Dusty & Daddy

by Savannah May

  “Either you touch me or I'm going to finger fuck myself here on your lap,” she says.

  I let out a low growl, feral as a fucking animal that makes her startle. Her eyes wide with shock, a touch of fear.

  But then she comes right back in for more.

  “Then kiss me,” she whispers.

  Her will intensifies. She's become a very strong woman. She's not giving up. Neither am I. Not when it comes to Dusty Rose. She's irresistible and an intoxicating feeling of doom settles in my shoulders.

  I lean in and plant a swift kiss on her delicious soft lips. For all the world I want to pull her luscious little body into me. I can't decide which I want most. To hold her safe in my arms or to impale her on my cock.

  “That wasn't much of a kiss,” she pouts.

  “This isn't what I came here for,” I growl at her again.

  But my eyes stray back to her beautiful thighs, her pussy fragrance rising to my head like the aroma of the finest liquor. Her clit is a hard little triangle pointing like an arrow demanding to be stroked.

  Just once. Just one brief stroke across her wet little pussy.

  But I don’t dare.

  When has it ever been just once with Dusty Rose? She's a fucking addiction. I always knew I had to resist her because if I should fall into her sweet irresistible embrace, I'd never ever be able to leave.

  “What did you come here for then?” she moans, her lips part and her eyes fall half closed as she strokes her tiny fingers across her clit.

  I see the quivers run through and her hole twitching with greedy desire. Her tiny little hole, still so sweet and fresh. How easy it would be to slide one finger inside her body, here in the darkened room heaving with sexual tension. To surrender to her slick honey.

  “I came to take you away,” I bite.

  “Away with you?” she mewls and sinks her soaking clit back down onto my thigh.

  Not once does she stop undulating her soft wet lips into my quad muscle.

  “Yes. No not with me. You know we can't be together.”

  “You don’t want me?”

  Fuck. Her round firm tits barely covered as she holds the material across her with one arm. I'm a millisecond away from tearing it off her.

  “Yes I do, I mean, fuck, stop confounding me like that, Baby. I cant think with you playing with your gorgeous perfect pussy.

  “Touch me.”

  “No. Not here.”

  “Where?”

  “Nowhere. Not at all.”

  “Either you touch me or I'm going to take your huge dick out right here.”

  I lift my heavy hand and lay it on her thigh, closer to the outside edge, thinking to calm her. She instantly scoops up my hand and tugs it between her thighs so my fingers slide into her glistening juices.

  “Fuck you feel so good,” I groan and she arches her back with a whimper.

  “More,” she demands and writhes her hips edging my fingers closer to her pussy entrance.

  “Dusty Rose.” I mean to tell her to stop but my breath hitches as I strum across her bullet hard clit then slide my fingers through her juices to her opening.

  Fuck, she is so luscious and soaked with delectable nectar, swirling around my fingers as I circle in the hollow of her.

  “You're so fucking wet,” I gnarl. Feeling all resolve seeping out through my pores. Her juices are pouring down my hand and soaking my pants leg. She's acting more like the convict than the girl who does this every night.

  “I've waited too long,” she pants, breathlessly, slowly pumping to edge me inside her cunt.

  I slide one hard finger into her hole, forcing through the surprising resistance. She stifles a scream and falls half against me, catching herself at the last second with her tiny hands against my solid pecs. The men close to us look over with interest and I've had fucking enough already.

  I haul her up off the chair.

  “Where?” I bark

  “Beside the stage,” she gasps, her breath coming so fast she can hardly be gathering in oxygen.

  I stride back to where she said, her thighs wrapped around my waist, her open, bare naked pussy is flat against my abs but her ass is exposed to the douches sitting as we pass. I need to get her out of their fucking filthy stares. I need to get her alone where I can ravage her like I've wanted to for years.

  I kick a door open and carry my baby kitten into a room containing a chair and a low couch. She's already been tugging at my belt during the walk through the audience and she pops the button on my waistband as I kick the door closed behind me.

