PLEASE, DADDY

by Wyatt, Dani

  “I’m going inside of you, baby. You’re the most perfect, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I’m claiming all of you. Your cherry is mine, but more than that, your sweet, virgin cunt is going to take me raw. All of me. For all of you.”

  A flutter of new pleasure bolts through me and I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster, the car chugging toward the top of the tallest peak, the ride surging forward; there’s no stopping, no getting off. It’s too late as your belly flips and the ultimate free fall awaits just in front of you.

  He braces his arms on the sides of my body, leaning down for his mouth to consume mine. I taste myself on him as he feeds me his tongue and the tension builds inside of me again. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted him. My body is desperate to feel him pushing inside me, and his enormous weight on top of me gives me that wonderful, dangerous, helpless feeling, like he could do anything he wanted to me and I would not be able to stop him.

  But even as the forbidden fantasy tantalizes me, somehow he feels like home. Like I’ve finally found the person, not the place, that gives me roots. Something I’ve never had.

  Our tongues lash and twist together. He’s demanding in his kiss, aggressive and unapologetic, as he centers his weight on top of me then pulls back, looking into my soul with eyes I remember from my dreams.

  “You filled my mouth with your honey, little one. That made Daddy very happy. Now you’re going to have to be brave, you’re going to make me happy again. My cock is going inside that tight little hole of yours and I’m not sure I’ll be able to go slow.”

  There’s pain in his eyes, his face looks twisted and conflicted as the tendons in his neck stand out.

  I draw a sharp breath as he reaches down and the first brush of his cock is at my entrance. He shifts, hands behind my knees, pushing my legs upward, wide, wider, as he struggles to get his massive form into position.

  “Daddy loves you.” His words stab into places I’ve kept hidden for so long as his shaft stabs into my virginity, a blaze of emotions engulfing me along with the pain of his entry. “Fuck, baby. Jesus, I’m sorry. You teased me too much. I can’t stop. Daddy loves you.”

  He says it again as I scream his name and he rips through my resistance. Arrows of white-hot pain spear outward in every direction as his forest-green eyes control mine with a look of such power and reverence I feel like a priceless treasure, sent here as an offering to a devil.

  The pain is buckling inside of me as he holds my legs wide and he strains to push forward. I don’t know what to do with my hands for a moment, finally bringing them to rest on his jaw.

  I feel the hard flex of the muscle, the vibration as he grinds his teeth together, and I’ve never wanted to please someone as much as I do right now.

  “Fuck me,” I bite out, surprising myself with the filthy request. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Make me yours, all yours. Your special girl, always and forever.”

  “Fuck, baby.” His hips drive forward on a grimace. “You are so perfect. I can’t stop…fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  He drops his head into the nape of my neck, hot breaths and low growls mixing against my flesh as pain darts into my core and I take another thrust. Then another and another, until sobs are caught in my chest and I reach down to grip my legs behind the knees, giving all of myself over to him even as the pain drives the air from my lungs.

  Merrick’s hands slip between the bedding and my back, engulfing me in an embrace, pressing our bodies together as his flesh moves against mine. The wet sounds of our bodies moving together fill my ears as the sweet scent of sweat and sex tickle my nose and the binding feels complete.

  His body covers me, his cock filling me as his arms clutch at my soft flesh, and I feel like I am part of him. I’m no longer me, I’m an extension of this man and I never want this moment to end.

  I feel utterly, completely, primally owned by him. I feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced as he strokes his thick manhood in and out of me, grunting and cursing into my ear the most wondrous and filthy things, and before I know it, I’m pushed to the edge.

  “The first time I saw you, I became someone else.” He pushes up, breathing the words into the air between us as he thrusts, filling me with him. “When you danced and looked at me, I wanted everything from you. Everything with you.”

  His lips crush to mine, strained breaths sighing through his nose as he starts to pump faster, faster, as I do my best to hold myself wide, wanting him deep, deeper, into parts of me I’ve never thought about before, pushing the pain away...

