by Jessa James
I couldn’t wait to see her, and with all the work I had to do, that came quickly. Before I knew it, I was racing down the stairs to open the door when the bell rang.
The moment I opened the door to welcome her in, I knew something wasn’t right. I always looked forward to seeing her youthful smile or mischievous smirk. She knew how to use her sweetness and sexiness to her advantage and at the right time. My dick liked both and responded every time. Now though, there was neither, and I felt a sudden squeeze in my heart. Something was wrong, and I wanted to see her smile again.
“Are you alright, little girl?” I asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. I used that endearment with her to know I wanted her to answer me or she’d be over my knee.
“I’m fine,” came her reply. I knew better than to let that go. I’d had enough ex-girlfriends to know that ‘I’m fine’ meant something was definitely wrong.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” A sudden thought came to my head, one that actually had me nervous. “Is it about last night? Do you regret what happened?”
I almost breathed a huge sigh of relief when she automatically shook her head. Her eyes widened and her lips parted to shout, “No! Of course, not! I just—”
The heavens must have been siding with her because in that moment, Ashley began to cry, and Mary used that as an excuse to put an abrupt halt to our conversation and leave me to tend to her with a million more questions in my head. I wasn’t going to let this go. She shouldn’t be bottling up her problems all to herself. She had to know she could talk to me. I was going to make her see that, that there was more to this than just sex. We had all afternoon.
It was three hours later when Ashley finally went down for a nap and Mary and I could talk once again. I asked her to follow me into my office and I went to sit in my chair, and she made a move to sit on the leather one on the other side of my desk. I was quick to shake my head.
“Sit on my lap,” I said, patting my thigh.
She froze for a second before walking over to me. With her legs dangling over my left thigh, she breathed out a comfortable sigh of relief while I wrapped a firm arm around her waist.
“Now tell me what’s wrong…”
“You sound like a dad,” was her immediate response. “Although I don’t really know how a dad’s supposed to act like. Mine was absent.” She was quick to correct herself. “Or at least, you act and sound how I think a dad’s supposed to be like…”
“That’s why you call me Daddy, isn’t it?” I asked, my hand on the side of her waist while the other wrapped around her nape. I wanted her to look at me, not to hide anything. “I’m here to listen and help you and give you whatever you need, whether it’s a good, hard fucking or a spanking over my knee.”
She was trying to stop herself from crying, but I needed to let her know she had nothing to worry about. Crying was okay, especially if I got to hold her as she did it. Softly, I moved my hands from her waist and neck to wrap them around her entire torso tightly, pulled her into me so her head was tucked beneath my chin.
I started to play with her hair, to stroke it gently, and it was then she finally broke down. She told me how she and her mother fought earlier, told me how she didn’t want to move across the country and that she wanted to stay in town and work at a pre-school. She told me how she could easily get a job here if she stayed, but her mother wanted anything but. By then end, she was all out of tears, and my arms were wrapped even tighter around her. I pulled my head away from hers before I began to kiss her on the lips, cheeks, and forehead. My arms remained around her, never letting go, and her hands had found their way around my waist and up to my back. She hugged me as tight as she could, and it was the most comfortable feeling ever.
“Everything will be alright, Mary,” I said. “I’m always here for you.”
She nodded her head, closing and opening her lips from time to time. Finally, she said, “Will you help me apply to the local colleges? I already did some research, and there’s one here that offers teaching certificates.”
I beamed at her.
“Of course!” I shook my head and told her she didn’t need to look so nervous asking me for help. I reminded her again that she could come to me for anything, and with that, I helped her off my lap and told her we were getting to work. “We’ll start right now!”
She thought I was teasing her. I definitely wasn’t, and I let her sit on a chair beside mine, gave her my laptop to work on. She started filling out the application, and after two hours of diligent effort on her part—I worked on my latest project beside her—the form was completed and submitted. I told her I’d help her research on the neighboring colleges as well, so at least she had a few to choose from.
“I’m relieved to know I have some options, that I might be able to stay in town,” she said, putting the lid down on the laptop. Sitting back in the chair, she looked drained.
She needed a break and a naughty idea crossed my mind. There was no second guessing though, and since I knew she would love it, I bent down, put my hands on her waist and lifted her off the chair and placed her ass down on my desk. I pushed the papers away, settled in my computer chair, and spread her legs wide. I heard her suck in a breath at the realization of what I was about to do before she took a fistful of my hair, squeezed, and let her head fall backward.
Eagerly and with a naughty smirk tainting my lips, I impatiently worked her panties off. She arched her back when my finger rubbed faintly against her clit and she let out a soft, feminine moan when I leaned down and with my tongue, teased her entrance. I wanted to take her slowly. To know there was more than one way for me to pleasure her. I wanted to savor eating her out, because, fuck, she tasted so good, and to give her the ultimate experience. I didn’t want to rush doing this to her since it was her first time to have her pussy eaten. I wanted to hear her screams, feel when her fingers tangled in my hair, the breathy moans, the dripping arousal.