  Ignoring the low furniture, I power across the room until her back slams the wall.

  She moans out a scream as I shove my finger deeper into her tight pussy. Man, is she fucking tight. I tear the ridiculous little bra away and expose her tits. The nipples budding up as I tug one then the other between my lips, biting lightly until Dusty Rose moans with need.

  She yanks my cock from my tight boxers and inhales in shock like women always do.

  “Jeez-uss,” she whimpers.

  Yeah, it's big and I get the tremor in her voice.

  “It'll fit baby.”

  “It's fucking perfect. Fuck me, now. I want this massive cock deep inside me.”

  I'm so fucking hard for her, my dick is pointing straight to the stars. I only have to slide my finger out of her tight hole and sit her pussy mouth on my cock head to make her convulse. Her sweet juice pours down my pole and she's gonna come apart in about two seconds.

  “Now, I need it now,” she moans, her fingertips gouging into my shoulders, her hips bucking wildly.

  With one thrust of my powerful groin, I slide all the way into her impossibly tight tunnel, feeling a snap as the walls give way to my force.

  Chapter TWELVE

  Dusty Rose

  “Fuck,” I scream as the pain snaps through me, then diffuses into the most divine feeling of being full and stretched and claimed.

  At last Killian is inside me and made me his. Whatever happens now, there's no going back and that makes me so happy.

  “Fuck,” he groans

  My eyes snap open in fear.

  “What?” I mewl, instantly afraid I did something wrong.

  He steps backward with me still impaled on his dick, to lower us onto the chair. I'm straddling his thighs but now his dick is finally in my pussy and I feel whole. So totally complete and content at last. But I can't bear the thought that Killian has regrets.

  “You should have told me,” he cups the back of my head in his heavy palm and buries his rough face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my skin and interspersing it with kisses.

  “Told you what?” I whimper. There's no way he could know, is there?

  “Baby, if I'd known it was your first time, I'd have been more gentle. I just assumed -”

  “I didn't want you gentle. That was exactly how I wanted you.”

  Of course. It should come as no surprise that Killian knows his way around a woman's body. He's an experienced man, not to mention seriously freaking hot.

  “I wanted you to be my first,” I murmur.

  I pull myself up on his shoulders to shove down harder on his cock, feeling his thick root stretch open my entrance to the limit. Feeling every inch of me surrender to the force of the thrust. My breath picks up, but hard, so my tits lift and fall between us, bobbing perkily toward his rough chin.

  “Are you okay, Baby?” he groans, the whole of my pussy must be gripping him tightly and his eyes are half mast with desire. “Not too sore?”

  “I want you inside me,” I say.

  He gasps, knowing that the only way he can go deeper is to come inside my pussy and give me his seed.

  His hand comes up to pinch and tweak my little nipple bud. When he shifts to stroke my trembling hard point I feel a surge rush up my body and I clasp hold of him as I shudder and convulse through an endless parade of incredible pulsations crashing all the way to my skin lining.

  He holds me on his lap, as I c
lench his shoulders to ride through the exquisite pleasure. When I finally open my eyes again, panting and seeing luminous lights all around us, I find him watching in awe.

  Then his thighs clench and he powers them up to lift us from the chair and shove me back up against the wall. I stretch my arms wide and claw at the brick as he rams into my hole hard and fast. Both hands cup around my tits to squeeze and mound them in his grasp as his cock pistons into me.

  “Yes, harder.” I pant.

  “Fuck me harder.” Oh god. Another huge surge is gathering in my pussy.

  “Your cock is so big. It feels amazing.”

  His thighs grip tight again as he holds me up against the wall on his dick and he releases his orgasm deep inside my core. I jerk and shudder on his iron shaft and we clamp to each other. Like nothing will ever unglue us. Our skin pressed close from shoulder to groin, savoring the shared power of our climax.

