his body.

“Fuck, girl,” he groans. “You want this cock hard, don’t you?”

“Please,” I moan. “Fuck me rough, Daddy. Show me how rough you can be.”

He groans and starts thrusting faster, harder, deeper. I gasp as some of the pain returns, but it’s flooded by pleasure, all of it mixing and mingling in my skin, driving me absolutely wild.

I ride him faster as he thrusts into me. I feel him reach around my hips and start to rub my clit, driving me completely insane.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp, biting down onto a pillow.

He grabs my hair, pulling tight, fucking me hard. We’re both sweating with effort and intensity.

“That’s right, don’t be too loud, little Aria. Your roommate might hear you taking my big fucking cock in your tight little cunt.”

“Oh, god,” I moan. “Please. Don’t stop.”

“You want me to keep telling you how filthy you are? How badly you love my cock? You don’t care about anything but getting fucked right now, little Aria. You need your big Daddy’s thick cock between your legs. That’s all you fucking need.”

I gasp and groan, pushing back against him, needing it so badly I can barely breathe. It rolls through my body, totally washing away the pain and the anguish from earlier today. All of my fear is gone, replaced by him, my Daddy, my Brady.