My Mom's Fiance: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  She was silent for a moment.

  “So what’s changed?” she asked, meeting my eyes directly. “How come now all of a sudden it’s okay to announce to the world that we’re sleeping together?”

  And I laughed then.

  “Because, little girl …” I said trailing my finger slowly over her breast, feeling the nub harden beneath my fingertips.

  “It’s still business isn’t it?” she finished, breathless, vibrating a bit as I touched her.

  I nodded.

  “We sold Everyday Dads and Moms and Tots,” I said carelessly, “They were trash, didn’t pull in what we spent. And we’re looking into other opportunities, scoping out possibilities with gentlemen’s zines, maybe some laddie mags.”

  But it didn’t seem as if little girl heard because she was stretching languorously below me, moaning as I squeezed her tits, massaging the nipples, pulling them before flicking them with my fingertips, paying homage to those creamy orbs.

  “Oh Tristan,” she moaned, “Oh Daddy, I missed you.”

  And those were the words that I wanted, music to my ears.

  “Baby I’ve missed you too,” I rumbled, parting her lips for a sweet kiss. “I’ve missed you more than you know,” I rasped into her mouth.

  And just like that, we were on again, the conversation forgotten. I’m not even sure how our clothes disappeared so quickly, one moment we were fully dressed on the bedspread, and the next moment we were both naked, Daisy’s curvy form writhing, twisting, cunt running wetly, offering her breasts, her twat to me.

  “Daddy,” she breathed. “Mr. Marks, please!”

  And that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I moved between her legs, trailing a finger along that wet slit, watching as that greedy cunt tried to pull me in even then, vibrating with my touch, her little clit peeping out from between her folds.

  “Now baby, you know what Mr. Marks likes to see,” I rumbled. “Hold yourself open for me.”

  And obediently the girl ran a hand between her legs until she had a finger on each side of her fat, swollen lips. Slowly, oh so slowly, she pulled herself apart, lifting her knees simultaneously so that I could look straight up her hole, seeing that pink pulsing flesh, insides creaming so beautifully, the walls of her channel slickly wet.

  “Like this Daddy? Like this?” she panted.

  “Like that exactly,” I nodded, leaning forward for a sweet kiss on her cunt, tasting the pink, sipping a bit of nectar. Oh god, I’d missed this so much, she was so appetizing, so juicy, her femaleness overwhelming, her cunt lips swollen and pulsing against my mouth.

  But Daisy raised herself on her elbows, breathless, and paused for a moment.

  “Mr. Marks I’ve been bad,” she confessed in a small voice.

  “Bad how?” I murmured against her folds. I was addicted to this, I’d been addicted once before and getting a shot of the drug again was like fucking cocaine, my body raging, dying to be in her again, desperate in its pursuit. Besides, I wasn’t too worried. Daisy, bad? It could only be the best type of bad.

  “I’ve been eating candy,” she confessed.

  Oh, so it was bad. I frowned.

  “What type?” I said sternly. “Jolly Ranchers? Jellie Bellies? Sour Patch Kids?”

  Her chin trembled a bit.

  “No, Dum-Dums,” she said in a small voice, almost like she was afraid I would scold her.

  “Ahh, Dum-Dums,” I said knowingly. “And do you eat them once a day? Twice a day?”

  “Just once,” she admitted. “But I have a stash.”

  A stash?

  “Show me,” I commanded. And slowly, Daisy got up, reaching under her bed to pull out a plastic shopping bag. Sure enough, she had a king-size bag of lollipops in her hands, the kind you buy when you’re expecting trick-or-treaters, enough to feed a neighborhood.

  “Baby,” I frowned, “Too much candy is bad for you, the sugar overload will make you hyper,” I scolded.

  That made Daisy giggle.

  “But Mr. Marks, I don’t eat it, not really,” she said. “You heard me wrong, I play with the Dum-Dums.”

  My eyebrows shot off my forehead. Play with the Dum-Dums? I had to see.

  “Show me,” I ground out, my dick at full force now, ten inches ramrod straight and pointing at the little girl, the tip moist already, veins pulsing.