  My wetness flows around him, easing his demanding girth as he pummels me in the most delicious way.

  “You may have teased men before, but you will never again, little one. You belong to me now, this pussy is mine, your heart, your soul…they are all mine to care for from now on. Mine to protect.”

  He drives in and out, hot, fast, urgent, until our bodies are slick from forehead to feet, slipping and slapping as the bed bounces under his weighted effort and his lips slip from mine, kissing my forehead in such a delicious, sweet gesture, as he fucks me like a rag doll down below.

  I’m his porcelain doll, his filthy whore, and it feels perfect.

  I accept everything he’s giving, the pain and the pleasure, as the scruff of his beard rasps against my cheek and he clutches around my body, holding me against him like some human sex toy, the twist of tension spinning into a fury.

  He drives into me, harder, needier, almost manic, as I feel myself tensing, ready to fly again when he groans into my ear.

  “Daddy’s coming inside you, baby. I can’t stop, I’m so close, princess, come with me. I want to feel you come on my cock, your little girl cunt milking my cum from my balls.”

  His words push me to my peak, and I wrap my legs around the hard muscle of his ass, pulling him impossibly deep as I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him. My body convulses, noises unlike anything I imagined I could make tear from my throat, and the first spray of his hot release coats the inside of my sex.

  He grunts, grunts, then roars, as I scream and hold on for dear life. Our bodies are running the show, there is no more civilized thought going on. Merrick’s furious drives, in and out of me, bottom out in the most glorious pain as he ruts into me and I feel his spend seeping out, down my ass cheeks, slippery between us.

  “Fuck, baby. Daddy is sorry, so sorry.”

  My insides squeeze, lightning flashes in my eyes, and I bury my face into his chest as the thrill of knowing his seed is deep inside me rocks me into another wave of blinding orgasm. I’m trembling and digging my heels into his backside, unable to control myself.

  “Are you okay?” His voice is thick and hoarse, tinted with remorse, but I want to ease his pain.

  “I’m perfect. It was perfect.”

  “I told you I didn’t think I could go slow.” He slips his hands from around my back, up my ribs, then somehow manages to grab me under my arms and flip us over, his cock still buried to the hilt as I straddle him, wincing.

  I flatten my palms onto the hardness of his chest, feeling the brush of the hair between my fingers, his cock full and thick inside of me, still pulsing.

  I look down at this gorgeous monster of a man and smile, the sting still fresh between my legs, but the pull for more of what he’s offering is stronger than my aversion to the pain.

  “Can I take another horsey ride on you, Daddy?” I bite into my bottom lip, rocking my hips just a bit, slowly, as I see the vein in his forehead stand out.

  “What do you say?” He reaches for my hips, easing them forward and back, his fingers digging in.

  “Please, Daddy…”

  “Good girl. Take your time, Daddy likes to watch.”

  Chapter 11

  Merrick

  The clock on my nightstand flips to nine am, and I’ve been staring at my precious sleeping beauty now for three hours.

  I tuck a strand of her sex-crazy hair behind her delicate ear. I’m not the man I was yesterday when I walk
ed onto the fair grounds and saw her for the first time. Now, her ivory skin has a few red—turning purple—marks, from my teeth and where I held her so tight while we fucked.

  There’s still a raw fury in my gut, thinking of how I found her last night in that fucking box. She’s not going back there. Seeing her walk through the door to my house yesterday, I knew I would never let her leave.

  She turned a house into a home in the blink of an eye. Just after she crested the threshold, visions of her, dancing, with a baby in her arms, swept through me like a tidal wave.

  Now, she’s twisted in the white sheets, her hands snuggled against her chest as the filtered light though the trees streams into the room, glancing off her bare breasts and down her slender legs. Her ribs and hipbones protrude more than is healthy and from some of what she told me last night, it’s by design.

