My Bully’s Daddy

by Callahan, Kelli

  I couldn’t find much, but Hannah took my phone and downloaded an app that delivered almost everything imaginable. I picked a nice restaurant and found a meal that came with grilled chicken and broccoli. It wasn’t my favorite, but I was really tired of junk food. Hannah got the same thing I did, but chose fries for her side and asked for honey mustard to dip them in. I made a quick trip to the bathroom, and when I returned, she had stretched out on the couch. She shifted her feet when I walked over, and when I sat down, she sat up—then she moved close to me again. There was a war going on inside me, fought between the paragon of virtue I was trying to be and the dirty scoundrel that craved those curves.

  “Will you kiss me one more time?” She looked up, and our eyes locked together. “It doesn’t have to be more than that…”

  “Why are you making this so difficult?” I exhaled sharply.

  “Because it doesn’t have to be…” She bit down on her bottom lip and pulled it between her teeth.

  I couldn’t resist. The dirty scoundrel won the war for Hannah’s lips. I pulled her close and crushed them so hard that I was afraid I had kissed her too hard—but all I got was a gentle moan. I tried to just kiss her, but her hands started to move against my chest, and then she dug her nails into my shirt. She leaned back, and the only choice I had was to follow her down to the couch. I fell against her leg, and she slid it to the side—my cock was hard before it pressed against her, but she began to move her hips until I wished we didn’t have layers of fabric between us. The kiss got more intense. I squeezed the back of her neck and ravaged her mouth with my tongue. We barely stopped long enough to breathe—and we kept going until the doorbell interrupted us.

  “The food is here.” I sat up and realized my cock was going to make answering the door a real challenge.

  “I’ll get it.” She noticed—and quickly found an alternative solution.

  The fight is over. I can’t resist her.

  I was a winner and a loser—the paragon of virtue was in a cage, and the dirty scoundrel didn’t give a fuck if he rotted there. Hannah carried the food to the dining room, and my cock finally settled down after I promised it something more than my hand before the night was over. Those gorgeous curves were going to be mine—those beautiful lips were going to taste like me—and her cherry was getting popped. I could only push her away so many times before the willpower left my body, and I had reached that point.

  “Enjoy your meal—I know I will.” I walked up behind her and leaned down until my lips were against her ear. “Especially when I have you for dessert.”

  “Oh god…” She gasped, and I let my lips graze her earlobe.

  “You’re mine tonight.” I pulled away and sat down in my chair.

  We didn’t say much as we ate. I didn’t care about the chicken or the broccoli—my mind was on the cherry that I was going to devour as soon as we were done. Maybe I was a fool for even trying to fight it in the first place—maybe I always knew I wouldn’t be able to resist putting my hands on those curves again. I couldn’t think about that. I was a knight that no longer had shining armor—I let my lust tear it to pieces and throw it on the floor. If she was going to be mine, then it would be a night she remembered for the rest of her life. I was going to ruin her for other men—because I was done fighting—I was playing for keeps. She woke the man inside me that forgot how to exist, but he was never going to be buried again.

  “Is something wrong with your food.” I narrowed my eyes at her.

  “No…” She sighed. “I’m just not very hungry.”

  “I am.” I threw my fork down. “But not for this.”

  I saw the spark in her eyes—then it turned into a fire. I slid my chair back so hard it fell over, but I didn’t give a fuck. I reached for her, and she melted into my arms once she was out of her seat. I pulled her into my arms, and our lips seared together as we moved towards the stairs. We both knew where we were going. My hands moved to the front of her jeans, and I unfastened them with a quick twist of my fingers. I shoved a hand inside of them and didn’t stop until I felt her pussy—it was so fucking wet—she moaned and gasped when my finger found her clit. That was my appetizer—the cherry underneath it was what I truly craved.

  “That feels good…” She whimpered and leaned against my shoulder.

  “Not as good as it’s going to feel.” I pulled my hand free and scooped her into my arms.

