Don't Call Me Daddy (Once Upon a Daddy)

by Kelli Callahan

  “Oh fuck!” My eyes roll back in my head as I feel the head push past the barrier in the back of her throat.

  She’s figured it out now. Goddamn. She begins to take the entirety of my length every time her head bobs. My cock throbs and pulsates in response to the stimulation. I’m getting close. I do my best to prolong the inevitable just to enjoy her wet mouth as long as possible. It feels too good to give in without a fight.

  “So fucking good…” I mutter and exhale sharply.

  She’s so close to making me erupt. I put a hand on her head and tangle my fingers in her hair. I pull it a little bit without meaning to, and she moans like I just rubbed her clit. She likes that—a lot. I do it again, intentionally and harder, with an even louder response. Is there anything she doesn’t like?

  I decide to take control. I keep a tight grip on her hair, lean forward, and push her back. She tries to keep bobbing, but I don’t let her. I hold her in position and begin to fuck her mouth. I drive my dick deep— slow at first, then faster. The pace gives me the ability to stave off the pressure in my balls.

  “You like it rough, don’t you?” I pull on her hair.

  She does her best to say yes, sir with my dick buried in her throat. I’ve never pushed anyone this far. Fuck, maybe there’s a part of me that loves it as much as she does. I continue hammering my cock into her mouth until there is absolutely no way I can hold back. I’m throbbing and pulsating so hard it’s a miracle I have a single stroke left in me.

  “Finish your apology,” I growl at her and release my grip.

  Ainsley does her best to match the pace I had when I was in control. I don’t even need that at this point. I’m ready to blow. My dick goes deep in her throat, and I grunt a couple of times as she takes me over the edge. The pressure in my balls releases, and my seed surges into her mouth. Thick ropes of lust cause her to choke, but she swallows it down without a single hint of hesitation. She keeps going until every fucking drop is drained.

  “Damn.” There isn’t much else I can say.

  “Was it a good apology?” Ainsley leans back and grins.

  “Best one ever.” I let out a long sigh.

  “Can I please come now?” She twists on her knees.

  “You’re damn right you can.” I lean forward and lift Ainsley up, sitting her on the edge of my desk. My hands move along her inner thighs until her legs are forced apart. The time for teasing is over. I got my reward, and it’s time for her to get the exact same thing. My lips move against her neck while I play with her tits, and then I begin to slowly lower myself to the floor. Her pussy is dripping wet, and when she realizes what I’m about to do, a gasp echoes in her throat.

  I can’t wait to have a fucking taste.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ainsley

  Lawson has gone above and beyond my wildest expectations. None of my fantasies could’ve matched what he’s done to me tonight. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to have a fantasy that doesn’t involve him. I had no idea how far he could take me—how much he could make me squirm—or how punishment and pleasure could be one in the same.

  Now I do, and I want more.

  “I thought I was going to die before I got to come…” A sharp exhale follows my words, and Lawson kisses my inner thighs.

  “The first time.” He looks up at me. “This pretty little pussy is going to come for me so many times tonight that you’re going to beg to take your next breath.”

  “Fuck.” A shudder shoots through me.

  Lawson’s lips and tongue gently glide along my inner thigh until I can feel the heat from his breath on my pussy. His tongue slowly makes a circle around my pussy, then flicks against my clit. It feels incredible. Pleasure runs through me like hot water in my veins.

  In my fantasies, I’m always the one teasing. The one pleasing. I imagine myself doing anything they want and bring myself to climax while trapped in a haze of their imaginary desires. This is different. This is all about me.

  “Wow…” I let out a sharp breath and run my fingers through his hair. “This feels really good.”

  Lawson’s tongue dances against my clit, slides down my labia, and lightly penetrates my pussy. Every bit of it feels incredible, but my clit is what sends the really intense pleasure shooting through my body. Every time I get close to a climax, he slows down. He’s not torturing me anymore, but he’s still prolonging my orgasm. I don’t mind it now, but I’ve been teased and tormented for so long his tongue feels like fire every time it makes a quick rotation around my clit.

