C*M FOR DADDY

CHAPTER 3

David's bedroom was exactly what I'd imagined—dark wood furniture, king-sized bed with expensive sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the backyard. The same backyard where we'd had family barbecues. Where Ethan had proposed to me three years ago.

I pushed the thought away.

David closed the door behind us, and the click of the lock made my stomach flip.

"Take off the dress," he commanded, leaning against the door, arms crossed. "Slowly."

My hands trembled as I reached for the hem. I'd never stripped for anyone before, not like this. Ethan had never asked. But something about the way David watched me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—made me want to put on a show.

I pulled the dress up slowly, revealing my thighs, my hips, my stomach. His eyes tracked every inch of exposed skin. When I lifted it over my head and let it drop to the floor, I stood completely naked before him.

"F*ck," he breathed. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

"You imagined me?"

"Every night for the past six months." He pushed off the door, stalking toward me. "Every time you came to my house in those tight jeans. Every time you bent over to get something from the fridge. Every time you called me 'Dad' at family dinners, all I could think about was bending you over and making you call me Daddy for entirely different reasons."

Six months. He'd wanted me for six months.

"I thought I was crazy," I whispered.

"You're not crazy, baby girl. You just married the wrong man." His fingers traced my collarbone, down between my breasts. "My son doesn't deserve you. Doesn't appreciate what he has."

"And you do?"

His hand wrapped around my throat—not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. "I'm going to worship every inch of you. I'm going to make you come so many times you forget your own name. And then I'm going to ruin you so thoroughly that no other man will ever be enough. Starting now."

He backed me toward the bed and I fell onto it, bouncing slightly on the mattress. David stood at the foot of the bed, eyes raking over my naked body spread before him.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "Show me how you do it when you're alone. When you're thinking about me."

My face burned, but I was too turned on to be embarrassed. My hand slid down my stomach, between my legs. I was already soaking w*t again, despite just having been f*cked against his entryway table.

"That's it. Spread those legs wider. Let Daddy see that pretty p*ssy."

I obeyed, opening my thighs, circling my cl*t with my fingers while he watched.

"You do this at night, don't you? While my son sleeps next to you." He started unbuttoning his shirt. "Touch that p*ssy and think about me."

"Yes," I moaned. "God, yes, all the time—"

"What do you think about?" His shirt hit the floor, revealing a chest more muscular than I'd expected. He was fit for forty-eight, clearly took care of himself.

"I think about you bending me over. Making me beg. Calling me your good girl while you f*ck me."

"And does that make you come h*rd, baby?"

"So h*rd," I whimpered, fingers moving faster now.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants. "You want to see what you do to me? How h*rd Daddy gets thinking about his son's wife?"

"Please."

He shoved his pants and boxers down, and his c*ck sprang free. I'd felt it inside me, but seeing it was different. Thick, long, already h*rd and leaking at the tip. So much bigger than Ethan's.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly. "Stop touching yourself. That's Daddy's job now."

I pulled my hand away, whimpering at the loss.

David climbed onto the bed, settling between my spread thighs. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to his face.

"Has my son ever eaten this p*ssy properly?"

Before I could answer, his tongue was on me.

I cried out, back arching off the bed. Ethan had gone down on me maybe five times in three years of marriage, and never with any real enthusiasm. This was different. David devoured me like he was starving for it. His tongue circled my cl*t, flicked it, sucked it between his lips. His fingers spread me open, giving him better access.

"Oh f*ck, oh God—" My hands fisted in his hair.

He looked up at me, eyes dark. "You taste so f*cking sweet, baby girl. Could eat this p*ssy for hours."

And he nearly did.

He brought me to the edge over and over, backing off just before I could come. His tongue worked me expertly, finding every sensitive spot, learning what made me gasp and moan.

"Please," I begged. "Please, Daddy, let me come—"

"Not yet." He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them. "I want you desperate first. Want you so needy you'll do anything I ask."

"I'll do anything! Please, just—"

"Anything?" His thumb pressed against my cl*t while his fingers pumped. "You'll be Daddy's good little sl*t? Let me use this tight p*ssy whenever I want?"

"Yes! God, yes—"

"You'll sneak away from family dinners to let me f*ck you? Come to my house every day your husband's at work?"

"Yes, Daddy, anything, please—"

He added a third finger and I nearly screamed. The stretch was intense, preparing me.

"That's my good girl. Now come on Daddy's face."

His mouth latched onto my cl*t, sucking h*rd, and I exploded. The org*sm crashed through me in waves, my p*ssy clenching around his fingers, my thighs trembling. I actually screamed this time, not caring who heard.

David didn't stop. Just kept licking, kept fingering me through it until I was sobbing with overstimulation.

"Please, it's too much—"

"You can take it." His fingers curled, hitting some spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Come again. Give Daddy another one."

"I can't—"