  I carried Hannah the rest of the way up the stairs and didn’t stop until she was on my bed. I crashed into her lips and kissed them as my hands moved underneath her shirt. I pulled away long enough to yank her t-shirt off and then found those soft, pouty lips again. My hand moved behind her back, and I unfastened her bra. I knew how beautiful those tits were, but I finally had a chance to feel them against my tongue. I gave her bra a firm tug once it was unfastened and she finished removing it. My lips kissed down to her nipples and started to circle them—they instantly turned to hard nubs against my tongue.

  “Oh god…” She exhaled sharply and arched her back.

  Hannah’s jeans were so tight that I struggled to pull them past the curve of her hips and when I finally did, her panties came down with them. Her pussy was so wet that it was practically dripping with desire. I forced her legs apart and started to kiss her inner thigh—slowly making my way towards that sweet cherry. She was going to get every single thrust she begged for and a whole lot more, but not until I had a taste. I had been teased and tempted past the point of self-control—but I wasn’t the kind of man that held a woman in my arms for just one night. If she wanted me to claim her, then that’s exactly what I was going to do—but I had no intentions of letting her go.

  She belongs to me now…

  Eight

  Hannah

  My thoughts were spinning out of control. My body was begging for every kiss—every touch—and I didn’t want him to stop. I had never felt that much desire for anyone. I always thought it was crazy when girls at school fell for someone and started talking about destiny two minutes after they met them—but that didn’t seem so absurd anymore. I didn’t even know Justin’s last name, but I knew everything that mattered. He was kind—generous—totally gorgeous—and he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I didn’t know what would happen when morning came, but I knew how I was going to spend my night.

  Justin’s lips teased my skin while he stripped off my clothes. I was naked underneath him—and every kiss brought him closer to my pussy. I was so turned on that I was tingling from head to toe—wetter than I had ever been before. His lips danced around my pelvis—a kiss, followed by a swirl from his tongue. My lust was turning into liquid fire between my legs. I started to squirm, but he squeezed his hands on my inner thighs and held me in place. His tongue moved closer—closer—and then it flicked against my clit. The tingle got more intense, and my eyelids fluttered. A gasp got caught in my throat for a moment before it finally released.

  “That feels really good!” My lips pursed, and a shudder swept through my body.

  “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.” His words were followed by a throaty-growl, and then he flicked his tongue against my clit again.

  Justin started to slowly move his tongue in a circle around my clit. It immediately turned into a hard knot and felt like a button that could be pressed to send surges of pleasure through my body—he didn’t even have to use much force—one rotation from his tongue around the outside of it was enough to make my head spin. His tongue moved down to my pussy lips and he tasted my wetness. He pushed into the entrance of my pussy and flicked the tip of his tongue inside me a couple of times before turning back to my clit. My nails dug into the quilt, and I squeezed it in my fists—my body started to writhe on the mattress, but Justin’s grip on my inner thighs kept me exactly where I needed to be—underneath the tongue that was quickly taking me to heaven—but I didn’t care if it took me straight to hell.

  This is a miracle and a sin at the same time…

  I started to moan and
gasp every time his tongue tasted my clit. I could feel a pressure building up inside me. When I pleasured myself, I could control that pressure—prolong it if I wanted—or rush to the release that my body craved. It was very different with him in control. He slowed down when I started to squirm and when the pleasure stopped trying to push me over the edge of bliss, he picked up speed and drove me towards the edge with his tongue on the accelerator. I got close to an orgasm so many times, but he didn’t let me have it. Every time he pulled me back from euphoria, I groaned—only to have the next acceleration rip through my body with more intensity than the last one. It finally got so intense that even the slow rotations were sending so much pleasure through my body that I could hardly breathe.

  “I’m…” My words got trapped in my throat. “I’m gonna come!”

