Daddy's Little Liar (Daddy 12)

Chapter Twenty

She moved a few steps away and started pulling her shirt and bra off. Next came her skirt and panties. She watched them cautiously as she crawled onto the mattress.

“Good girl. Now lie on your stomach.”

She rolled and then lay there quietly. She heard them behind her but was afraid to look. Oh, she knew down deep he wouldn’t hurt her, but what he had planned for her wouldn’t be exactly pleasant either.

A muscle in her stomach tightened when she felt the bed dip down on either side of her.

“Baby, lift up your hips so Duncan can get s few pillows under you.”

She did what he said, feeling embarrassed that Duncan was seeing all her private girly parts.

Rylan lay down beside her and smoothed the hair out of her face. “We’re going to talk now, and you’ll answer all my questions truthfully.”

Her eyes widened when she felt something press against her asshole. “Wait…”

Rylan pressed down on her back to keep her from moving. “No, you stay still while Duncan plays. You’ve had me in your ass. You can do this. Now answer this question. Were you making plans to leave me?”

“Oh, God…”

“What’s he doing, baby?”

“He’s pushing something big into me.”

She heard Duncan snort. “It’s just two fingers, honey. Wait until I work three into you.”

A shiver of unease raced up her spine.

“Answer me,” Rylan demanded.

“I … yes.”

“Good girl. Would you believe me if I said that I didn’t know my mother was having a party until I got there?”

“Yes.”

She jerked and cried out when Duncan’s fingers stabbed into her at the same time his other hand smacked her ass a few times.

“Do you want to reconsider?” Rylan said.

She whimpered. “No. I don’t believe you.”

“I was supposed to go over some of her accounts that she’d messed up. When I got there, she had a few dozen people in the living room. I got pissed because I knew what she was trying to do.”

“She knows I’m not good enough for you.” She squealed when a hand came down on her ass several times.

“That’s total bullshit, and I never want to hear you say that shit again. Now you say, yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl.” Rylan looked over her shoulder. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s taking three.”

“Okay, good. Go wash up while I get her situated.”

Rylan moved to the edge of the bed, so his legs hung off and pulled her up onto his chest. He pulled her head down and took her lips in a kiss that scrambled her brain.

Then he grabbed a chunk of her hair and raised her head. “I want you to put my cock into your tight pussy, right now.”

She nodded and lifted up enough to grab his penis, line it up, and start sinking down. She didn’t stop until she’d taken all of him.

God, it always felt like coming home when he was inside of her, and she’d never get tired of it.

She jolted when she felt hands separate her ass cheeks, and then a glob of gel hit her asshole.

“What’s going to happen?” She hated how her voice shook, but she couldn’t hide her anxiety even if she tried.

“Remember, Duncan is going to help me fuck you.”

“Wait,” she cried out. “What if I can’t?”

“Then we’ll stop. Once we’re in you, you’ll answer the rest of my questions.”

The air whooshed out of her lungs as Duncan started to work his cock into her anus.

“Oh, God, it burns, Daddy.”

“I bet it does, but I want you to tell me if it hurts at all.”

She tried to listen to his words, but the feeling of being stretched and invaded took away her reasoning. Duncan steadily but gently worked his way into her until he bottomed out.

“Fuck, honey. You’re tight.”

Faith tried to steady her breathing, but it was impossible with the sensations taking over her body.