Don't Call Me Daddy
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god!” She jerks and shudders.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She’s practically dripping with desire now. Her motions become erratic, but I keep her in place so I can keep slapping her ass while I focus on her clit. Her moans get louder. She’s so fucking close. My cock throbs against my pants, begging to be released, begging for a taste of her.
“I’m gonna come!” She pushes up and squeals.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I keep spanking her ass and rubbing her pussy until she erupts in bliss. That isn’t enough for me. I carry her through the peak, and then I make her come again. My cock begins to ache for the same thing. I fumble with my pants and unbutton them. That feels better, even if it isn’t inside her. I stop when she finally goes limp across my knee. Completely satisfied. Totally exhausted from the shockwaves of pleasure.
“Good lord…” She exhales sharply. “That was even better than last time.”
“I think we’re figuring this out, aren’t we?” I look down at her and smile.
“Yeah.” She pushes up until I can pull her into my arms. “Thank you.”
I hold Ainsley in my arms for a couple of minutes, and then her lips begin to nibble on my neck, and she works her way up to my ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.” She purrs. “Please, I want to be a good girl for you now.”
“You will be.” I reach down and strip her panties off her legs.
I’m overcome with desire. I never thought hearing someone call me Daddy would make my dick throb, but this is different. This is dirty passion, illicit desire, and fuck if my body doesn’t react to it.
I lift up and drop Ainsley on the bed. She lands on her hands and knees. I don’t give her a chance to turn over. I jerk her hips to the edge of the bed, move her skirt out of the way, and drive my cock into her from behind. I start thrusting before we even get situated on the mattress. I have a hunger that needs to be satisfied, and her pussy is the only thing that can do it.
“That feels good!” Ainsley moans.
“Now you’re going to show me how good you can be.” I hold on to her hips and thrust.
She’s so fucking tight, but her body knows how to adjust to me. She’s already mine. She knows it as much as I do. It doesn’t take long for my cock to throb. I can feel her getting close to an orgasm, and I have a pent-up need begging to be released inside her. I lean forward, sliding my hands up her body until I’m squeezing her tits while I thrust. I pull and tear at her top until her nipples are exposed, then I squeeze her tits harder.
“God, yes!” She lets out a gasp and a loud moan. “Fuck me, Daddy. Don’t stop!”
I move a hand to her back, and it gets tangled in her hair. I pull on it and hear a whimper of excitement that tells me she likes it. Every thrust is harder than the one before it. Our bodies get tense, driven by primal urges that won’t let us stop until both of us are satisfied. I drive my dick as deep as it will go, over and over, intentionally hitting her g-spot every single time. I finally feel her pussy spasm on my length. I can’t hold back anymore. Her head flies back as her orgasm begins, and she screams for mine.
I grunt and growl as the ecstasy consumes me. We erupt in bliss at the same time. I fill her with my seed, and her sweet, beautiful spasms drain every drop from my balls as she hits the peak of pleasure. It feels so fucking wrong for it to end. I keep going until I force her body to come for me one more time. It’s all we have left.
We mutter to each other. Soft words. Echoes and whispers of the passion that got us to this point. She falls forward on the bed, and I pull her into my arms as I collapse. Neither one of us have anything else to offer. We’re both exhausted. We lay silent for some time before she finally turns over in my arms.
“Thank you.” Her emerald eyes meet my stare. “I know you didn’t want to do that at first, but I’m glad you did.”
“Yeah.” I exhale sharply. “I’m glad I did too.”
It’s the truth. I didn’t want her to call me Daddy at first, but I gave in. I enjoyed it. This gorgeous woman has breathed life back into my body and taught me things about myself I didn’t know. I’m exhausted, but my soul is awake.
I have a reason to live now.
She’s given it to me.
Chapter Seventeen
Ainsley
I fall asleep in Lawson’s arms as content as I possibly can be. He’s so patient and kind. He doesn’t let the missteps ruin things. I can’t imagine many guys being totally uncomfortable with someone’s desires and still doing everything they can to fulfill them. He’s a dream come true, and an amazing part of every dream I have until I finally wake up the next morning. The first thought on my mind is that we don’t have much time together.