  There was no way for him to pull me back from the edge again. The pressure got so tight that my entire body started shaking. My muscles clenched, and my mouth opened wide. He started moving his tongue against my clit so fast that it felt like he was trying to create enough friction to start a fire—except I was already consumed by one. The pressure released, and every nerve in my body erupted in absolute bliss. I came so hard that my body jerked, but he never let go. He moved his tongue around my clit until the orgasm peaked—then he started going faster. It wasn’t just going to be one trip to paradise. The pressure built while the first orgasm devoured my soul and then a second one tore through my body. My back arched against the mattress and I screamed—even that wasn’t enough to make him stop.

  “Oh god!” I twisted the quilt until it was wrapped around my forearms. “I’m gonna come again!”

  My abdominal muscles tensed up so much that I rolled forward, then fell back against the mattress. The third orgasm made the first two feel like gentle teasing. My lips went numb—a scream echoed in my thoughts, but when my mouth opened wide, the only thing that came out was a gasp. His tongue made that orgasm peak, but I didn’t have anything left when it started to subside. He moved around my clit several more times—almost like he was checking to make sure that he couldn’t make me come again—then he finally lifted up. I slowly opened my eyes and when they met his, I saw an intense burning need—the one that was in mine before he quelled the blaze with his tongue.

  I’m exhausted, but I want him to unleash that need on my body—oh god, my pussy is starting to tingle again.

  “I want you…” My lip trembled as I spoke—the feeling hadn’t completely returned, but I was able to get the words out.

  “You’re going to have me.” He pressed his lips to my stomach and kissed his way up to my neck as his hips slid between my thighs. “But more important—I’m going to have you.”

  Justin lifted up and started to unbutton his shirt. I had already seen his gorgeous physique, but not that close. The sight of those rock hard muscles made my whole body quiver. I never believed a man with a body like that could exist anywhere except the movie screen and my imagination. His shirt hit the floor, and his hands went to his belt. I could see his cock—engorged and pushing against the fabric prison that trapped it. He quickly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. They slid down his hips and then his boxers were next—my eyes opened wide with his saw his cock fall over the top of them. It was thick, long, and practically throbbing with his desire. He quickly kicked his pants off and moved closer.

  “I got somewhere for you to put that...” I exhaled sharply and reached down to touch it—the head pulsated when I ran my fingers along the bottom.

  “Yes you do,” he growled and sank between my thighs.

  He locked a hand on my thigh, and I felt his cock pressing against the entrance of my pussy. I was so wet and turned on that the only resistance he met was my tightness. He pushed the head into me, and I grimaced when I felt my pussy being stretched around his girth. I was prepared for it to hurt, and I didn’t care. I wanted him too bad to do anything but beg for him to go deeper. He gave me a few gentle thrusts, and then I felt him against my hymen. He shifted his weight and then a harder thrust tore through the last barrier of my innocence. My jaw tightened when I felt the sting that the torn membrane left behind, but I internalized the pain. The multiple orgasms that he had given me seemed to help with that. I had so many endorphins coursing through my veins—they let my mind wander away from the temporary agony.

  “Are you okay?” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear as he gave me a few gentle thrusts.

  “Yes.” I nodded quickly. “I don’t want you to stop…”

  Truer words had never rolled across my lips—especially since most of what I had said to him since he picked me up on the side of the road had been a lie. I harbored some guilt, but I didn’t think it would matter. The truth wouldn’t change much. I still wanted him—and a year wasn’t an eternity. My confession would come when the time was right, but not while he was inside me. The moment was too important to ruin. I had no idea what would happen when the sun came up, and I had to leave. There was a chance I would be saved from the truth once our desires ran their course. He was still dealing with the fallout from his divorce—if my mother got the job she was interviewing for, I couldn’t even graduate from Bradford Academy.

  Our worlds came together for this moment—and I won’t regret our passion if it is the only one we get.

  “You feel so fucking good…” He pushed his dick into my pussy with a harder thrust.