  I’m not going to survive this for long, no matter how hard he tries. I feel the pressure building up inside me. It’s built up so many times since we’ve been in his office that it hurts when I get close. It’s a euphoric pain brought on by endless teasing and the realization that I’m finally going to get my release.

  “Oh my god!” My breathing gets heavier. “I’m about to come!”

  Lawson moves his tongue to my clit, and he makes fast rotations around the sensitive bundle of nerves. My muscles tense up, and I begin to squirm, but he holds my legs against the desk. The pressure builds until I can’t take it anymore, and then it consumes me. Bliss radiates from my pussy until it’s surging through my entire body.

  “Yes…” I nearly choke on my own breath, and my words come out as a raspy whisper. “That feels amazing!”

  I begin to peak, and Lawson’s tongue doesn’t slow down. If anything, it gets faster. I’m used to an explosive peak when I masturbate, but this one is different. It lasts longer. It soars higher. I feel like I’m floating in the clouds. When I finally do begin to come down, I feel pressure building. I’m not done.

  “I’m about to come again!” My eyes open wide with surprise.

  A second orgasm sends me back into the clouds. I’ve never had two orgasms back-to-back before. This one tears through my body with a lot more intensity than the first. I dig my nails into Lawson’s scalp and use him for support as I begin to convulse. I stay trapped in the peak for what feels like an eternity before the clouds break, and I begin falling back into reality. The euphoria is mesmerizing and beautiful.

  “Was all of the teasing worth it?” Lawson lifts up and pulls me into his arms.

  “God, yes.” I lean against his shoulder and sigh.

  My body is buzzing, and my thoughts are in disarray. It’s a pleasant kind of chaos where order isn’t needed. I’m simply happy to exist in this moment with Lawson. He holds me long enough for the afterglow to settle in, but then a new hunger begins to form. I’m not fully satisfied. There’s something missing. It isn't a fantasy—it’s as real as the heart pounding in my chest.

  “I want you.” I purr into Lawson’s ear. “Not Principal Brooks—I need the man who kissed me on the couch earlier.”

  “He hasn’t left.” Lawson leans back, and I see the same hunger in his eyes.

  Lawson lifts me off the desk, and our lips sear together. Our second kiss is even more explosive than the first. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks to the door. He opens it so fast the knob slams into the wall, and the next thing I know, we’re in his bedroom. Our bodies entangle as we crash into the bed—lips still seared together, hunger radiating from both of us that is begging to be satisfied.

  I begin to unbutton Lawson’s shirt. Our lips break their seal so he can strip it off. I knew he could easily fill out Superman’s suit, but seeing his shirt come off is still a sight to behold. He looks like he’s chiseled from stone, and his muscles are covered in gorgeous ink. Our lips come back together, and he pushes his pants down low enough to kick them off.

  I want him so bad. More than a fantasy. More than any crush. This is real life, and it’s so much better. Lawson’s lips pull away from mine and tease my neck. My skin is on fire and covered in goose bumps at the same time.

  “Is this your first time?” he asks with a gasp and teases my earlobe with a kiss.

  “Yes.” I exhale sharply.

  “I’ll take good care of you toni
ght.” He lifts up and runs his hands along my body as he positions himself between my thighs.

  I just met him yesterday, but I believe every word he says. It feels strange to trust someone I barely know, especially when so many others in my life have proven to be unworthy of it. Lawson seems different. I don’t have any hesitations about losing my virginity to him. I won’t regret a single thing we do.

  Lawson reaches across me and opens the top drawer of his nightstand. He fumbles around for a moment, and then I see a condom in his hand.

  “You don’t have to wear that.” I put my hand on his. “My mom put me on the pill when I was fifteen; she got pregnant really young and didn’t want the same thing to happen to me.”

