by Aubrey Cara
Shutting off the water I wrap a crappy little towel around her before picking her up and carrying her out to the bedroom. We’re still soaking wet, but I don’t give a shit. I lay her over the end of the bed and shove her legs wide before burying my face right where I want to be. I lap at her folds and suck her clit into my mouth before thrusting my tongue inside her. All the while her hands yank at my hair as her body writhes, but I hold her in place, a prisoner to my mouth.
From clit to asshole hole, I lick her. When I run my tongue around her tight little rosette, she squirms and pulls at my hair. “Fuck Hank, not there.”
I push up her legs and swat her ass. “Who?”
She grows still. “Daddy.”
I love how she says “Daddy,” like she’s scandalized as all hell.
“Is Daddy’s girl allowed to swear?”
She shakes her head.
“Is Daddy’s girl allowed to tell Daddy what to do, or where he can touch her?”
She sucks her bottom lip in and blushes. Honey trickles out of her pussy at my words, pooling at her sweet little back hole.
“Daddy, please,” she starts, but I wrap her hands around the back of her knees and splay her wide.
“Hold yourself open.” I run my fingers through her honey, leisurely coating them. “Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?”
“Daddy.”
“And here?” I ask slowly pushing a wet finger into her bottom hole, never taking my eyes off hers as she whimpers. “Who does this ass belong to?”
“Daddy,” she pants, her eyes rolling closed.
“That’s right, baby girl. You belong to me.” More of her juices spill out, and I’m suddenly dying to see my cum leaking out of her. “You on the pill? Do you know if you’re clean?”
I’ve caught her off guard. Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she nods, looking away. “I—I’ve always used condoms, but I’m on the pill, too. And last month when—I thought Cody was cheating, I got tested.”
“I’m clean, too, and I want to feel you coming on my bare cock. Would you Daddy to fuck you raw, princess?”
“Yes, please.” She says it so sweetly, I almost push into her on the spot. But I still want to play.
I pull free of her ass only to ease two slippery digits back inside her, watching as her rosette stretches. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby. Rub your clit for Daddy. Let me know when you’re about to come.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me.”
Hesitantly, she touches her clit but doesn’t move her fingers. I grab her wrist with my free hand and smack down on her pussy. “Ahh.”
“Do it right or your sweet little pussy is going to get a spanking.”
She whimpers as she circles her clit. I pump slowly in and out, and her movements grow less self-conscious.
“Oh, yeah, does that feel good, baby girl? You like Daddy working your ass while you play with your pussy?”
Her little mewl as she pushes her hips down onto my fingers, her eyes rolling closed, is the only answer I need.
“Someday, I’m going to take you right here.” I spread my fingers as I pump in, and her body arches. “And you’re going to come so hard for me, your pretty ass stretched out over my cock.”
Her pink-tipped mounds rise and fall with her shallow, quick inhalations, and her movements grow jerky. She’s so wet, sloppy sounds fill the room. I can’t help but lean down and suck in a nipple. I suck a little harder, biting down as she moans low and feral. Her hips pump like mad against my fingers and her own. I doubt she’s even registering my words anymore.
“Are you getting close, baby?”
“Mmhmm.”
“How close?”
“So close, Daddy. Oh god, I’m going to come.”
With one hard thrust I’m inside her, pounding into her swollen cunt as she convulses on my bare cock. I thought she felt like heaven before, but this, this feeling of her silky, swollen walls closed fist tight on my dick—this is the real place I want to go when I die.
Her yells are guttural and thrum through my body, making my head spin. “Fuck, baby girl, that’s right. Keep coming on Daddy.”
Jesus. H. The way she tears at the sheets when her body arches with each orgasm that racks her body—her moaning cries every time I hit deep inside her—it’s all fucking perfection.
My balls ache from holding back, but I don’t want this to end. I want to stay inside her forever. Slowing down, I give her and myself a reprieve. I want to see her over me, milking my cock when I come.
