The Daddy Box Set

by Claire Adams

  “So close. I’m so fucking close.” I couldn’t believe that it was me who was speaking.

  He obeyed my request, intensifying the vigor of his insatiable feast. I could feel his tongue licking my pussy lips, fast and ardent in tempo. I opened my eyes and stared at him; seeing his wild gaze on me made me more delirious in lust. His finger drove deeper and deeper into my tight channel, forcing me open, preparing me for his huge cock.

  I moaned once more, shaking in pleasure as I felt him inside of me. I released my grasp on him to hold and squeeze my breasts. He moved his hands up, replacing my hands on my tits. I held his hand as he kneaded my tits, guiding him in the way I wanted my breasts massaged.

  He pushed his tongue in and out of my pussy, causing me to release more come as he drank from me. My body was shaking in desire, orgasming several times by his skilled mouth. Seeing my pussy soaked, he stood up, stripped off, and laid on the bed.

  I sat up and knew he wanted me to return the favor. I leaned in between his legs; he seized my arm and stopped me.

  “No, sit on me.” He was staring at me with ardent eyes, lust running through his veins. “Grab a condom from the top dresser drawer and ride me.”

  I did as I was told, getting the rubber and sliding it down his swollen shaft. “God, I love how big you are.” I positioned myself on top of him and licked my lips. “You’re everything I want in bed, Hunter.”

  “The feeling is mutual, beautiful girl.” He reached up and palmed my breasts as I held his shaft, thick and throbbing, in my hand. Gliding the tip of his head along my lips as I hovered above him, I lubricated his cock with my wetness. After getting his head nice and wet, I pressed back, impaling myself on his shaft.

  “Oh, fuck,” he grunted loudly.

  His huge cock was struggling to enter inside of me, its thickness pushing its way in. I sat slowly as I kept him straight, managing to push him in halfway. Just when I was about to breathe and relax, he pumped his pelvis, thrusting his cock deep within my core.

  I let out a long, delighted moan as his giant dick went inside of me. My body was shaking in pleasure, his cock once again filling the missing piece inside of me. He slapped my ass and directed me to move, which I did as another orgasm built deep in my stomach.

  I put my hands on his muscular chest, finding fortress as I moved my ass up and down, milking his thick erection. I could feel him deep inside of me, twitching and fighting the tightness of my pussy. At first, I struggled to move due to his big size, but as I continued, my body molded to his and began to move faster.

  Riding him as fast as I could, I pumped his grand cock inside of me, my body screaming in delight. In and out he went, his eyes moving up and down my body, his expression filled with lust. I paused and changed my routine, grinding my hips on his extremely big dick.

  “Yeah, keep going.” It fueled the lust in me, making me more motivated to pleasure his cock. I swung my hips as fast as I could, fucking him hard and fast.

  Hunter’s face was mirroring his intense passion and delight over the movement I did. His lips were parted, his eyes on mine, expressing fire.

  I collapsed on his body and kissed his lips. The taste of his kisses were divine, the best thing I ever had. He welcomed me with a deep kiss, smothering me with the intensity of his lips. I submitted myself to him, but I continued to move my hips.

  My ass was shaking as I moved, fucking his cock with all my might. It felt like his cock was sucked in by my tight pussy, my lips sipping at him inside of my core.

  I released him from my kiss, preparing to surprise him with my trick. He watched me as I leaned backward, putting my hands on his thighs as his cock pulled away from him. I caught him wrinkling his brows in response to this; his lips parted. He would love this new move, and I was ready to serve his desires.

  I locked my eyes on him, keeping my sight to watch how he looked like while I fucked him good. I bent my legs a little while they were spread, enabling Hunter to see my pussy as I bounced on his huge, fat cock real good.

  I pumped my hips, moving up and down as I began to fuck myself again. Slowly and deeply his cock went inside of my pussy. He gripped my thighs and nodded. “That’s it. Work me, Kylie. Use that big fucker to bring yourself over.”