  Maniacal rage boiled inside me as she described being starved for days, the discipline she endured over the years…fuck. If I let myself think about it, there are going to be dead bodies piling up and that will only serve to keep me from her. I’ll find another way to deal with that situation. First, my focus is on my little sprite.

  She looks at peace, at home, and utterly mine. The morning breeze is warming the room from the open sliding glass doorwall and our first day in our home together is about to begin.

  Last night, after she rode my dick to another round of orgasms and I filled her with another life changing delivery of my cum, I carried her onto the deck, fingering her pussy, pushing my sticky, warm release back up inside her as it tried to leak out. I finger banged her to another orgasm under the stars as she screamed Daddy over and over, and I was in pure heaven.

  Then, she played with the dogs like a little girl. Squealing and rolling on the floor as they tumbled and licked her. How she goes from my sweet, perfect sex doll to an innocent little girl has me tied up in knots. I never knew what I wanted before her, and now that I have it, I can’t fathom life without.

  I can’t help but think, she never really got to be a child. Never got to be carefree and protected. And I intend to make up for everything she was denied.

  I slip out of the bed, grabbing a pair of worn Levi’s as I head for the bedroom door. I need to check my email and get my plan together of what to do with her fucked-up father, or whatever he is.

  She also needs clothes and all the other things a girl requires now that this is her home. I’m supposed to be at the station by one at the latest, so we will have to get in a short shopping spree before then.

  I also don’t want to wait to introduce her to my parents and my world. I want her in every part of my life, immediately, so I make a note to call Margaret at The Over Easy and have a table reserved for an early lunch.

  I’ll have to go to work for a while after, but my plan will be to have her spend some time with Mom and Dad, or maybe Summer for the afternoon. They seem about the same age, and for some odd reason, Kezia reminds me of Summer, and in my dream, I guess she will have a built-in best friend in her new life.

  I make my way to the kitchen because coffee is mandatory. And I know she likes her coffee black and sweet and extra hot. As I set the coffee to brew, I fill two stainless bowls with dog food and Rosy and Eleanor follow me out onto the deck.

  “Breakfast, girls.” I set them down and they gobble away as I walk over and open the gate to the stairs leading down, so after they finish they can have the run of the yard.

  I wonder what Kezia’s favorite breakfast would be. I know she told me she’s allergic to eggs and chicken, and I don’t want her to even brush up against something that could make her sick or hurt her.

  As the coffee maker hisses and brews, I throw out everything in the refrigerator with eggs or chicken, reading every label making sure it passes muster, then throw the full trash bag out into the garage.

  I pour a full cup of black liquid crack, and take the first sip, all the dreams of what my life is going to be like now that I have Kezia in my world making my dick hard and my heart pump faster. I fill a mug for her, stirring in six spoons of sugar, and I can’t stop smiling.

  I turn to walk back toward the bedroom, because being away from her, even for ten minutes, is too much. I haven’t even checked my email yet, but fuck it. Work can wait.

  Being the sheriff has been my world and identity for too long but now I know what it’s like to have a real purpose. My little girl is my home, my heaven, my everything now, and work life is going to have to adjust.

  When I step around the counter to head through the living room and down the hall, there she is. Spinning and singing, wearing my unbuttoned white shirt out on the deck.

  The morning sun makes her skin look like creamy velvet as she dips and sways as though God dropped her right here from heaven for me.

  The white tails of my shirt hang close to her knees. She looks like a little girl wearing her daddy’s shirt, and in essence that’s exactly what she’s doing. I step through the living room, watching, my dick already at full attention and leaking cum, ready to fill her tight little cunt with more juicy seed.

  I know she’s sore, she has to be. We went five rounds last night on her fresh, untouched territory, and even after the warm compresses I insisted she let me press to her swollen sex, there has to be some aching memory of all our activity.

  As she turns, I pull open the wall of glass and she glances my way, seeing me watching, and presses her cherry-perfect lips together as she stops.

  “You don’t need to stop, baby.” I look at her hard, dark-pink nipples, remembering how they tasted as I sucked on them while she slept.

