Mustang Daddy - A Single Daddy, Small Town Second Chance Romance

by Sienna Parks

  “I’ll tell you some other time.”

  Before he has the chance to say anything else, I form a fist around the base of his thick shaft, licking the drop of pre-come beading on the crest of his magnificent cock. His guttural response is such a turn on. I tilt my head to let him watch as I lick his come from my lip. “Mmmmm… you taste… delicious.” I begin to move up and down the length of him, taking him as deep as I can, moving my hand up and down, feeling his veins pulse against me. He drops his head to his chest, fisting his hands in my hair.

  “Cazzo. [Fuck] Holy shit, Addi. Don’t fucking stop.” I love the desperation in his voice as I continue to work him, circling my tongue around his thick length, flicking the tip on every upward thrust. When I feel his release building, the pulsing and throbbing of his cock in my mouth, I pull away ever so slightly.

  “Fuck my mouth, Carter, take what you need.” I graze his tip with my teeth as I take him back into my mouth, eliciting a roar so feral it causes my pussy to clench in response. His hands are tight in my hair, almost painful as he holds my head in place, pumping his dick in and out, his eyes fixed on where our bodies connect. I look up at him through hooded lids as he begins to increase his pace, thrusting faster and deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat. I gently cup his balls in one hand as the other continues to fist around him.

  “I’m so close, Addi. You feel so fucking good.” He lets his grip on me loosen, but I take him deeper, sucking him harder, forcing him to climax in my mouth. When his fists tighten, I know he’s close and as soon as he feels the vibrations of my satisfied moan on his cock, I’m rewarded with a warm spurt of come hitting the back of my throat. I continue to milk his release from him, savoring every last drop as he shouts my name, over and over again. It is the sexiest thing I have ever heard.

  Within seconds of releasing his still hard cock, I find myself thrown over his shoulder as he strides toward the bedroom. The view of his ass is perfection; I just want to take a bite out of it. I get the feeling Carter isn’t used to giving up control when it comes to his lovers, and I’m sensing some unease as he drops me down onto his bed - he’s struggling to suppress his desire to take over.

  “So… Addison. What’s next on the menu? Please tell me it involves me ravishing you. After what you just did, all I can think about is licking your divine little pussy.” It’s clear to me that I’m not really in control right now, but it’s too good an offer to refuse. I crawl up the bed and raise myself onto my knees.

  “Lie down on the bed. I’ll give you what you want, but only if you’re a good boy.” He complies with a smirk and a quirk of his eyebrow.

  I straddle him, my pussy ghosting a touch against his hardening cock before moving up his body. His chest hair tickles my folds as I make my way higher and higher until his grin is splitting his face in anticipation. “I’m going to sit on your face now, and you’re going to love every second of it. Tell me how badly you want to taste me, Carter.” A surge of power and confidence courses through me.

  “You have no idea how badly I want to lick you, suck you, drive you wild, and please you beyond anything you’ve ever experienced.”

  I grab the intricately carved headboard as I position myself above him, before lowering just enough for his tongue to reach my pussy. The first flick is… phenomenal. Holy Mother of all that is good and pure! He grabs my ass and pulls me down so I’m pressed hard against his mouth. The little satisfied hum that escapes as he laps at my folds sends liquid fire through my veins, making me so hot for him I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t come soon. I ride his face, fucking his mouth, hard and fast; his scruff only heightening my pleasure as it rubs against my most sensitive area.

  “God… Carter… holy fuck… I’m gonna come, baby… please… oh shit, please…” A wave of ecstasy washes over my body, radiating from my core and out through my fingers and toes, my entire body convulsing against his face as he continues his ministrations. As one wave subsides, another builds and crashes over me with the same intensity as the first. When I think I can’t take anymore, he holds me in place and begins all over again, tracing shapes on my swollen, soaked pussy, until I’m blinded by the pleasure he tears from my body, over and over and over again. When he finally lets go of my thighs, I collapse onto the bed beside him, my breathing labored and erratic.