  As I caught my stance, I fucked his colossal cock faster. I bounced up and down on him, my breasts jiggling in the motion. His moans heightened, delighted by the movements I made. I began to move at top speed, grinding his cock deep inside of me.

  He reached up and brushed his thumb against my clit, and I cried out, feeling so naughty and loving every minute of it. “More!”

  He met me stroke for stroke, forcing me to ride the full length of him. Our rhythm was precise and perfect, our bodies meeting in the middle at every thrust. I felt my body become tense and weak as his cock went deeper and deeper with every thrust, causing me to moan with him. The same wave of delight in between my legs crippled from my spine down to my core, signaling the nearness of my peak.

  He kept on pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, causing our bodies to mash up in every meet. My hands were starting to shake, unable to carry my weight any longer as we carried on with the intense sex. My legs were vibrating as I splashed my cum all over his body, my fluids expelling his huge cock out of my pussy.

  He wasted no time and put his giant cock in again as soon as the fluids flowed out. Seeing him drenched in cum gave me another sense of desire and pleasure, keeping my rhythm with him despite my body still shaking in my latest release.

  I could feel his big cock hitting my G-spot again, triggering another avalanche of orgasm inside of my body. It was just minutes since my last release, but it felt like another one was yet to come.

  Seeing how my body reacted to the immaculate sensation, Hunter began to swerve his cock harder and faster at his top speed. He was both soaked in sweat and cum, submerged in the spell of desire and lust. I did not want to be defeated as I pumped harder, moving him in and out with my every enthusiastic bounce.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again.” I felt my pussy vibrating once more, the cum pushing its way out of my body. I pushed his huge cock again as I squirted once more, my body shaking in delight.

  He was smirking at me as he pushed his cock without giving any time for me to recuperate. He looked mad, eager to redeem his fair share of orgasm. I was depleted, but I fought him, not wanting to disappoint him in the slightest.

  I bounced again as rapidly as I could, yielding my remaining energy reserves for his cock to feel. My hands were shaking so fucking bad, but I pushed hard, pounding my pussy to meet his swollen erection.

  He was doing the same, fucking me with all that he could give. I could see that he was near his peak as his cock twitched hard inside of me, moving on its own. Just when I was to release my third orgasm, he cried out and joined me.

  I collapsed beside Hunter, my energy fully used up. Despite my chase of breath and depleted reserves, I was smiling at Hunter, satisfied by the most intense and outrageous fuck of my life.

  “Wow, just wow.” Hunter was gasping in between his breaths, tired by the vigorous sex we’d had.

  I laughed at his words, resting my head on his chest as I stared into his green eyes. He looked so perfect. I never wanted to take my eyes off of him.

  “You are an angel. A sex kitten. You know that?” He brushed his hand down the back of my head and kissed the tip of my nose. “No woman has taken me the way you do.”

  I wrinkled my brows, finding his words exaggerated and overrated. I shook my head, the smile on my face permanent.

  “Don’t flatter me with your flowery words.” I bit my lower lip, smiling at him as I gazed into his handsome face.

  He looked at me with keen, expressive eyes, expressing the sincerity of his words. “You have always been beside us all the way. I can’t thank you enough. And even more than that, my heart is getting wrapped up in you. Be careful, lest you break it, okay?” He leaned closer, kissing my lips again.

  I welcomed h
im warmly, kissing him back passionately. As I released his lips, I stared at him with so much desire. “You and Vince are the best blessings I have. I would never break your heart, or his. Never.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Hunter

  “Where’s Garren?” Vince was looking around the gun shop, searching for my best friend. The two of us were alone today for work. I watched as my son sat back at my desk table, returning to the books he promised Kylie he would read for the day.

  “He just called in and said that he would skip work today. Some important matters, he said.” I was guarding the display cases as I waited for customers to walk in. I looked at my son who nodded and opened one of his books, committed to fulfilling his promise to Kylie.

  “Vince, are you really going with Kylie tomorrow?” I was hoping for Vince to come along with me and spend some quality time with his dad. Unfortunately, he nodded, and his eyes begged for him to tag along with Kylie’s visit to her friend.

