Daddy For The Night

by Nadia Wild

  “Benjamin! Stop, I’m going to come!”

  He goes harder and faster with his tongue and I can’t hold back any longer. I release upon his tongue and he sucks every bit from me. Benjamin stands and I can see my pussy juices glistening on his beard in the moonlight.

  “Don’t you ever tell me to stop again, Sofie. Especially when you’re about to feed a hungry man.”

  My body falls limp into his arms. I'm spent and I didn’t even do anything. He opens the car door for me and the thunder begins to boom. Startling me awake from the orgasm-coma.

  “I better hurry and get you home.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  It’s been roughly eight hours and thirty-nine minutes and my body still tingles from the touch of Mr. McCoy’s beard rubbing against my inner thighs. My pussy aches more than ever before and I need more of him. I crave his tongue pressing onto my tight little bundle of nerves and the pull of my pussy lips between his teeth as he sucks every drop of my sweetness into his mouth.

  I want to please him this time, though. I want to suck him off, but of course I’ve never fucking done it before so hopefully I’m not awful at it. I’m guessing it would be like licking a popsicle.

  Beep! Beep! Beep!

  Fuck. I hit the off button on my alarm. I didn’t get any sleep. My mind hasn’t stopped racing since last night. I stretch my arms over my head, and then throw my blankets off of me. Slinging my feet off over the side of my squeaky bed and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

  Bzz! Bzz!

  My phone vibrates against the nightstand. I look to see a message from Mr. Daddy pop up. What in the world? When did he put his number in my phone and how did he get it? I was right there next to him the whole time. I think back to last night and replay the whole evening in my head, my center aching more and growing wet. Then it dawns on me… it must have been when I dozed off after my orgasm-coma, so apparently I did get a little sleep…

  Mr. Daddy: Good morning, my sweet Kiwi.

  Butterflies flood my belly and I begin to panic. What do I say? What do I call him? Do I call him Daddy? That’s so weird. I mean, I guess at least I don’t call my real dad daddy and I know that’s a “thing”.

  Me: Good morning, Mr. Daddy…

  Mr. Daddy: I expect to see you after class today.

  Me: I’ll be there.

  Mr. Daddy: Good. Can’t wait to taste my sweet kiwi again. ;P

  My legs twitch reminding me that ever since he’s touched me I can still feel him. He hasn’t even taken all the sacred pieces of me, and yet I feel his mark has been placed upon me already. The control he has over me is unexplainable.

  ***

  “Hey, Sofie. Want to grab a coffee in the cafeteria?”

  “Absofuckinglutely not.” I wave my hand in disgust at Brad. What in the hell is he thinking? This scumbag who did nothing but bully me all through school and now he wants to be nice? No, fuck that. “Why the fuck would you even offer? What’s your hidden agenda, Brad?”

  Brad throws his hands up as if he’s showing he has nothing to hide. “Calm down, killer. It was just an offer. Figured I’d try to patch up some years of me being an asshole to you.” Brad stammers.

  A burst of laughter escapes me and rage fills my veins.

  “You think a cup of coffee is going to patch up you and your posse constantly making fun of me and treating me as if I were some infectious disease? Coffee is pretty goddamn good, but it isn’t that fucking good.” I let out a deep breath as I turn away from him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this wonderful about myself. I don't know who I’m turning into, but I think I love her! I hold my head high and power walk away from him.

  Bzz! Bzz!

  My phone vibrates in the back pocket of my jeans against my ass.

  Mr. Daddy: How is your day going?

  Me: Eh. Could be better.

  Mr. Daddy: What’s the matter, Kiwi? Whose skull do I need to crush?

  Me: I suppose that’s for you to find out ;)

  Mr. Daddy: I would watch it there, young lady…

  Guilt starts to creep into my stomach and into my head. I shouldn’t be speaking to Mr. McCoy like this. He’s old enough to be my father… I know I'm eighteen and all but so is his stepdaughter. Maybe I should just invite Arabella to the library instead? I don’t want to cause any problems with her since she’s my partner for the project. I don’t text Mr. McCoy back. Instead, I ignore him for the rest of the day.

  Walking into Sports Media, I grab a seat next to Arabella. Surprisingly, it wasn’t filled by one of the guys that have the hots for her.