  Her cheeks ripen and she runs her hands down the front of my shirt.

  “I know. It’s just so beautiful here. I feel like I’m just a part of nature.” She turns, walking over to the railing and bracing her arms on the top, canting her hips back and leaning forward. “It’s like a dream.”

  I set the mugs on the long wooden table and come up behind her, peeling my shirt from her shoulders and tossing it behind me.

  Pressing my chest to her back, I let my aching cock settle against her ass. “It’s not a dream. This is real. It’s going to be real every day from now on.”

  She tilts her head, trying to catch my eye over her shoulder, and I see doubt. “I don’t know how. I have to go back—”

  I reach around and grab her pussy with one hand and with the other I press my hand over her mouth. “You’re never going back. You’re never leaving.” I seethe, the venom in my voice startling me. The thought of her not being next to me has fresh rage brewing hot inside of me.

  I force myself to soften my grip. She doesn’t need another overlord, she needs her Daddy, and I’m going to be the man she needs me to be.

  “Listen, little one…” I use a gentler tone. “This is your home now. You’re not going back. If there are things you need, I’ll buy them for you.”

  “It’s not that.” She stares out across the back lawn into the woods. “I don’t need much. I’ve never had much. It’s just, that’s been my life for so long, I know they’ll come for me. There’s been others…” She stalls as I run my hand down the arch in her back.

  “Tell me, baby. I want to know it all.”

  “Others of us that left…girls especially. They’ve always found them, brought them back. They…”

  “Those other girls didn’t have me between them and the rest of the world. You do. You’re. Not. Going. Back.”

  There’s a long silence, then she presses her ass against my throbbing length. “We can talk about it later.” Her voice turns sultry as birds chirp in the treetops. “Right now…” Another pause and my cock is already dying to be inside her. “Maybe we could do it again?”

  Fuck, fuckity, fuck. She couldn’t be more perfect if I created her in a lab.

  “Do what again, baby?” I run my hands down her arms, dry humping her ass as she rocks back into me, playing into our fantasy.

  “You know, Daddy…” Her voice turns softer as she crook
s her shoulder up, turning her head to catch my eye. “You could do the special kisses, then put it inside me again. Like, maybe from the back? Like we’re standing? Like doggy I think it’s called…”

  A growl rumbles through me. “What does a good girl say when she asks for something?”

  I’m already dropping to my knees, pushing her legs apart, shoving my mouth between her ass cheeks, then down until I taste the wet luxury of what she’s giving me.

  “Please, Daddy…” she whispers into the sky as she leans over, spreading herself wider as I reach down with one hand and free my cock before it breaks in half.

  Her pussy juices on my tongue, knowing she’s wet for me, is the best gift I could ever dream of. She may have haunted my dreams before, but she’s here now and it’s game on.

  I lick her from behind. I alternate between her clit, her opening and her tight back entrance which makes her hiss and yelp then I go back to tongue fucking her, loving how her slick, silky wetness soaks my face. I pause for a second, spitting into my hand and rubbing some of her dewy arousal onto my palm, then reach down and start stroking my hard-on, trying to calm him the fuck down.

  I’m back to eating her out like a staving man as her legs quiver and she drops her forehead onto the railing on a moan. She floods my mouth as orgasmic tremors take over her tiny body and I drink her down, wanting every drop inside of me.

  I work my dick harder, faster, as she twitches and screams into the summer air. But my hand isn't going to do the job ever again.

  She lifts her head, twisting around to watch me jacking off as I ease my drenched face back from her swollen, gushing pussy and see the wonder in her multi-colored eyes.

  “Someday…” I start, slowing the movements of my hand, her eyes pinned to the action. “Someday Daddy will teach you how to do this for him. My hand isn’t going to work anymore. You’re too sweet, too tight…but your little hand. Or…” The thought burns in my brain. “Those perfect little feet of yours…Daddy would like to watch you jack him off someday using your hands and your feet.”