  “Yes, Dad. I want to see Cat. I will be happy to play along with a cute and cuddly baby.” He was pinching the air, imagining the soft cheeks of Bailey’s adorable toddler before him. I scratched my head, submitting to his wish.

  “Well, then I guess I can’t stop you.” I knelt before him, stroking his dark hair as I stared into his eyes. “But you have to promise me that you won’t eat too many sweets. Check your blood sugar too, okay? Ask Kylie to inject the insulin on a schedule, okay?”

  “I got everything, Dad.” He showed two thumbs up, smiling at me as he returned to my desk table. He sat and picked up one of the books, continuing reading to meet his quota for the day.

  I let out a heavy exhale as I watched him read. My little boy was growing up so fast.

  My attention turned to the customer walking up to the gun store. He was beaming brightly as he approached me, greeting me with a friendly introduction.

  “Good morning, son.” He extended his hand, offering me a handshake.

  I took it and smiled at him, ready to entertain the man. “Likewise, sir. What are you looking for today?”

  He adjusted his round rimmed glasses as he looked at the shelves. He was an old man, around his late sixties, but he had a good physique and toned body. He had graying hair and a few wrinkles here and there. He had an accent like that of a Texas native, but I’ve never seen him before.

  “You got a lot of good collectibles here. How long have you been working in this gun shop?” he asked as he turned around to look at the vast shop filled with varied sorts of guns and weapons.

  “Almost a decade, sir.” I watched him, thinking of his background or occupation. From his stance, he looked like a man who had undergone tough training.

  “Sorry, sir. But I’ve never seen you around. Where are you from?” His eyes were on the guns, studying the shelves of the long range rifles behind me. Finally, he turned his attention to me after a few seconds of silence.

  “I was born here in Mesquite. I have been living here since I was a kid until I left for college in Missouri. I stayed there until I had my own family. It has become a rare chance for us to come back to my hometown, but now I have the opportunity to return.” He looked like a candid man with a lot of heart for his hometown. He pointed to one of the guns in the display case, asking me more about it.

  “How about this one? Is this a good gun?” He was pointing over to a .45 ACP handgun, one of the best weapons to use in a fight against another man. It wasn’t a hunting gun, but rather fitted for a duel with a human enemy.

  “That’s great for self-defense, sir. It can literally blow big holes in just about anything you point it toward and shoot.” I showed him the gun in the case as he examined it fervently. He looked impressed, but he put the gun down on the glass counter.

  He nodded and walked more, keeping his eyes on the guns displayed.

  I smirked, realizing that his question a while ago was a trick question to test my knowledge about the gun.

  “As soon as I heard about the famous Hunter Yonnie, I swore to myself that I’d pay you a visit. The rumors are true; you are truly a gun expert with the biggest gun collection in town.”

  I turned to look at him, amused by his awareness about me and my business. After entertaining himself with the abundance of guns around him, he turned to face me with a smile on his face.

  “Well, I came around to buy a gun for my son. What do you think about a 9 mm Semi-Automatic?” I stared at him with confused, startled eyes. He was talking about a pretty deadly handgun. It was considered one of the best weapons that soldiers used in battle. It was more powerful and had plenty of rounds compared to the other types of guns. Only an expert killer or someone with a dire need to protect himself would own such a mighty weapon.

  “I guess your son is a pro, then?”

  He answered me with a laugh, but he avoided the question. Something was off. The guy was too nosy and a bit suspicious. I could not allow him to walk out of my shop with a fatal gun with him unless he answered me properly.

  “How old is your son, sir?” I posed another question, hoping for a sensible reply from him. He shot me a baffled look, intimidating me with his sarcastic stare.

  “Is that necessary?” He gazed for the 9 mm, finally finding the power tool sitting beside the other supreme handguns. His eyes were glistening as he looked at it with excessive want, or a bit of greed maybe.