  He hesitates for a moment, but then the condom falls to the floor. Maybe it’s foolish, but I want my first time to be as real as it can be. I want to feel him. He hasn’t been with anyone since his divorce. There isn’t anything for either of us to worry about.

  “Okay.” Lawson guides the head of his cock to my pussy.

  All the endless nights wondering if I would ever meet someone seems so meaningless now. I just needed to be in the right place at the right time—to meet someone as amazing as him. I’ve never been an ordinary girl, so I didn’t expect to ever be this happy. I’m thankful that I never gave in the pressure to see if a relationship with someone else would work. This feels so damn right.

  “I’m ready.” I take a deep breath, and Lawson pushes his dick into me.

  “Fuck, you weren’t lying.” He exhales sharply. “So damn tight.”

  “You couldn’t tell?” I gasp.

  “Seeing it and feeling it are two different things.” He pushes a little harder.

  Lawson gets the head of his cock into my pussy, and I grimace. I’m wet and incredibly turned on, but it hurts when he tries to go deeper. He notices my discomfort and waits until my body reacts before he tries it again. The second attempt doesn’t hurt as much, and I moan when I feel him inside me. A couple gentle thrusts push past my hymen, which causes a sharp sting for a moment as it is torn to accommodate him.

  “Are you okay?” He brushes my hair out of my face.

  “Yes.” I nod. “Keep going.”

  The man who gave me every bit of harshness I begged for turns into a gentle giant as he tries to avoid hurting me. Every inch that slides into my pussy requires some adjustment. I do my best to mask the pain. I want him. I want to give him every bit of pleasure that he gave me. I want to feel the passion that he needs.

  “You feel so fucking good.” The hunger in his eyes gets more intense and he gives me a couple of harder thrusts which don’t hurt nearly as bad as the previous ones.

  “So do you…” I bite down on my bottom lip and smile.

  “Don’t lie about it.” He leans forward. “It’s going to feel good soon. Just trust me.”

  “I do.” I purr my response into his ear.

  Lawson pulls his cock back to the entrance of my pussy and gives me a few more good thrusts that allow him to go deeper. I feel a twinge of pleasure from them, but it evaporates once he slides past the point where he previous stopped. There isn’t much more to go. My body needs to adjust to what it was designed to enjoy.

  I feel him pull back again. The next thrust feels better, as does the one that follows it. I gasp and moan with excitement. He repeats that motion several times which sends true pleasure coursing through my veins. I dig my nails into his shoulders and move my hips in unison with him. The pleasure is getting more intense.

  “I’m ready to feel all of you.” I sigh, and my back arches.

  Lawson drives his cock deep into me—as deep it will go. There is a sharp pain at first, but it doesn’t last long. He lets it stay there until I adjust, and then he begins to thrust the entirety of his length into my pussy. It’s getting better by the second.

  “Oh god,” I moan. “You were right. It feels amazing.”

  “Yes, it sure as fuck does.” He lets out a gasp.

  His thrusts start to get faster. Every time he goes deep, I feel a rush of pleasure. My g-spot roars to life as I fully adjust to his cock. Bliss replaces every bit of the pain until it’s nothing more than a mild discomfort overwhelmed by euphoria. This is the best feeling in the world.

  “Don’t stop.” My breathing gets heavier. “Please don’t stop!”

  “You’re going to have to beg me to stop,” he growls his response. “Trust me, you will.”

  I can’t even imagine that scenario right now. The pressure inside me starts to build faster and with more intensity than I’ve ever felt before. An orgasm is coming, and if this is any indication, it’s going to be the most powerful one I’ve ever had. I don’t have any way to stop it, nor do I want to.

  “I’m gonna come!” My muscles tighten up, and I barely get the words out before I feel them release.

  “Come for me, baby.” He narrows his eyes. “Then you’re going to come for me again.”

  He hammers his dick into me, every single thrust slamming into my g-spot. My pussy spasms on his length, and I feel him throbbing in response. The bliss hit me so hard that my head feels like it’s spinning in circles, and I see stars on the edge of my vision. It doesn’t take me long to peak, and it’s even better than the peak I had earlier when he teased my clit with his tongue.