  “Oh Mr. Marks, you’re so funny,” she tittered. “But okay, I’ll show you what I do,” and with that, she sat up, unwrapping a purple Dum-Dum.

  “Grape’s my favorite,” she said saucily, shooting a sly look. And without missing a beat, she popped the lollipop into her mouth, running it around with her tongue, sucking at it all the while never breaking eye contact.

  “Ohhh, tastes so good,” she moaned. “So, so good.”

  And slowly, oh so slowly, she got on her hands and knees, lollipop in her mouth. Spreading her legs while making sucking noises, she made sure I had a clear view of her cunt before popping the sucker out and running it up and down her nether lips, smearing the sweet sugar all over her labia.

  “Ohh,” she moaned again. “Feels good.”

  But that was only the first part of the show. Pressing her cheek against the pillow, ass in the air, she reached one hand between her legs and spread her pussy lips so that her clit was fully visible, pulsing and throbbing with arousal. I groaned, hand moving fast on my dick, ready to eat that pussy, suckle that clit before spurting my sperm inside.

  But Daisy wasn’t done. Making sure my eyes were glued to her twat, she traced the head of the lollipop around her clit, massaging it, working the grape flavor all over her nub before slowly, oh so slowly, inserting it into her hole, those pink pussy walls squeezing the little head, sucking the lollipop into her sweetness. And once it was in, Daisy began rotating the stick, stirring it in circles, massaging her cunt with the Dum-Dum head, running it in and out, fucking herself with the grape.

  “Oh oh oh!” she moaned, eyes closed in ecstasy, face pressed into the pillow. “Ohhhh fuck!”

  Shit, this was pure heaven. I’d been away from this pussy for too long and hadn’t remembered how sweet, how dirty, how perfect this girl was. And the tiny lollipop couldn’t be satisfying her, couldn’t be more than a two on a scale of one to ten. Daisy needed my dick, needed it bad, and I was more than happy to do the honors.

  So in a flash, it happened. I flicked her wrist away from her cunt, popping out the Dum-Dum and buried myself in that pink cunt in half a second, her walls tight around me, pulling me, sucking me in deep like a ravenous woman.

  “Ohhh!” Daisy shrieked, boobs swinging pendulously beneath her. “Oh oh oh!”

  And I gave it up just like that. It’d been a year without my beautiful girl, without my sweet, nasty virgin, and I’d been desperate without her. Life had lost its color, I’d been bored as shit and now that I had Daisy back, I was taking her this way and that, unleashing myself, desperate to feel her sweetness, feel that womanly flesh pulling me in, massaging me, making me all man.

  “Fuuuck,” I groaned against the back of her neck as my hips pumped against her. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I moaned again, our skin slapping obscenely, my balls bouncing off her clit with each stroke, bodies slick with perspiration.

  “Ohh!” she mewled beneath me. “Oh Mr. Marks!”

  And hearing her call out in the throes of ecstasy tipped me over the edge. My balls contracted sharply before shooting, ream after ream of semen spurting into her sweet pussy, spraying the pinkness, drenching her ovaries in my precious white. And the little girl came too, her entire body clenching once, then twice, before dissolving into a series of delicious tremors, her cunt shaking, clamping so hard on my dick that I thought I’d never be able to get out.

  And we collapsed, a sweaty, sated mess on the bed, my big form pinning her into the bedspread, buried deep still.

  “Fuck baby,” I murmured, voice unsteady. “You always do this to me.” And it was true. I’d never had such mind-blowing, satisfyingly dirty sex in my life. It
blew my mind, like I’d been on a roller-coaster, the air sucked out of my lungs, my brain positively fried. Daisy was stunning in every way, shape and form, ten times better than when I’d left her.

  And I had to know.

  “Where’d you come up with that Dum-Dum shit?” I rumbled lazily.

  “Hmm?” she smiled languorously, enjoying my weight on her, shifting slightly. “Didn’t you like it?” she asked, keeping her eyes closed.

  I trailed my tongue down the side of her neck, tasting the slight saltiness of perspiration, making the girl hum with contentment again.