  “God, baby. I could do that all night; you taste so fucking good.” In seconds, I’m underneath him, his hard, muscled body straddling my own. “Are you ready to let me take the lead now?” I think he’s trying to kill me. I can take any more orgasms right now, and I tell him that! He gives me a mischievous look before kissing and nibbling my neck. “Trust me, baby. You can take more. I’ll be gentle, but I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.” True to his word, he gently works my body, kissing every single inch of me, head to toe; massaging my arms, legs, and back. All the while whispering sweet words of worship - some of them English, some of them Italian, and when he finally makes his way up my stomach to my chest, I’m ready for him to fill me; ready to feel his hard, thick cock ride me to a mind-altering climax.

  He reads my mind as I lay back and enjoy his attention. “Now you’re ready for me. Tell me you want me, Addi. Tell me I’m the only one that can give you what you need.” His voice is husky and dripping with desire.

  “You know I want you. You are the only man that can give me what I need… hot shot.” I wanted to call him so many names of endearment, but self-preservation won out. I see fleeting disappointment cross his face before desire clouds all other emotion. He rolls on a condom and lines himself up at my entrance, his throbbing tip, teasing my pussy as I try to take him deeper.

  “Patience, Addison. I want to savor you. You’re always in such a hurry, always running away from me. Let it happen, Tesoro – è inevitabile come le maree.” [it is as inevitable as the tides] With that he slowly eases inside me.

  The cry from my chest is something I’ve never heard before- a satisfied groan that speaks of true contentment as he gradually thrusts every rock-hard inch inside me, stretching me, filling me. When he finally sinks in to the hilt, he lets out a roar that has me on the verge of climax.

  He takes his time, rocking in and out of me, all the while, his eyes locked on mine, stripping away all the bullshit between us, leaving only the phenomenal connection we share when we’re together. He doesn’t pick up the pace, or chase his release; working us slowly toward the most intense euphoria of my life; screaming his name as mine pours from his lips in a litany of worship.

  CARTER

  Four Weeks Later

  So many questions are running through my mind right now. I’ve spent two nights with Addi in the past three weeks, and I have the worst case of blue balls known to man.

  The night of our first date, something real started between us. The connection we share is primal, explosive, quite possibly caustic, and out of this world fucking amazing. We agreed to take it slow, get to know each other, give whatever this is a try, and for the first week I had her all to myself. Xander and Lily were in London, by all accounts, having a blast, and I got unfettered access to Addi without the added pressure of our best friends analyzing us. We met up for dinner on Tuesday, which turned into me taking her quick and hard in the restroom, before skipping dessert and eating her all the night. It was fucking amazing.

  We took a trip up to the Hamptons for a long weekend. I know I said I would never take a girl up there, but fuck if she doesn’t make me break all my own rules. I don’t think we wore clothes for more than half an hour the entire time we were there. We didn’t even make it out of the door to eat; I ordered in every meal and ate most of them off her smokin’ hot body. The sex was out of this world phenomenal, and the rare moments that we spent talking to each other were wonderful. Addi has a warmth and a depth to her that is so endearing, and breathtaking to witness. It’s not often that she lets her guard down like that, but it’s fucking beautiful when it happens. Those moments are worth dealing with her bullshit
; trying to keep me at arm’s length, and picking fights when she gets close to expressing a deeper feeling than an overwhelming desire to ride my cock.

  I want to try and have a relationship with her, but I don’t know how to do that. I’ve never had a “relationship” with a woman, and she is in a league of her own. Every time we are in the same room together, we can’t last two seconds without ripping each other’s clothes off. It’s fucking awesome; I can’t get enough of her, and the feeling of being inside her… it is so goddamn intense, and addictive, and just fucking… perfect.

  When we got back from the Hamptons everything changed. Addi wouldn’t let me walk her up to her apartment, so I dropped her off and headed back to my place, but within the hour her name came up on my cell. I will never forget the sound of her voice…

  “Miss me already, sweetheart?” I know I’ve said the wrong thing when I hear her whimper on the other end of the line. In an instant, my heart is hammering in my chest.