  Killian is gasping into my neck as I hold him tight to me. His breath hot and rasping. I become a limp doll impaled on his cock, undone by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that rockets through every cell of my body.

  When he recovers his air, he clasps me wrapped around him, my pussy still clenching and hugging at his cock, unwilling to let him go. He steps back to the chair and sinks down onto it, relieved to let go into a post-coital slump.

  Continuing to be enthralled by our deeper connection, I limpet onto his solid body and grind his delicious prick, still filling me. His juice escapes and runs down my crack to my ass. As spent as I am, I'm so hungry for Killian, I already want to do it again.

  “Oh god,” he moans.

  His face buried in my neck as his hand fondles my breast, rubbing his thumb on the responsive nipple. His kisses are fast and needy. His hand wraps in my hair to stretch back my head and expose my neck for his mouth.

  He can't stop kissing me and caressing me, squeezing my tit and licking my neck, my ear lobe. I feel his dick hardening up inside me again, stretching me mercilessly. My hands thread into his lush hair and drag his face even closer into my skin.

  “I'm sorry, baby,” he moans.

  “Don't be,” I whisper, stroking his head, his bulging bicep. “That was incredible.”

  “I want you so fucking much but it's impossible It's fucking crazy. And so damn wrong,” he moans, never stopping planting kisses on my hot skin. “We can't go on like this.”

  My heart misses a bunch of beats when he says that but I'm not afraid. I know we're bonded now and he's just concerned about what people will say. I am determined we absolutely will go on exactly like this.

  “I need you,” I say. “I can't let you go now.”

  There's no way that's ever gonna happen.

  “I need you too my baby girl, but it cannot happen.”

  “Why not? Don't you want me?”

  I know he does. I can feel his desire for me exuding from his pores but I need to hear him say it.

  “I want you more than I want to live,” he croaks out.

  “Then let's run away. We can go to California together.”

  I know it's childish but there's nothing holding us here. All we need is each other. He lifts his head to gaze at me and his rueful smile says there's no chance.

  “Sounds nice but we can't, baby.”

  “Why not?” I give a little pout that always gets him to concede to me.

  “I'm on parole, Baby Girl. I'd go straight back to jail.”

  So that's a thing that won't last forever. He's not saying he doesn't want me.

  “But we have so much to talk about. I need to see you,” I whine. “Where can we meet?”

  “We can't meet, Dusty Rose. I can't even email you. No contact at all. One call turning me in and I'd be right back inside.”

  Now I get it. He's not resisting me because he doesn’t really want me. He could go straight back to prison just by being here with me now. I realize how much trust he's placing in me and what he's risking to come and see me. I curl my arms around his neck and rest my cheek into the safe crease at his shoulder, my tits pressing against his bulging chest.

  “Take me home with you tonight,” I plead.

  “Fuck I want that. But the restraining order-”

  “What restraining order?” I snap. “That's all over now.”

  He shakes his head.

  “Between your mother and your boyfriend, they made it a condition of me getting out.”

  A frown furrows up my face. I'm mad at those two for doing that because it sure as fuck wasn’t for my benefit. They put that in place to keep us apart for their own ulterior selfish reasons. But they won't win. There must be a way to see him. I have to have him at my side. And buried inside.

  “But I'm not letting you stay in this dump, stripping your clothes off for fucking strangers. You're coming out of here, quitting this job tonight.”

  His fierce statement gives me the perfect idea. And then the only solution comes to me. One that gives me what I've wanted in so many ways.

  “I can't leave this job,” I say.

  “You can and you will,” he orders me, his voice raw. “I've rented you an apartment and you're going back to school.”

  “I'm not leaving. This is the only place we can be together,” I tell him firmly.

  Like there's no discussion on this. I have no interest in school anyway. All I want is to be safe with Killian. It's all I've ever wanted.

  “No fucking way,” he grits. “Baby, there's no way I'm leaving you in this shit hole one more night.”