  “Hey, Sofie.” Bella smiles as she gives me the once over, instantly causing my cheeks to flush with embarrassment. I look like a rag doll compared to Bella.

  “Hey, Bella.” I mutter quietly, opening my backpack and retrieving my materials for class. “Um… do you think we should work in the library tonight instead of going to your place?” The question escapes my throat and I watch as a puzzled look begins to grace her face.

  “Uh… why? The library is kind of a distraction for me… too many people and they always want to chat.” She nibbles on the end of her ink pen.

  “Oh, okay. Yeah, that’s fine. Your place is fine.” I ramble.

  Brad tries to stealthily sneak into the desk next to Bella, knocks her coffee off of her desk and causes a scene.

  “Shit. I am so sorry, Arabella. Let me buy you a new one after class and make it up to you.” He slides his slimy hands on her shoulder and she plucks his fingers off of her.

  “How about you just use that money and buy yourself some new pick-up tactics.” Bella put Brad in his place and I couldn’t be happier. Everyone in class begins to laugh and Brad’s face turns bright red.

  “Ugh. He’s such a puke.” Bella whispers in my direction and I chuckle quietly.

  “Trust me, I know. I had the pleasure of going to high school with him. He’s always been a douche.” I whisper.

  “Ugh, poor thing. Can’t imagine having to deal with that for that long.” She sticks her tongue out and scrunches her nose in disgust.

  ***

  Hey, Dad! I’ll be at Arabella’s house to work on our project again. I miss you, hope you’re getting rest. Lots o’ love! <3

  As soon as we walk into Bella’s home, I scan Mr. McCoy from head to toe as he stands and pushes a dining room chair back. My center begins to ache for him as I take in his sexiness. I can’t get the thought of how big his cock felt beneath his pants out of my head. He offers his hand to greet me and I nervously shake his hand.

  “You’re back, we didn’t scare you off.” Mr. McCoy smiles, exposing his sexy as sin grin and butterflies swarm my belly again. My mouth grew dry as though every ounce of moisture from my body flooded straight to my pussy.

  “Nope. Didn’t scare me off.” I smile shyly as my mind drifts to his face between my thighs and how he lapped up all of my juices that I made for him.

  “I’m going to take a shower first before we get started on work. Just hang out here or in my room if you want.” Bella broke me from my dirty thoughts about her stepdad.

  “Uh… okay. I’ll hang out here.” I point to the stool at the kitchen island that sits next to where Mr. McCoy stands. Bella walks quickly toward her bedroom where her bathroom is.

  “Well… well… well… we’re alone, Kiwi.” Mr. McCoy licks his lips and steps closer to me, my hands growing clammy by the second. My stomach drops to my toes as he grips my center with his hand. “Bella takes roughly an hour to shower and do whatever the fuck else she does, so let’s go play.” Mr. McCoy growls against my ear.

  My knees weaken and I fall into his grip. I want him and I want to give myself to him. It's my virginity, my body, and my choice. I choose him to get this sacred part of me. I don't want anyone else to get this part of me, I choose him, Mr. McCoy.

  Wasting no time, he lifts me over his shoulder and pulls my jeans down to where my ass hangs out. He smacks it hard, sending a stinging sensation through to my core. He w
alks me down the dark hallway toward the guest bedroom and lays me gently onto the bed. Removing my jeans and panties completely, he looks at my bare pussy and grins with pride.

  "Goddamn it, Sofie." Mr. McCoy lowers himself slowly and sticks his nose at my center, inhaling my scent. His hand brushes my bare thigh, goosebumps begin to rise.

  “What, Mr. McCoy? What’s wrong?” I question nervously through ragged breaths.

  “Mr. Daddy… I believe is what you meant. Nothing is wrong, you’re fucking perfection, Kiwi.” He growls and brings a finger to my center, dipping it just in the entrance and pulling it out. He brought his finger up to my face. “Look at this, do you see how wet you are for me?” I look at his finger, the wetness of myself glistening on his fingertip.

  “Y-yes.” I stutter.

  “Lick it. Taste your sweetness, Kiwi.” He demands softly.

  My eyes widen and I shake my head no.