  “There’s blood, Carter… there’s blood.” Holy fucking shit.

  “Addi, baby… you need to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt? Deep breaths for me… please… Tesoro, you have to slow your breathing and tell me what’s going on.” I am shitting myself right now. This crippling fear is why I’ve steered clear of relationships all my life.

  “Lily… gone… blood.” She takes a deep breath and manages to compose herself long enough to speak. “The man that killed her dad escaped from prison last week. They haven’t found him yet. My apartment is trashed and there’s… God, Carter… there’s blood. What if he… shit… if anything’s happened to her…” Her panic and terror are killing me. I need to be with her NOW.

  “Listen to me, Addi. Don’t touch anything. Call the police. I’m going to call Xander. I’m on my way to you now. I’ll be there in ten minutes, okay?” The line is silent. “Addi? Addi? Are you listening to me?” I can hear her gentle sobs.

  “I… I already called Xander.” He must be going out of his fucking mind.

  “Right. Just hang tight, baby. I’ll call the police. You just wait there for me.”

  “Please hurry, Carter… I… I need you with me.” I don’t want to hang up the phone, but the sooner I do, the sooner I can be with her.

  I don’t even remember how I got from my place to her apartment, or making the call to the police. All I know is that I’m standing in the doorway looking in, and what I find before me, rips my fucking heart out. Addi is curled up in the corner of the room, away from the carnage left by Lily’s abductor. She looks tiny with her back to the wall, knees tight to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself, trying to hold it together. I feel like a fourteen-year-old boy again; transported back to the moment I opened that closet door and found Vittoria, helpless and broken. I snap myself back to the present, remembering the vow I made to myself all those years ago and the motto I carry around in ink on my body every day – Fight for what you love. Protect or Die.

  It was in that moment, staring at the broken woman before me, that I realized… I’m falling for her. I stayed by her side, comforting her as best I could, until we got word that Xander had found Lily. She was in really bad shape but he got to her in time. It was fucking brutal waiting at the hospital with Addi in pieces and Xander in ruins. He’s like a brother to me, I would do anything for him. Watching him and Addi waiting to hear if the most important person in their life would pull through was fucking torture. I held Addi in my arms for hours; stroking her hair, wiping her tears from her flawless cheeks and offering whatever comfort I could.

  After that night, Addi completely shut me out. She said she wanted space to focus on Lily and her recovery. I didn’t like it, but I knew she needed me to back off. I agreed to give her this time as a breather, but I told her in no uncertain terms that we would be in contact, and when Lily was feeling better we would be picking up where we left off.

  I hate to admit it, but our time apart has been good for us. The fact that we haven’t been in close proximity has meant that we’ve actually talked to each other, about real shit; on the phone, texting, even PM on Facebook. I’m like a fucking teenager checking my phone every two minutes! There is an honesty in our dialogue that cuts through the bullshit, letting us really get to know each other. It doesn’t hurt that she’s a goddamn comedian; that girl cracks me up. Everything about our relationship seems to work when you separate it out. The sex – fucking perfect; our emotional connection – so fucking deep I don’t even understand it; our personalities complement each other; our sense of humor - exactly the same. I’ve laughed more than I have in years with her. I even burst out laughing in a coffee shop sitting reading a text she sent me the other day. The people at the surrounding tables were looking at me like I was crazy, but I just didn’t give a shit.

  I have convinced her a grand total of twice in the past three weeks to meet up with me. The first time, I went to pick her up at her apartment and we only got as far as the elevator before I had her pinned to the wall with my hand up her dress, ripping her lace panties to get access to her wet, hot, sweet little pussy. I had to pull the emergency stop and fuck here right there and then. I came so fucking hard and fast; her pussy clenching around me as she bit my shoulder to stifle her own release. We never left her building that night. We went straight back up to her apartment and fucked until neither of us could stand.