Easing out, I scoot up and on the bed and lie down, holding my hand out to her. “Come ride my cock, baby girl.”
She’s a limp rag as she shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t come again.”
“Yes you can, sweetheart. Come on. Just once more.”
Slowly she crawls up over me, her gorgeous breasts swaying. She lays herself completely over me like a blanket and snuggles her face into my neck. “I’m all done, Daddy. No more.”
My cock bobs, popping her against the ass. I grab her hips, pushing her down. “No ma’am. You’re not done until Daddy’s done. Up you go.”
I ease her up and lift her hips. She rises on trembling thighs. Taking my cock in her slender hand she guides me home, easing down on me with a hiss.
“That’s it, take it nice and slow.” I can’t take my eyes off where she’s feeding my length into her cunt.
We both groan when I’m fully seated. Head thrown back, she slowly rises and lowers, her sweet pussy flexing and clenching tight every time.
“Squeeze me like that. Squeeze Daddy just like that.” Groaning, my eyes roll closed. I’m gripping her hips so damn tight. I’m not sure if it’s more to control her movement or to keep from hammering up inside her.
She flexes and rolls a little faster. Falling forward, her breasts smoosh to my chest. She buries her face in my neck, not stopping her sweet, torturous movements over my cock.
“Daddy--” Her breath puffs against my skin. “Daddy, I want to feel you come inside me.” Her hand skims over my jaw, and I suck her fingers into my mouth, growling at her words.
I can’t keep myself from slamming up inside her. She sits up to take my thrusts, meeting mine with her own, until she calls out, back arched. I milk her orgasm, holding her in place and pumping up into her deep and slow.
Her honey gushes around my cock, her walls a tight vise, and I can’t hold back anymore. My cock pulses, flooding her and spilling out as I hold her tight down on me. I come longer and harder than I’ve ever come before.
When she falls limp over my chest, I tilt her head up to kiss her sweetly. Her lips curve into a tired smile as she rubs her nose on my chest like a kitten. She did that the other night when we’d been together, and it’s quickly turning into one of my favorite things.
Rolling her to her back, I ease out of her and get onto my knees between her legs. The sight of her wet thighs spread wide, my cum leaking out of her, has to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“Jesus, you’re gorgeous like this.” Her body flushed and spent because of me. “You’re beautiful all of the fucking time, but like this...” I want to remember this moment always. “Don’t move. Daddy wants a picture of you just like this.” I drop a kiss to her mound and hop off the bed.
“Wait, what?”
18
CANDI
Did he just say he wants a picture of me?
I’ve been floating on a sensual high. Basking in the glow of his praise. Glorying in my newfound wonder over multiple orgasms, the likes of which I’ve never experienced. The fog of completion is lifting with his words, though.
Hank pads back into the room from the bathroom carrying his phone, while I’m still splayed wide on the bed. The phone is aimed up, camera ready. I shut my legs like a trap.
“No, ma’am. Spread ’em.” He grabs my knees.
“Nu-uh.”
“Candice, when Daddy says spread ’em, you’d bet
ter spread ’em. Unless you want to find out what the punishment is for not doing as you’re told.”
“You know, I’m finding this daddy thing vastly one-sided,” I pout. Yet I still find myself spreading my legs. I put my middle finger up as he snaps a shot.
“Naughty girl,” he growls. “I’m still keeping it.”
“Let me see.” I hold my hand out, and he passes me the phone. I’m, well…mussed would be a delicate term. I’m not very delicate, though. I look fucked within an inch of my life, and my tummy is all scrunched up. My boobs look weird when I’m on my back. “I look horrible. I’m deleting this.”
He snatches the phone out of my hand. “It’s not for you. It’s for me. I want to remember this moment.”
That’s sweet and sentimental in a way my brain is trying to wrap around. “Oh. Well then, can we take another?”
Hank chuckles, and I blush. Call it vanity, but if the man wants a nudie pic of me, I want it to be a good one.
He holds up the camera. “I’m ready when you are.”