  “No? Are you telling me no, Kiwi?” He arches a brow at me and runs his wet finger along my lips. Then quickly and roughly flips me over onto my stomach.

  Whack!

  He smacks my ass again, hard. Causing me to moan out in pain and makes my center throb with desire.

  "I want to suck you off, Mr. Daddy." I blurt out nervously. He stops what he's doing and turns me back over onto my back to face him, his hands gripping my hips.

  "Then do it.” He smiles with delight.

  "I-I’ve never done it before.” I admit, swallowing my nerves.

  "Just put your mouth on it and suck, Kiwi. I’ll help guide you.” His eyes are soft, comforting. I lean up on the bed and fumble with his belt buckle, pulling his slacks down and exposing his hard erection. I lick the slit on the tip of his cock and taste something slightly salty. I notice my mouth is dry from my nerves.

  “I need a drink first, I’m sorry. My mouth is dry and I don’t have any spit.” I giggle softly. Mr. McCoy smiles reassuringly and pulls his pants up, exiting the room. Seconds later, he’s back with an ice water for me. I take a big gulp and set the glass down on the nightstand. I couldn’t get my hands to him fast enough to remove his pants, I wanted to feel his cock fat cock twitch the moment the cold ball from tongue ring hit his shaft. My hands reach for his waist and I roughly pull his slacks down again and wrap my mouth around his length.

  “Ooh.” His length twitches in my mouth. “Your tongue ring is cold, Kiwi.” He moans as I swirl the silver ball in my tongue around his long erection.

  “Mmm…” I moan against his cock and he begins to thrust. My pussy aching more and more with need, I reach my hand to my center and begin to play with myself while I suck on his length.

  “Are you touching yourself, Kiwi?” He growls.

  I pull my mouth off of his shaft and nod yes.

  “No, no, Kiwi. That’s my job.” He reaches his fingers beneath my chin and tilts me up. Then pushes me back onto the bed, he hovers over me and pushes his hips between my legs. I can feel the tip of his cock at my virgin entrance.

  "I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you mine." Mr. McCoy slowly pushes his cock inside of my tight hole. I gasp as I feel his cock stretch me for the first time. He is going to ruin me. He’s going to rip my pussy to shreds with his monstrous length.

  "I don't think that will fit..." I say nervously. He laughs as he pushes harder.

  "It’ll fit, Kiwi. Feel it stretching to fit me?” He moves his hands up my shirt and pinches my nipple, finding they’re pierced as well.

  "For being a virgin, you sure a filthy little girl. Aren’t you, Kiwi?” He growls and shoves his cock hard into my center. I let out a scream of pain and pleasure.

  I’ve never felt anything more erotic in my life. I whimper as he slides deeper into me. Leaning down to my ear he whispers, " Do you want me to stop?"

  "No. Fuck me, Mr. Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me." I moan, feeling a release build in my pussy. Grabbing onto his shoulders, he thrusts harder again and again. My nails dig into him and he thrusts faster, his cock going clear to the hilt, over and over. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I shout out as I come all over his hard cock and my legs shake fiercly.

  "Oh fuck, Kiwi. Your tight virgin pussy is pure heaven. I’m never letting you go. You’ll never be with another man. You’re mine." He roars as he pumps harder and harder, faster and faster. His balls smacking against my ass. My pussy clenching around his cock again, squeezing his length. My nails dig deeper and slide down his back.

  "Ooh! Ooh! Yes, Mr. Daddy!” I scream louder. “All yours, only yours.”

  "Good girl, Kiwi. I’d hate to have to punish you if you disagreed with me.” He growls as his hands gently travel my body, his cock thickening with his building release.

  "You’re so fucking perfect, Kiwi. Every goddamn thing about you is fucking perfect.” He whispers roughly as he nibbles my earlobe and then kisses down my sensitive neck. My glasses are bouncing on my eyes with the rhythm of his thrusts.

  Mr. McCoy thrusts over and over until he releases his hot load inside of my virgin pussy. His hands grip my hips hard enough to make me wince as he growls through his release. It’s then that it hits me…

  Mr. McCoy isn’t wearing a condom.

  He slowly pulls out his cock from my center and lies down next to me in bed, both of our chest heaving. Reaching a hand over to my freshly marked pussy, he begins to twirl the small tuft of my pubic hair.