  The following week was a similar story. We decided to meet at the restaurant this time so that we didn’t get… sidetracked. We managed through the appetizers before I was getting her off under the table, feeling her thighs tremble around my hand as I finger fucked her, flicking her clit with my thumb; her juices dripping down into my palm. The only thing hotter than watching her come in silence, in public, was watching her reaction as I sucked my fingers clean of her arousal, moaning my delight at the taste of her. I had a whole romantic evening planned for us, but it never happened. Addi grabbed me, pulled me into the restroom, dropping to her knees and giving me a fucking amazing blowjob. She swallowed every last drop and licked her lips before walking back out to the table. I’m beginning to realize that restaurants seem to be a major turn on for us! We can’t seem to get through a meal together without having sex in the bathroom.

  It’s an amazing problem to have – I find it hard to hold a conversation with the woman I’m seeing because we are so fucking attracted to each other that we can’t stay dressed or vertical for any length of time. I know I’m going to sound like a pussy for saying it, and I already hate myself for thinking it, but it can’t be just sex with Addi. I want more. I want all of her, but for now, I would settle for being able to control my sexual urges around her for an hour!

  Lily is out of the hospital now, living with Xander and recovering well, so there is nothing to keep us apart. Addi has no excuses, and she knows after weeks of phone conversations that I will fucking call her on her bullshit if she tries to pull away from me.

  It’s shit or bust time. If I can’t find some way to integrate the amazing connection we have when we talk on the phone, with our thermonuclear sexual chemistry, Addi will shut me out because it’s her defense mechanism. She won’t tell me what happened to her that made her so closed off. All I know is what little information Xander could give me, which was that she dated a complete prick who was a serial cheater back in her freshman year of college. What a dick! Why would you go elsewhere when you have a spitfire in your bed waiting for you? She must have loved him to be this fucked up over him years later. The thought that she has ever been in love with someone that isn’t me, makes me so fucking irrationally angry.

  I know now that I’m not just falling for Addi… I’m already completely in love with her. I am all fucking in… and it scares the ever living shit out of me.

  ADDI

  The way I feel for Carter de Rossi scares the shit out of me. We are back on track with our ‘relationship’ if that’s what you want to call it. Our three weeks apart only brought us closer together, and now I know so much
more about the man beneath the beautiful. He is kind-hearted; he loves his sister something fierce; he loves martial arts, training with Xander a few times a week; he has the best laugh I have ever heard – smooth, throaty and sexy as hell; and the real kicker – he speaks Italian when he is aroused or angry, and he doesn’t even realize it.

  We have spent so many hours talking and getting to know each other lately. I feel like we’ve known each other for years. It’s a strange feeling for me to be so comfortable talking to him. Sometimes I even think I could tell him the real story of what happened with Gavin, and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t judge or hate me. Of course, I haven’t told him. I’m not ready to run the risk of him being the one to walk away… because he will walk away if he finds out.

  Carter wants me to meet his younger sister Vittoria. She’s a ballerina and has been on tour for the past six months. She’s in town to do a show and then has a couple of weeks off before she heads back overseas. He says I’ll love her if I get to know her. Sister - I can just about handle… parents are a massive No No! She organized tickets for her performance tonight, so I’ll be watching my first ballet before going out for a late dinner with Carter and his sister. I’m surprised by how nervous I feel getting ready to leave my apartment; checking my make-up, hair, and outfit too many times to pass it off as anything other than desperately wanting to make a good impression on a member of Carter’s family. It’s going to be a long freaking night!

  As my cab pulls up outside Lincoln Center I can see Carter through the crowd, my senses awakened by his proximity. He’s pacing the sidewalk; an elegant, masculine, primal force to be reckoned with. He’s dressed to kill, in a charcoal pinstriped three-piece suit – tailored to perfection. He is quite simply the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on… and he wants me. As I step out of the cab, electricity starts coursing through me; a magnetic force pulling me toward him. I know he feels it too when his head snaps in my direction and our eyes lock before his gaze roams my entire body.