  “It is in this shop, sir. Someone who wishes to own a gun must be at least twenty-one years old. Plus, I’d rather not sell the gun to anyone other than the user of the weapon. We usually go over a little bit of gun safety and keep our purchase records together just in case. I’m sure you understand.” I clarified my point, stressing the matter. If he was an enthusiast, he should have known about this.

  “Oh, is that so?” He sounded as if he were mocking me, as if he could purchase a gun without any restrictions. He turned his back and faced the exit, retreating from the shop with a wave of his hand. “I guess I’m buying the gun in another shop then.”

  As soon as the old man walked out of the shop, I followed him. Vince watched in silence as I followed the man outside. I kept my guard up, making sure that my cover was safe.

  I caught a glimpse of the old creep meeting another man waiting for him at the end of the parking lot. They were talking about something, but I couldn’t make out the words. I was too far away. I couldn’t see who he was talking to because he was in the way, but chill bumps raced down my arms and legs. With the guy breaking into Kylie’s place, maybe I was being paranoid. Overthinking things.

  Finally, the old guy got in his car, and I could see who he was talking to. I recognized the younger guy’s face.

  He was the same man who came into my shop a few weeks ago. The one who wanted to buy the illegal Scythe.

  Coincidence? I didn’t think so.

  *

  Since there were no customers for the rest of the day, I decided to close the shop early and head over to meet Kylie at the convenience store. Vince was happy to meet her because he had fulfilled his promise to her. I kept his good mood intact, deciding not to tell him about the danger I could sense from the eerie men that visited my shop.

  As soon as we arrived in the Tomms’ convenience store, Vince got out and ran inside to meet Kylie and Mrs. Tomms. Seeing him this gleeful made me forget about my worries for the moment.

  I entered the store to see the two women greeting Vince. Mrs. Tomms was hugging my son.

  “Did you take your medicines on time?” she asked, her face filled with worry. She treated him as a grandson, which left me liking her more than I did upon meeting her. She was a good woman, and we were lucky to have not only Kylie in our lives but her too.

  “Yes, Nana. I also finished the books you gave me! I promised Kylie I would read them all today!” He turned toward Kylie, smiling at her from ear to ear.

  Kylie gave him a high five. “That’s awesome, Vince. I knew you could do it.”

  “Hi, Mrs. Tomms.” I walked over, joining thei
r tiny reunion.

  She turned to face me, smiling as I walked up to meet them. “Hello, Hunter. Thank goodness you came. We needed to lift some boxes from the back, but Kylie and I couldn’t even drag them. Can you help us?” she asked, but Kylie frowned.

  I laughed out loud, ready to help them. “Sure, Mrs. Tomms. Let’s go.” I followed her lead as we walked to the back portion of the store. Several boxes were stacked around the area. I looked around, seeing three huge boxes piled together.

  “The courier left them there without even asking where I wanted to put them. Too bad they were heavy.” From the label on the boxes, they were purified drinking water bottles. I lifted one as she led me through the store, telling me whether to go left or right.

  After managing to put two boxes inside, I caught a glimpse of Vince helping Kylie with refilling the shelves. They looked perfect together. The two most important people in my life together.

  “Come on, Hunter. There’s still one outside.” I nodded at Mrs. Tomms, following her orders.

  As I went out to carry the last box, I spotted someone watching from a little ways away. He wore an all-black shirt and pants, with a black cap to cover his eyes. Even though he wore dark clothes, it was clear who he was.

  He caught my eye as I stared at him. He looked unfazed, as if he was ready to compete with me anytime. His pale face stood out from his dark clothing. I even caught him smirking as we engaged in a standoff.

  “Hey, Hunter, what’s taking so long?” I heard Kylie’s voice calling out to me.

  She had just walked out went out of the back door when the man took off running. I looked at Kylie, who seemed surprised, her mouth open, eyes wide.

  “What’s the matter, Kylie?” I asked, trying to read her mind.

  She didn’t speak but seemed to be having a little trouble breathing.

  I came closer to her, shaking her shoulders to wake her up. “Hey, baby?”

  “That guy looks like the one who broke into my house.” She was still staring at toward where the guy was.