  My head spun when he pushed his cock deeper into my pussy. I wanted to tell him that it felt good to me too, but that wouldn’t have been true. There were twinges of pleasure when he pulled back and gave me a gentle thrust, but the intensity of being stretched prevented me from fully enjoying that moment of bliss. I put my hands on his hips and slid them across his abdomen, feeling his muscles flex as he started each trust. I stared into his eyes and watched the storm rage in his grayish-blues. I was beginning to like that more than the calm tranquility they represented the first time I saw them. His thrusts started to get a little quicker, and I could really feel the pleasure that came with those—and his deeper ones weren’t hurting as much as they did. He lifted up and gave me one that went so deep his cock pulsated—and then I felt a completely different version of bliss.

  “Oh god.” I moaned and my back arched.

  He found my g-spot…

  “It won’t be as bad now.” He smiled and drove his dick into that spot again.

  He was right. There was very little pain once his cock started to throb against my g-spot every time he went deep. His body crashed into mine several times, and then he went as deep as he could go. He left his entire length buried inside me for several seconds and gave me time to adjust, then his thrusts resumed. My body writhed on the mattress, just like it did when his tongue introduced me to my first taste of bliss, but his weight was enough to keep me pinned underneath him. The pressure began to build, and it built a lot faster than it did when I was begging for his tongue. I could tell he was holding back. The storm in his eyes was trying to rage, but it wasn’t there yet.

  “You can do it harder.” I dug my nails into his back and pulled him close to my chest. “Don’t hold back—I’m ready.”

  “Not until I make you come.” He growled into my ear.

  His hips slammed into me, and he buried his dick while it throbbed against my g-spot. He gave me a dozen thrusts just like that—then he just started to hammer me. He alternated between the slamming-throbbing thrusts and the hammer thrusts, almost like he was dancing against my skin. They did get harder, and faster, to the point that I felt the bed moving underneath us. The pressure inside me swelled like a balloon, but my body was aching from the previous orgasms and getting there again was more difficult than I realized. I was close—so freaking close—but I stayed on the edge of it with his thunderous thrusts sending currents of pure bliss through my veins every time they were delivered. The slamming-throbbing thrusts made my eyes roll back—the hammer thrusts made me want to scream—but my need to come was turning into d
esperation. The way his thrusts alternated got me so damn close and then pulled me in a different direction before I could fall over the edge of ultimate euphoria.

  “I’m so close…” I purred into his ear and moaned.

  “I know.” He pressed his lips to my ear and then kissed my neck. “I’m delaying it on purpose—I love the way you feel, and I know I’m going to explode the second you come.”

  The moment he said that, I knew it was true. He could have hammered the orgasm out of me if he wanted, but he was savoring the moment. The look in his eyes wasn’t a storm that needed to be calmed—it was still building. I stopped trying to focus on the orgasm and melted into that moment with him. It was adrenaline and passion—fire and electricity—it was a miracle and a sin. My nails dug into his back, and I pulled his lips against mine. I tasted my orgasm on them, but I didn’t care. Our bodies seared together, and he kept thrusting. Sex was no longer a mystery that needed fantasy and imagination to explore—it was beautiful. It was a kaleidoscope of color mixed with a rainbow of emotions. It was primal and sensual. It was callous lust woven together with delicate affection.

  “Oh god!” I moaned into his mouth and then pulled my lips away to gasp. “I’m gonna come!”

  My body started to shake and jerk. He pinned me against the mattress and started to hammer me so hard the wood on the bed frame sounded like it was struggling not to splinter. The headboard hit the wall in unison with his thrusts. The pressure inside me began to release, but it wasn’t gentle—the pressure popped like a balloon filled with endorphins. They coursed through my body—every nerve ending I had came to life and became engulfed in the majesty of my sexual awakening. I felt my pussy begin to spasm—it rippled against his thick cock while he drove it into me. Justin’s growls got louder—his cock began to throb and pulsate harder—then a primal roar rushed from his throat as his seed flooded my pussy. Feeling him come inside me was enough to send me straight into another orgasm before the first one finished.