Daddy's Little Runaway (Daddy 11)

“I blurted it out when I got home. I could never keep anything from her. She wasn’t mad or anything. She just wished I’d waited until I was in love.”

“How about we decide this is your first time? The last time didn’t count.”

“Really, we can do that?”

“Baby, we can do whatever we want.”

“I’d really like you to be the first one.”

“Oh, pet. Not only the first one but the only one. Do you understand?”

Her eyes widened.

“You give yourself to me, and you’ll stay mine forever.”

“You can’t know if you’ll want me down the road.”

“Do you want to bet? You have to remember I’m older than you and have a hell of a lot of experiences under my belt. I knew the moment I saw you that I’d make you mine. The only thing that will hold us back is you. I won’t push you into anything you don’t want.”

“How can I not want you? You’re handsome, strong, and caring. I feel safe with you. I trust you more than anyone else in my life, even more than my grandmother and aunt.”

“That makes me feel good. I’ve said it before, and I meant it. I will take such good care of you.”

“I believe you … Daddy.”

“Jesus, woman,” he growled, bent, and took her lips in a searing kiss.

Her breathing was choppy, and her body hummed when he lifted his head. His lips slid to her cheek and then lower to her neck. Her breath caught when she realized he still had his large finger inside of her but wasn’t moving it.

She lifted her hips. “Please make the ache go away.”

“I will … when I’m ready. I want to play for a bit first.”

Her breath caught in her throat when he pulled out and then pushed two fingers into her, stretching her at the same time he lightly bit her nipple.

“Oh, God.”

Just two of his fingers were larger than the boy that she’d had sex with. That made her remember his cock, and then worry started to take place. If two of his fingers felt like they could tear her apart, what would his cock feel like?

“Easy, baby. Don’t tighten up on me. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

She exhaled and nodded.

He continued his assault on her senses, pushing her farther and farther away from sanity but closer and closer to the edge of something she didn’t understand but wanted desperately.

She was startled when he moved down and used his shoulders to part her legs far enough apart, so he had room between them.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked anxiously as she tried to close her legs at the same time she tried to pull him back up.

“Well, pet. I told you earlier that I was going to taste every part of you, and I’m going to. I’m going to make you come with my tongue in your cunt and my finger up your ass before I fuck you and make you come again.”

“What? You can’t be in my bottom.”

“Oh, baby. I’m going to spend a lot of time in your tight bottom, and I guarantee you’ll enjoy every bit of it.”

Before she could say anything else, he bent his head and sucked on her clit, making her scream and him chuckle.

He kept up the caress before pushing his tongue into her cunt. Her fists gripped the sheet under her, and her feet dug into the mattress as she tried to lever herself closer to his mouth. At that moment, she was mindless with pleasure.

She felt his finger pump into her pussy and then lower. She didn’t get the chance to tense before he thrust it through the muscle of her ass until he couldn't go any farther. Her breath got caught in her throat when she tried to scream.

“Oh, God, Oh, God.”

“You like this, I can tell.”

She tried to shake her head. She never knew this type of touching could happen, and the fact it made her feel out of control with need shocked her.

He started pumping his finger in and out of her bottom while his mouth worked on her clit and cunt.

It wasn’t long before a tension that bordered on pain tightened her stomach.

“Oh, please.”

“I know, pet. I want you to come for me.”

“It’s too much.”

“No, it’s not. I’ve got you. I won't let anything happen to you. I want you to fly, baby.”

Any control she thought she had was gone, and she was thrown into a vortex of sensation that took her sanity and breath.

“That’s it. A little more,” he murmured against her cunt.

When he got every bit of pleasure she could take, he stopped. She lay on the mattress with her eyes closed, her breath billowing in and out of her lungs and her heart beating out of control.

She looked to the side to see him wiping his hand off with the towel he’d worn after the shower and then reach into his nightstand and pull out a condom. She watched as he rolled it on and then came over her as she tried to gain some control of her breathing.

He spread her legs apart, gripped the back of her head with one hand, and the other slid between them.

“Are you doing okay?’