  “I won't be alone. You'll be here with me.” I'm sure now this is the perfect solution. “I'm not Dusty Rose here, I'm Star.”

  “I know and you're going to quit that disguise right now and be my perfect little girl.”

  “Don't you see?” I counter, determined to get my way. “I'm not me here and no one knows me. You can come to the club every night and see me. Just like this.”

  Chapter THIRTEEN

  Killian

  “It's the only way you can see me,” she tells me, smiling delightedly like this is a fucking game. Or Halloween. “I'm in disguise. No one knows who I am here. It's the only way we can be together.”

  I want to resist her. On so many levels. Seeing her in a strip club seems like the least of our problems when I shouldn't be seeing her at all.

  And the need to fuck her again is ripping the skin from muscle like a band aid. All I can think about is pushing her legs open and leaning in to taste her sweet pussy. The aroma rising from her spread slit is hypnotic.

  “There's no way I'm gonna visit you in a fucking strip joint,” I snarl at her.

  Rage snaps around my ankles and burns through every limb. All I want to do is get her out of here and take her home where I can protect her every night, not have her exposed to these assholes staring at her perfect little body. But she only smiles like it's all arranged and rotates her hips on my softening dick, making it spring to life inside her tight hot little pussy again. I'm never going to get enough of her.

  “I've never done this before with – a client,” she says. “I just served drinks, no extras, until now.”

  “Good. But you're mine now. No one gets to fucking touch you but me.”

  “But it's the perfect solution,” she moans and throws her head back as she grinds seductively and tugs her budding pink nipples. “You come here every night and see me. You buy me a private room and fuck me every night, here at the club.”

  I can't resist anything she wants. I never have. And right now I can't come up with a better plan. Not when she grips her thighs around me and rides my cock like a bronco. Her tits bounce up and down as she fucks herself on me and screams as her orgasm floods through her.

  I clasp her hips and hold her down taking my shaft buried deep inside her.

  “Hold still,” I order her.

  Her eyes snap open and she shudders at the sensation of fullness. And intense closeness. She sits on my dick and I restrain her there, my arms wrapped tight around her, in
haling her sweetness until a bang on the door informs her it's time to get back on the floor.

  My blood seethes livid in my veins as she puts her tiny top back on her luscious tits. Her panties are shredded but the glare on my face tells her she better not dare step out there wearing nothing over her pussy. She pecks me on the mouth and flounces out of the room with a flirty step while I sit there, devastated and needing to pound my fists into the wall.

  How can I allow her to do this?

  I want nothing more that to go out there after her, pick her little body up and throw her over my shoulder to carry her out of there. Wild imaginings racket around my brain as I conjecture on whether her idea of running away together is viable. What if I wait for her outside the club, then put her on the back of my bike to ride off somewhere, anywhere? Just so long as we can live out our days together.

  I head back to my table and order a double, downing it and relishing the liquid fire suffusing my throat and then chest. But it's a temporary relief from the burn that is constantly in my lungs, watching Dusty Rose trip happily around the club like she's loving every fucking moment. Luckily, the booze delivers a respite of reason to my brain because I have to come up with a way to protect her.

  The right thing to do would be to go as far away as possible before this thing between us destroys us a second time. But I can't leave her again. Even if I wasn't stuck to her like superglue, I know that my abandonment of her is what brought us to this point. Dusty Rose leaving home and school, ending up in this fucking joint. It's all because I refused to love her like she needs.

  Logically, all I have to do is wait out the terms of the restraining order and parole and then nothing can prevent her and I from being together. Right now I can't come up with anything better.

  The little temptress drives me insane the rest of the night. She trails her fingers furtively across my shoulder, the back of my neck, each time she passes my chair and the tree-trunk bouncer is distracted, eyefucking the girl on stage. She brings me another drink and sets it down, standing too close. Way too close. Her aroma swirling into my nostrils, more invasive and powerful than the strongest liquor.