“Gabe…uh…” Her womanly voice filled the room, and I could feel my dick grow bigger and harder. It wanted in, now, but it wasn’t in charge. At least not right now. Femininity really was the biggest turn-on. “That feels so good…”
I slipped a finger inside, found that little hook inside her pussy. It set Mary off like a firework. It felt so deep when it really wasn’t, and it’d never failed to make a woman go crazy, and with the way Mary was moaning and thrusting her hips against my fingers, I knew she thought it was amazing as well. After a while, I wanted to add another layer to her experience, so I began to lick her pussy and mixed it with a little sucking and faint biting. At the same time, I moved my fingers much faster in and out of her, and I could feel her start to shake against me.
“I’m gonna come…Gabe…I’m gonna…”
“Let go, baby,” I said. “Relax…let Daddy taste your juices.”
And it was the sweetest taste I’d ever had, both figuratively and literally. She milked my finger while I licked up every drop of her desire. It was safe to say that it took her a while before she finally stood up from my desk. I couldn’t keep the boyish grin off my face to see her so done in. Yeah, I could please the fuck out of my girl.
Chapter Seven
Mary
I rushed to get to Gabe’s place, eager to share the good news. I couldn’t fucking believe it. I squeezed the documents in my hand and got in my car as fast as I could. There was no one at home, my mom went out of town with her fiancé, so there was no one to reprimand me and tell me how bad a decision I was making. I knew this was the right decision and she was just being selfish. This wasn’t about her. It was about me, what I wanted, what would make me happy.
I rang the doorbell, and in my excitement, it was only then I realized that I wasn’t even sure if he was home. I wasn’t supposed to come over today. It was my day off and I hadn’t once stopped by on an off day.
Suddenly, I felt nervous. I honestly had no idea why. Gabe had been supportive all along, yet I felt foolish all of a sudden, driving over t
o his place on a whim.Would he want me here? Where could he be? My paranoid brain started to think. Yesterday, when we were together, he didn’t mention his plans for today. He only mentioned that the worst of his workload had passed, so he was excited to enjoy the slower pace at the office. That meant we could spend time together, but why didn’t he invite me to come over today? Was I only useful when I needed to look after Ashley? Did he only fuck me on my work days so that it was just a work-with-benefits thing? At that thought, I couldn’t help the sudden sinking feeling in my heart. I was becoming paranoid and clingy, two things I knew were a turn-off.
I placed a finger on each of my temples and started to rub. I took deep breaths and told myself to not be a jealous bitch of whomever he was with. We weren’t exclusive, but the idea of him telling some other woman to go stand in the corner had me ready to grab a hatchet. Did he play the Daddy role with someone else? We hadn’t determined the status of our relationship yet, but fuck it, I didn’t want to and wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but I was starting to have feelings for him. Very deep ones. Ones that had me wanting to be his only little girl, to be the only one he licked and sucked, fucked and cared for.
Ughhh. I squeezed my eyes shut, and with perfect timing, the door opened, and I stared into familiar blue eyes as I did yesterday and the days before. My heart leapt at the sight of him.
“Mary…you’re here,” he said, shock tinging his face. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes…” I stuttered a bit until I mustered the best smile I could. “I came over because…” I squeezed the documents in my hand, and he noticed. Slowly, he reached his arm out and took the papers away from me, looked through them. A smile slowly spread across his face.
“An acceptance letter to a teaching program and a job offer at a pre-school?” He grin was as wide as a Cheshire cat now, from ear to ear, but what took me by surprise the most was when he closed the distance between us and planted a full kiss on my mouth. “I’m so proud of you.”
With those words, I melted into his arms, as he took me inside and kicked the front door closed behind us.
* * * *
Gabe
“What time…is your mom…d-dropping off Ashley?” Mary asked me in between heavy breaths.
We spent the whole day watching movies, from romantic comedies and dramas to action and foreign language films. The only time we took a break from staring at my huge TV screen was when I called the nearby Chinese restaurant for delivery. I asked Mary if she wanted to go out to celebrate her two victories – getting accepted into the college she wanted and nabbing a job – but she preferred to just stay in and cuddle.
It was so cute how she said it even – that she wanted to cuddle and have me for herself. It was a glimpse into a different side of her. She was usually so confident, both in the way she moved and acted, and seeing her being shy and unsure for a moment was a sight forever ingrained in my brain. That she showed it all to me made me feel, well, like a fucking rock star.
“Gabe…” she breathed out heavily.
Under the thick blankets, my fingers had found their way to her panties and were rubbing the lace material against her. I noticed how her breathing had turned ragged, and she wasn’t watching the movie so much anymore. She closed her eyes for a moment as her head fell backward, and in a move of confidence, she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and moved my hand underneath her panties, showing me exactly where she wanted me to touch and how hard.
“Not tonight. Next week,” I said, not stopping my finger play. “Enough about Ashley and my mother.” They were the last two people I wanted to think about when I had my hand inside Mary’s panties.
And with that, I flipped us over. Her back was splayed across the couch as I straddled her. My fingers continued to move and tease her pussy, and her hands roamed my back until they stopped at the end of my shirt to take it off. I did, with pleasure. I pulled the shirt over my head and threw it onto the floor before I began to remove her tank top. I couldn’t help but smile widely at the sight of lace on her chest.