I spread my legs and put my feet flat on the bed, bending my knees up, so my thighs appear smaller. Then I prop myself up just enough that my breasts are perky instead of flat and my waist looks extra slim. Or, at, least I hope so.
Hank snaps the photo and hands me the phone, walking back into the bathroom. I hear the water running as I check the picture of me. I’ve never seen me after sex, and I wonder if I always look like this or if it’s just with Hank, the god of orgasms.
I sigh, realizing that, yes, he’s gone from buffoon to god in my mind with the delivery of good sex.
Really good sex.
The sex I’ve been having for years has been so disappointing, I didn’t understand the full concept of good sex. The new picture is much better. I still look roughed up, but in a…sexy way. I guess I do feel aware of myself in a different way. Just this afternoon I strutted around a strip club naked.
Lordy, I can’t believe that was just this afternoon.
Hank comes in with a washcloth, and this time I know better than to fight him. I just lie back and scroll through his pictures while he cleans me. It reminds me of a full-service gas station that we used to go to when I was really little. The comparison makes me giggle.
“Should I ask what you find so funny?”
“I was wondering if I have to tip you for the full-service job you’re doing down there.”
A yelp escapes me as he flips me over and playfully slaps my ass. He covers me with his body, growling into my neck before curling around me and pulling us to our sides. He kisses my cheek before settling behind me with a contented sigh.
He can be so hard and unforgiving one minute then like this. All playful and tender. The man is an enigma. “I don’t understand you at all, Hank Buchannan.”
“Right back at you, princess.”
Hank pulls his phone out of my hand. I had forgotten I was holding it. “Hey, I wasn’t done looking at your pictures.”
“Why do you want see my pics?” he groutches, but he still hands it back.
“To make sure taking pictures of naked girls isn’t like ‘your thing’ and I’m about to end up on some website wall of shame.”
“What kind of guys have you been with?” he asks, propping his chin on my shoulder as I scroll through.
“The kind of weirdos who call themselves Daddy and take naked after-sex pics of me to post on the Internet.”
“No Internet. No one gets to see my girl naked but me.”
His words warm a little place inside me. I’m not sure what it really means when he says “my girl”—he could be implying he’s my boyfriend now, or we’re officially fuck buddies. I have no idea, but I like it. I also really like him spooned around the back of me, like a missing puzzle piece that has found its place.
His weight leaves my back and he flops down next to me. I guess he’s done looking at the pics I’m scrolling through. He’s probably seen them a million times. It also assures me he doesn’t feel like he has anything to hide, not that I thought he did.
Truth is, I find his pictures interesting. They tell me a little bit about him even as they make me realize I don’t know him at all. There’re tons of pictures of places he’s been. Mountains, woods, streets. Pictures of people I’ve never met, and bars I’ve never been to. Some pictures feature the inside of planes, but not normal passenger planes. Then some of open sky and the outside of a plane. “Oh shit, did you jump out of a plane?”
“Are you swearing?”
“You swore, Mr. Daddy Double Standard.”
“Daddy Double Standard?”
“You heard me.”
“I did hear you. It sounds like the noise you hear before a little girl gets in trouble with her daddy.”
“Whatcha gonna do about it, Daddy?” I taunt. “Or should I call you Colin McGellan?”
He stiffens, and I instantly regret saying it. The playful mood has been sucked from the room with a few careless words said in fun.
“Candi, we need to talk.” His tone is serious. When he turns me to my back, I see the look on his face. Somber and serious.
Dammit.
“We don’t have to talk.” I was enjoying our bubble of reality denial. For a while, I was able to forget we’re on the run. That my brother is in danger and no matter what, is leaving me. Has chosen to leave me like everyone else in my life.
“Candi.” My name comes out as exasperation, regret, and a plea all rolled into one. His eyes that were the warm color of whiskey while he was inside me, are hard now. I’m not about to get a reprieve this time. He wants my honesty because I have not been honest.