  “Baby, I fucking loved it,” I ground out, my dick still clamped in her cunt. God, I could die like this, it was so fucking good, so fucking dirty. “But where’d you learn that act?”

  And Daisy merely wiggled her butt against me.

  “My secret, Mr. Marks,” she breathed. “Every woman’s got to have some secrets, don’t you know?” she giggled. And I gave up then, distracted by the jiggling, the luscious curves, the hardening of my dick again. I hadn’t seen the brunette in a year and I’d only come once in her body, spraying my semen deep into her pussy. I wanted her again, wanted her to taste my cum, rub it into her skin, watch as it dripped down her thighs, spilling from her ass. So I bit her throat lightly and shifted again, cock hardening inside her sweet pussy. There’d be time for Q&A later … but for now, there was only this.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  Tristan

  Daisy has been curiously closed to me. Not physically, not like that. In bed she’s open, pussy creaming, available to me always, wet and sleek, nubile and beautiful. But mentally she’s closed, like she’s walled off a part of herself.

  “What’s wrong baby?” I asked one day, trailing a finger along her curves.

  “Nothing,” the woman murmured, eyes closed, lashes perfect half-moons against her cheek. We were still in the bedroom, sated in the aftermath of mind-blowing sex and Daisy was drowsy, hair spread over the pillow, damp and sexy still.

  But I could tell something was different. Before, she used to confide in me, we’d have some pillow-talk before she wrapped herself around me and fell asleep. But now she never really wants to say anything, instead dozing off immediately, going silent, her breathing soft in the air.

  What could it be? My mind immediately shot to pregnancy. We haven’t been using anything and even though I just got back from Europe, it was possible. Daisy was nineteen after all, nubile and fertile, it was totally possible because these things don’t take that much time.

  But my instincts told me it was something else and despite my best efforts to get to the bottom of it, the girl was curiously evasive, smiling and putting me off.

  “It’s your imagination,” she said, shooting me a sultry look.

  “It’s not my imagination,” I grunted, untangling her arms from my neck. I was dead serious and wanted her to understand. “You’re hiding something.”

  “I’m not hiding anything,” she protested, trying to get close to me again, trailing her foot over my calf, gently teasing. “Everything’s fine.”

  But I shook my head. Everything wasn’t fine, something had been bothering her for the last two weeks and I was going to confront her about it, make her listen.

  But it was hopeless. Daisy wouldn’t answer, merely smiling and coy, beckoning with her body once more. And like a lost man, I gave in, each and every time. Whenever I tried to ask, we ended up making love so hard, so thorough, that all thoughts flew out of my mind.

  So finally, I asked her to join me at my office, maybe this way I could get some answers without falling into lust. So Daisy came to visit, striding through our lobby in a blue dress, confident and regal even at nineteen. Sure, tongues wagged, scandalized eyes trailed that curvy form, but I didn’t give a fuck and neither did she. I welcomed her into my private sanctuary, shutting the door behind her firmly, gesturing to the white couches in the sitting area.

  “Little girl, how are you?” I began, seating myself across from her, casually handsome.

  And I could tell something had changed because there was fire in her eyes.

  “I’m good,” she said shortly, holding up her arm. “By the way, I bought something new.”

  The diamonds on her wrist sparkled madly under the light, probably twenty carats in all. But it wasn’t the money that got me. It was the change. Before, Daisy had been careful, modest even, living in a shitty walk-up on the Lower East Side, buying just the bare minimum of clothes, regular stuff you could find anywhere. But clearly those days were gone because the female wasn’t holding back anymore. The woman now spent my money like it belonged to her, and of course it did. She was my woman and I took care of my own.

  But it was the change in attitude that took me aback.

  “I asked you here today because I wanted to talk to you about the future,” I began.

  “Oh Tristan, you’re so silly,” she laughed. “The future? I just got over the past.”

  I frowned for a moment.

  “What the fuck?” I growled, brows lowering ominously. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  And here, she sat upright, glaring at me again.

  “You haven’t noticed that I’ve been avoiding you?” she asked archly. “That I avoid talking with you, confiding in you, that our relationship has been just physical?”