  “Don’t ever shave this.” He demands.

  “Why?” I ask, a smile pulling against my lips.

  “This is the whole reason I call you Kiwi. Your pussy is a little fuzzy and sweet and juicy.” He picks my hand up and kisses the back of it.

  “Oh,” I giggle softly. “Umm… you weren’t wearing a condom.” The words flew from my lips and I fear his response.

  “I know,” he says as he leans up, resting his body on his forearm, staring down into my eyes. “I wanted to mark you and make you mine forever.” He leans his face down to mine, his lips pressing against mine. Kissing me passionately.

  “Forever?” I whisper against his lips.

  “Forever…” He whispers through a smile against mine.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Three months have passed since the first time Mr. McCoy planted his seed deep inside of me, since then he’s done it numerous times. Over the last month, I’ve grown sick with nausea and even missed a period for the very first time. It didn’t take rocket science to figure out what was going on with my body and me. I picked up a pregnancy test last night and told Mr. McCoy I would take it with my first pee this morning. He wasn’t very happy since he wanted to be there for it, but there was no guarantee we’d get a moment alone in the bathroom with Bella around. Surprisingly, she still doesn’t know what is going on between her stepdad and me. But then again she is extremely focused on her studies and on cheer.

  I shuffle to my bathroom, swallowing my spit in hopes of keeping my vomit down. Reaching the bathroom, with the little purple box in my hand I pull the test out along with the directions.

  Pulling my pajama pants down, and sitting on the toilet, I place the little white stick between my legs.

  After peeing for a few seconds, I pull the stick out and set it on the sink next to me. Taking a deep breath, I wipe and flush. Pull my pants up and squat against the tub.

  I can’t look at it yet. I can’t look at it all. What am I going to do with a baby? I can’t take care of a baby when I’m still taking care of my dad. There’s just no way this will work out and how do I explain this to my dad? How do we explain this to Bella?

  I place my head in my hands and my emotions overwhelm, I begin to cry uncontrollably.

  The minutes pass by and it felt like I’d been sitting there forever. Standing I take a depth ragged breath and shuffle to the sink.

  My stomach instantly drops to the floor and my heart begins to flutter quickly. Staring back at me was a little purple plus sign.

  No fucking way… I’m pregnant…

  ***

  I finally re
ach the McCoy’s house in a cab. Bella is at class and Mr. McCoy is here alone. He was waiting for me and already had the gate open for the cab to get in. There he is standing with his hands in slack pockets and a huge smile stretching upon his lips as he waits for the cab to come to a stop in front of his mansion.

  I’m carrying his baby.

  He opens the cab door to greet me and I step out. Mr. McCoy pays for the cab fare and guides me by the small of my back to the front door.

  “What’s wrong, Kiwi? You look like you’ve been crying. I don’t like thinking that you’re sad about this.” Mr. McCoy rubs his hand on my shoulder, comforting me.

  The tears immediately escape me again and Mr. McCoy wraps his arms around me in a firm embrace.

  “Come here, Kiwi. Let’s go sit and talk.” He swoops me up in his arms, cradling me against his broad chest and then sits me down gently on the couch.

  “I’m pregnant, Ben.” I mutter out through a shaky voice.

  “I know, Kiwi. It’s okay. This is amazing news. You’ve got our baby growing inside of you.” He comforts me as he gently rubs my small belly that doesn’t show any signs of pregnancy yet, aside from a tiny bit of bloating. “I know this isn’t what you really wanted but I wanted this with you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to mark you forever. I wanted you to carry my baby inside of your safe beautiful womb.” Mr. McCoy brings my fingers to his lips and kisses them softly.

  “I-I’m scared.” I admit quietly.

  “Scared of what?” He brushes his thumb along my jawline, my pussy growing with need for him. I need to feel his closeness, his comfort, and his love. I needed him to fill me and relieve me from my overwhelming emotions.

  “I’m scared to lose you and end up with a baby all by myself. I’m scared of what my dad will say. I’m scared of balancing the care for my dad, our baby, and school.” I ramble off through the tears that began to form again and drip down my face. “A-and I’m afraid of what Bella will think and say!” I finish telling him my fears and my tears turn into loud sobs.