“You’re wearing a bra,” I said. “You never wear a bra.” While I liked the easy access her going bare provided, the sexy lingerie had my dick throbbing.
She let out a light, feminine chuckle. Ah...music to my ears. “I didn’t even think about changing. I rushed over here the moment I received those letters.” The full confidence was back in her and she looked at me with the most mischievous of smiles. “You know why I never wear a bra.”
“And why is that?” I asked, two fingers digging inside her, and she arched her back off the couch to push me in deeper.
“I was trying to get you to have sex with me.”
“And I took your virginity.”
“You’ve done more than that.” The smirk on her face softened, and she made a move to pull her denim shorts and panties off. Clearly, this making out wasn’t enough for my little vixen. “Y-you’re…you care about me. You’re not only constantly teaching me about sex, but with life in general. Gabe…you’re the one who helped me apply to college and the jobs at the pre-schools. You’ve done more than anyone ever has…more than my own mother…you’re like a boyfriend and father rolled into one. You take care of me and…I-”
She stopped there. Suddenly, she looked nervous, but she hid it by closing her eyes and focusing on the way my fingers pushed in and out of her. I didn’t want her to be nervous, never around me. She should already know by now that I’d always be here for her. But it seemed she didn’t know that, that she’d said too much, or said something that was too serious too soon. Didn’t she know she was The One for me? I wouldn’t have fucked her otherwise.
“I think I like that,” I said, getting her to look at me by hooking a finger under her chin. “Being your boyfriend and your Daddy.”
Her eyes flew open at hearing those words and began to search mine. To look for the truth. Slowly, the nervousness and the wrinkle on her forehead began to disappear, but a little were still left, and so, I eased her nerves a bit. She was with me. She didn’t need to be scared of anything.
I brought my face closer to hers and placed soft and hard kisses on her lips. Her hands moved to my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head and pushing my shorts off my legs until I was naked and my dick pressed against her thigh. She still had on her bra and panties though, but removing them was easy—and a joy.
“Gabe…” she breathed, when she felt me pushing my dick inside her. She arched her back off the couch again to give me better access. She wasn’t a virgin any longer, her pussy opening for me nicely now. I’d had her so many different ways since that first time, but I had yet to come anywhere but nice and deep. I’d come in her mouth one of these days, but I just wasn’t ready to give up fucking her.
I pushed and pushed until I couldn’t go any deeper, the head of my dick bumping the end of her tight passage. I looked at her, saw the smile on her face, and couldn’t help but kiss her again. There was just something about her – a lot of things actually. I couldn’t pinpoint just one. She made me feel so much, and I never wanted those feelings to ever go away. She made life better, especially with her smiles, and of course, the steamy sex. With every hip thrust, with every one of her breathy cries, I thought, “Mine.”
“Fuck…” I groaned, when she parted her legs wider so my dick could go even deeper. She rested the back of her ankles on my shoulder, her moans getting louder – almost screams – as I continued to thrust in and out of her. Fuck, how did she know to do that?
“So naughty,” I murmured.
She grabbed at my hair, her breasts, my ass, and her clit, as I began to pick up my pace. She was screaming now, saying my name out loud for the neighbors to hear. I didn’t care. I loved it when she shouted. It was like my trophy for winning her. It was definitely a stroke to my ego the way she lost herself in what I did to her, but more importantly, it told me she was more than enjoying every inch of my thick dick.
“Mary…” I breathed her name, and she knew what that m
eant. I felt my dick jerk inside her, and soon enough, my cum flooded her pussy. I continued to pump slowly, in and out, and when I finally pulled away, we both grinned at the sight of my cum dripping wet from her.
“Yeah, not a virgin any more. That pussy’s mine.” I met her green gaze. “Right, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. My pussy’s just for you.”
“Come here,” I said to her, stretching my arm out, so she could rest her head on my chest. My couch was the right size, so that both of us could lie down squished against each other. She snuggled closer to me, our legs intertwined and with my arm splayed over her breasts. I planted a soft kiss on her hair.
“You know I’m not letting you go now, right?” I said. When she looked up at me, eyes full of surprise and love, she grinned.
“I’d like that because I don’t want to go anywhere.”
Chapter Eight
Mary
“Mary…”
I heard his voice. It was almost pleading, yet still commanding. He was my Daddy. I knew he wasn’t my father. God, that was gross. But he was everything I wanted a man to be. He was emphatic, but dominating. I called him that blatantly now – Daddy – and every time, he responded positively. He’d either tell me to sit on his lap or snuggle into him, and I loved it. He felt so big and warm against my tiny frame. Every time I was with him, I felt like nothing bad was ever going to happen to me because he would protect me.
“Mary,” he said again, walking over to where I was sitting on the couch. As he always did, he wound his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I dug my face in the crook of his neck and breathed out a sigh of relief. I automatically felt comfortable, like I could close my eyes and fall asleep. “What’s bothering you? Come on, tell Daddy your problems. Didn’t I tell you two nights ago that I wasn’t letting you go?”