The fact that he showed up today as Colin McGellan tells me he hasn’t exactly been forthcoming either. I’m a bit perturbed by that, but let it go for the moment.
“I don’t know where to begin,” I say pushing myself to sit up against the pillow and escape his looming form.
“How about the beginning?”
The beginning. So easy, yet so complicated a request. Do I start from where my mother died? Or from where my dad started taking me to cheat at cards? Or do I start from when my older brothers started to self-destruct and I promised myself I would never let Dylan become like them?
I choose to keep it simple and to the point. No need to lay my whole depressing life at his feet. He already thinks I’m a pathetic mess.
“The night of the party,” I begin. “After I drove home, I was sitting in the driveway when they dumped Dylan on the front lawn. I wanted to take him to the hospital, but he wouldn’t let me. That’s when I found out Cody had introduced him to some guys, and he’d been selling coke...only he lost a bag. He promised me he wasn’t doing it, but I don’t know if I can believe that. I didn’t know at the time he owed Dom the money, I just knew he owed someone three thousand dollars, and if he didn’t pay, they were going to kill him. And I had enough saved up, so I used the money to pay off his debt.”
“Wait, if you paid Dom, what the hell were you doing at the club wagering yourself in a game of poker to a bunch of strip-club owners?”
“Well...” This is the hard part to explain. Avoiding eye contact I inspect a broken nail and take a deep breath. “I…the thing is…” This is so humiliating. “Dylan wasn’t really up for going anywhere, not that I was about to trust him with that kind of money, you understand?”
Hank looks at me expectantly, and I swallow my embarrassment.
“I had to ask Cody to come with me. We’d broken up, but he’d gotten Dylan into the mess to begin with, and he assured me he knew who to pay and where to go, but then…well, he kinda stole the money. He told me he had paid the debt. Instead he ripped us off.”
“Jesus.” Hank runs a hand over his face as he sits against the pillows.
“And I couldn’t go to the police.” I leave out the fact that I still haven’t turned Cody in for assaulting one of my co-workers. I’m too ashamed to say it out loud.
“Of course not,” Hank chimes in, but I can�
��t tell whether he’s being sarcastic or serious.
“I couldn’t. I mean, can you imagine? Anyway, Dom sent his idiot goons to the house the day you and Wyatt were coming over, and they told me I had to pay up. I went down to the club, and Dom was going to let me work off my debt.” I’m not about to tell Hank the first offer of how I could work off my debt. I let him assume I was just planning on stripping. “Today I had to go in and…”
Shit. I can’t tell Hank about the humiliating experience of Dom’s “audition.” Of having to take my clothes off for the drug lord, all the while knowing if I didn’t, he’d go after my brother.
“You had to what?” he asked.
“Um, find out my schedule.”
“And take off your clothes for Dom,” Hank adds with his jaw clenched tight, probably recalling the scratches Dom left on me.
“I didn’t really want to strip.” That’s the understatement of the year. “So, when I saw they were setting up to play poker I asked to join, ’cause, well—”
“Because you know how to count cards, because your dad used to take you with him,” Hank supplies and I’m surprised he knows that about me.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Your brother told me the other night.”
“Oh.” I’m embarrassed Hank knows that about me. I’m not exactly proud of the fact I used to help my father cheat at cards.
“And all the guys were just okay with you asking to join a private game?”
“Not exactly. Dom was very unhappy, but one of the guys, Tullson, he said he’d buy my way in if I wagered myself…and well, you know the rest.” I turn to Hank. “That’s the long and the short of it.”
“The long of the short of it,” Hank mutters, shaking his head. “And you didn’t think I could help, why?”
“Besides not wanting to put you in danger? I didn’t want you to turn my brother in.”
“But it was okay to put yourself in danger? Do you have any idea of what could have happened to you?”
Tears of frustration sting my eyes. “Do you think I’m that naive? Every time I met with that man, I knew exactly what could happen to me and I was scared to death. I know how lucky I am.”