  After the pleasure tears through my body a few times, it feels like I’m in the stars instead of just seeing them. The peak doesn’t even get a chance to end before the pressure starts to build up again. My body is obeying his command, whether I’m ready for another orgasm or not.

  “I’m gonna come again!” I start to quiver.

  “Damn right you are,” he growls into my ear. “As many times as I want you to.”

  The second orgasm melds into the first like I’m experiencing splendor stacked on top of brilliance. Lawson is like a machine, slamming his cock into my pussy, pulsating against my g-spot—anything to give me pleasure while chasing his own in the process. I’m on the edge of my third one before I realize it’s coming, and that one barely registers before he demands another.

  “I love to feel you come,” he growls into my ear. “It’s the best feeling in the world.”

  “Oh god…” My entire body shakes and seizes up.

  I’ve gone from pain that I was fighting to endure when he first penetrated me to mind-blowing ecstasy that I can’t escape. I’ve been destroyed, but my body hasn’t figured that out yet. My mind is unraveling because it doesn’t know how to process this much pleasure. It isn’t wired that way. My breaths aren’t supplying me with enough oxygen. I’m asphyxiating on my own exhales. It has to stop, or I’m going to pass out.

  “Please…” I gasp. “I can’t take anymore.”

  “You will.” A loud growl echoes in my ear. “I’m not done yet.”

  “I’ll do anything!” I force my words out between ragged breaths.

  “Beg me to come in you.” His fingers get tangled up in my hair, and he pulls my ear close to his lips. “Scream for it.”

  I obey without a moment of hesitation. I scream his name. I beg him to come inside me. He’s turned my pleasure against me, just like he did in his office, and I’m scared to admit how much I love it.

  Lawson’s thrusts suddenly become erratic. I see a fire burning in his eyes. I’m about to get what I begged for.

  “Fuck!” Lawson roars like a beast, and his muscles tighten up.

  I thought I was past the point of having another orgasm, but I was wrong. He goes deep. His cock throbs and pulsates against my g-spot, then I feel him come. That might as well be a lit match on a very short fuse. It burns out of control, and I erupt with another wave of bliss as he fills me with his seed. His thrusts slow down, and after a dozen or so more, he’s finally spent.

  So am I.

  I have absolutely nothing left.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lawson

  Ainsley was a virgin when she walked into my life, and I have completely destroyed her. Those
emerald eyes have never looked more beautiful. They’re glossed over with pleasure that she never imagined she could experience. I should feel guilty about it, but I don’t. We both needed something, and we found it, no matter what happens after tonight. I’ve never felt more alive, and I don’t even have the energy to move.

  After I’m spent, I crash into the mattress and pull Ainsley into my arms. I’m so wired that I can’t sleep, but so exhausted that I just want to lay here with her. We stay tangled in a lover’s embrace—skin on skin—for nearly an hour before she begins to stir. I’m worried she’s going to leave, but all she does is turn over in my arms and get more comfortable.

  Perfect. That’s exactly where I want her to stay.

  “That was incredible.” She lets out a soft little sigh—one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.

  “I told you I’d take good care of you tonight.” I pull her closer. “I wish we had more than one to share…”

  “I can’t make any promises right now, but I might be able to get someone to cover my shift at work next weekend.” She looks up at me. “If you want to see me again.”

  “You wouldn’t be in my bed right now if I didn’t want to see you again.” I meet her gaze. “I’m not that kind of man.”

  “I didn’t think you were.” Ainsley lifts her hand and lightly traces my tattoos. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course.” I nod.

  “Do you have any fantasies that we can try next weekend?” A devious grin forms on the edge of her lips.

  “Fantasies?” I raise an eyebrow and then pull her close. “Well, this is one—right here, right now.”

  “This is pretty nice.” Her grin fades into a beautiful smile.