Serving Him
“That’s it,” I ground out from deep within her body. “That’s it, give it up with Daddy’s tongue up your snatch.”
And although my words came out more like a muffled “Mwmwmw,” it seemed that Rebecca heard, or at least her body heard, and one more huge convulsion ripped through that pussy, her contractions electric and sensuous at once.
“Unnnh!” she grunted again, head dropping limply between her shoulders, like a flower too heavy for its stalk. “Unnnh, oh god!” she cried out, body shivering deliciously, every part of her jiggly, wiggly and utterly spent. And before the girl collapsed onto the carpet, I caught that curvy form and dragged her into my lap, cuddling her close, still licking my lips from the delicious tang of her personal pussy juice.
“Calm down, baby girl,” I soothed, running a big hand over those huge white tits, “Calm down, just relax.”
Becky was still surfing the aftermath of her orgasm because small ripples penetrated her frame, and she panted, eyes closed, that sweet form curled up against my chest.
“Oh ummm,” she murmured, breathing hard, the half-moons of her lashes resting against her cheeks. “Ummm.”
And a feeling of something washed over me. I’m not sure what it was. Lust? Adoration? Or caring? All I know is that I wanted to hold her tight, I could have sat like that with her forever, the little girl trusting and relaxed in my arms, cradling her against my broad chest. Shit, this has never happened before, usually I’m only too eager to boot a woman out of bed after the deed’s done, impatient to have my privacy. But something was different this time, I wanted to make sure Becky was good, that she felt relaxed and warm after soaring the skies, that she got off okay once the ride was done.
So I dropped a kiss against her forehead, oddly gentle, my big hands warm against those soft curves.
“Take it easy, little girl,” I soothed. “Take it easy, it’s not every day you have a massive orgasm like that.”
And the girl’s eyes opened hazily.
“That was incredible, Daddy,” she breathed. “Really incredible, thank you.”
Fondly, I pressed another kiss to her forehead.
“I know baby, and it gets even better. Because feel this?” I asked, shifting my hips beneath her. The girl’s eyes popped open then, going wide with wonder, a sudden intake of breath.
“Oh my god, you haven’t come yet,” she whispered, craning her head to look into my eyes, those pools of caramel so soft, so giving I could have drowned. “You haven’t come yet.”
I chuckled deeply.
“That’s right,” I soothed, our breaths mingling, the eye contact electric. “That’s right, Daddy hasn’t come yet but you’re going to help me come. How would you like that, sweetheart? Are you ready for Daddy’s dick deep in your little pussy?”
And I wasn’t sure how a virgin was going to respond. After all, I was even bigger now, the ridge of my cock a fucking monster pressed against her ass, and Rebecca squirmed, feeling the insistent punch against her soft butt cheeks. But never underestimate the little vixen. Because the girl wasn’t squirming to get away, she wasn’t squirming because she was uncomfortable. The brunette was squirming so that after a few twists and wriggles, my cock lined up with her butt crevice, the hard length nestled just so between those huge white cheeks. Oh shit, I could feel the juice of her pussy dripping onto my balls, and the deep, hot, musky dry heat of her asshole beckoned to me, making my dick go even harder. Oh god, oh god. I was the one who was outgunned, the one who was outmanned.
And as if reading my mind, Rebecca turned to me once more.
“I want it Daddy,” she murmured with a sweet smile. “Give it to me, I’m ready.”
And with that, I rose to my full height, head almost touching the ceiling, the girl cradled in my arms. I felt like Conan the Destroyer, King Kong come to life, and Superman all rolled into one. With Becky, I was indestructible, invincible, a god among men … and my little girl had just given me the go.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Becky
I’m not sure what’s overcome me. Everything that’s happened has been insane, going completely off the rails, and yet I’m acting like Salome, like an experienced whore. Because when Daddy tells me to do something, I do it. If he tells me to bend over, I stretch until I’m gripping my ankles. If he tells me to walk around the bar, showing off my assets, I do it, praying that my boobies bounce in time, hoping that he eats it up.
So yeah, the billionaire has a hold on me, and when he carried me to his suite at the Club, I wasn’t alarmed at all. Isn’t that crazy? Kane could be a criminal, a stalker, with a thousand whips and chains hidden inside a closet, a “red room” straight out of some horror movie. But that’s the thing. I’m not even worried, instead, I’m floating on a sea of anticipation, body growing hot with need, anticipating what comes next. Instead of feeling alarmed, I’m begging the alpha for it, showing my body, offering myself to him.