  I glared right back at her.

  “Of course I’ve noticed, that’s why you’re here,” I ground out.

  “Well you don’t need to worry, Tristan, I’m all good,” she said carelessly, leaning back in her chair again, elegant and relaxed. “I’m all good,” she added again.

  WTF? I had no idea where this conversation was going, where we were exactly. I was beyond confused, hopelessly lost, no idea what the hell was happening.

  “Daisy,” I ground out, “I know you weren’t happy with my disappearance but as I explained, I had to wait until the time was right, I had to sell some assets first. It wouldn’t have worked for the publisher of family magazines to be involved with his ward. It wouldn’t have worked at all,” I stressed.

  “Why not?” she asked, sticking her lip out.

  This was what I hated most about the little girl. Daisy was smart but petulant at times, in need of a good spanking.

  “Because I’m the publisher of Everyday Dads, for example,” I said exasperatedly. “Remember? If word got out that Mr. Marks was drilling his ward, we’d lose all our business. I mean, shit, a guardian drilling his ward? That’s the exact opposite of family values.”

  “So?” asked Daisy pouting again. “So what’s wrong with a little scandal? You’re not exactly a saint,” she added unhelpfully.

  I gave up then, sitting back in my chair with exasperation. I couldn’t get through to her, couldn’t get through that Marks Holdings was my baby, that I couldn’t jeopardize my empire carelessly, that there had to be a plan before I could reveal our relationship to the world. And so I sat back with defeat, giving up for the time being, instead choosing to focus on what we did have going.

  “Lift up your dress,” I growled, piercing her with my stare. “Let Daddy see you.”

  And suddenly we were speaking the same language again. It was baffling, how we couldn’t have even a five minute conversation about our relationship, but when it came to the physical, hell yeah, we were on the same page.

  And with a giggle and sigh, Daisy scooted so that her ass perched at the edge of the couch, spreading her legs slowly while edging the fabric up, staring at me the whole time, fixing me with those big brown eyes.

  Breathily she whispered, “Like this Daddy? Like this?” she asked, pulling up her skirt until her pussy lips were visible, gleaming and wet.

  “I didn’t wear panties today, Daddy,” she whispered. “In fact, I never wear panties when I’m going to see you,” she said, slipping two fingers down to stroke lightly over her lips, massaging that pretty cunt.

  And I couldn’t resist, I’ve never been able to resist my beautiful gir
l.

  “Pull your twat apart,” I commanded, eyes fixed to her snatch, my dick already out and dripping. “Show me your clit, show Mr. Marks that hornyclit.”

  And with a coy smile, Daisy pulled her lips apart to reveal the nub, her flesh stiff and aching, begging to be sucked and licked before I fucked her.

  “You like, Daddy?” she giggled, wiggling a bit, boobies bouncing in the vee of her dress. “Is this what you wanted?” she repeated, and just like that I was on her, my dick in her, my cock making her moan, twist and sigh, impaled once again, both of us straining towards heaven. And fuck, but it was like lightning. I came once, twice, three times, the little girl milking every last drop from me, taking everything I had as she creamed lusciously on my pole, her little snatch pulsing and clamping because I was the first dick, the only dick she’d ever tasted.

  But once it was all over, the shuttered look returned to Daisy’s eyes, her smiles sweet while giving away nothing. I watched silently as she straightened her clothes, pulling the blue dress back in place, rearranging her curves so that everything looked just right.

  “We’re not done yet, Daisy,” I growled, my eyes glued to her frame, “I’m not done resolving whatever this shit is,” I threatened.

  But Daisy wasn’t cowed.

  “Okay Daddy,” she purred before tripping out the door. “Whatever you say.”

  And I grunted, exasperated again. On the one hand, I was proud of my girl, proud that she wasn’t afraid to be seen with me, striding through the office like she owned the place even as people whispered and gossiped about our illicit relationship.

  But on the other hand, I had to admit I was worried. Sure Daisy and I were out in the open now, parading our connection to the world but there were more secrets inside … and secrets have a way of tearing you up and leaving you dead by the roadside.