YOU WANT DADDY'S C*M?

CHAPTER 5

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since I first went to David's house, and I hadn't gone a single day without him inside me.

I was obsessed. Addicted. Completely and utterly ruined for anyone else.

Ethan still had no idea. He went to work every morning at eight, came home at six, and never questioned why I seemed happier lately. Never wondered why I suddenly wanted to shower alone, or why I'd started doing my own laundry.

If he'd bothered to look, he would've seen the bite marks on my thighs. The fingerprint bruises on my hips. The whisker burn between my breasts.

But Ethan never looked.

David did, though. David looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Like he wanted to devour me whole and savor every bite.

My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter.

David: Office. One hour. Wear that black skirt I like.

My pulse quickened. It was Tuesday, which meant Ethan wouldn't be home until after seven. I had plenty of time.

Me: Yes, Daddy.

I changed quickly—black pencil skirt, white blouse, heels. No bra. No panties. Just like he preferred.

The drive to his house felt eternal. My thighs were already slick with anticipation by the time I pulled into his driveway.

He opened the door before I could knock, eyes raking over me with that familiar hunger.

"You wore it."

"I always do what Daddy tells me."

Something dark flashed in his eyes. Without a word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind us.

His mouth was on mine instantly, rough and demanding. I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt.

"Missed you," he growled against my lips.

"You had me yesterday morning."

"That was twelve hours ago. Too long." His hand slid under my skirt, finding me bare and w*t. "F*ck, baby girl. You're soaked already."

"I've been thinking about you all morning."

"Yeah? What were you thinking about?" He pushed two fingers inside me and I gasped.

"About you bending me over your desk. Making me scream."

"Mmm." He pumped his fingers slowly, torturously. "I can arrange that."

He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss. But then he was leading me down the hall to his home office—a room I'd never been in before.

It was masculine, professional. Dark wood desk, leather chair, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The window overlooked the backyard.

"Bend over the desk," David commanded, closing the door behind us.

I obeyed, the cool wood pressing against my cheek as I laid my chest flat. My a*s was in the air, skirt riding up.

I heard him move behind me, heard the clink of his belt buckle. My p*ssy clenched in anticipation.

"Spread your legs wider." His hand smoothed over my a*s, squeezing. "That's it. Show Daddy what's his."

His fingers traced through my w*tness, teasing my entrance but not pushing in.

"Please," I whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Please f*ck me, Daddy."

"Not yet." He circled my cl*t with agonizing slowness. "You're going to wait until I'm good and ready."

I bit my lip to keep from begging more. He liked when I was patient, when I let him take his time.

His fingers left my p*ssy and I felt them somewhere else—somewhere I'd never been touched before.

"David—"

"Shh." He pressed lightly against my a*shole, just teasing. "Relax, baby girl. Not today. But soon. I'm going to claim every part of you."

The thought should've scared me. Instead, it made me wetter.

Finally—finally—I felt the thick head of his c*ck pressing against my entrance.

"You ready for Daddy's c*ck?"

"Yes, please, I need—"

He slammed in without warning.

I cried out, hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth desk. He was so deep from this angle, hitting places that made my vision blur.

"That's it, take it all." His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. "Such a good little sl*t for me."

He set a brutal pace, the desk creaking with every thrust. Papers scattered to the floor. A pen rolled off the edge.

"You love this, don't you? Love being Daddy's wh*re."

"Yes! F*ck, yes—"

My phone rang.

We both froze. I glanced at the screen sitting on the desk next to my face.

Ethan.

"Don't answer it," I gasped.

David pulled out slowly, then slammed back in. "Answer it."

"What? No—"

"Answer the phone, Mia. Let my son hear how good you can be." He thrust again, making me moan. "Do it. Now."

With shaking hands, I grabbed the phone and hit answer.

"H-hello?"

"Hey, babe." Ethan's voice was cheerful, completely oblivious. "Just calling to say I'll be late tonight. Got stuck in a meeting."

David pulled back and drove in hard. I bit my lip to stifle the moan.

"Oh. Okay."

"You alright? You sound weird."

"Fine," I managed. David's hand snaked around, finding my cl*t. "Just—just exercising."

"That's good. You've seemed really happy lately. Whatever you're doing, keep it up."

If he only knew.

David leaned over me, his chest against my back, his breath hot in my ear. "Tell him you love him," he whispered, still f*cking me slowly, deliberately.

I shook my head frantically.

His fingers pinched my cl*t and I gasped. "Say it," he mouthed.

"I—I love you, Ethan."

"Love you too, babe. See you tonight."

He hung up.

The second the call ended, David yanked the phone from my hand and tossed it aside. His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me up against his chest while he f*cked me harder.

"Such a good liar," he growled in my ear. "Telling my son you love him while you're stuffed full of my c*ck."

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't be sorry. It's f*cking hot." He bit down on my shoulder, marking me. "You're mine. He just doesn't know it yet."

His fingers found my cl*t again, rubbing harsh circles. The org*sm built fast and sharp.

"Gonna come on my c*ck while thinking about lying to your husband?"

"Yes, f*ck, yes—"

"That's my dirty girl. Come for me."

The org*sm ripped through me and I sagged in his arms, only his grip keeping me upright. My p*ssy clenched around him, milking his c*ck.

"F*ck, so tight." His rhythm faltered. "Gonna fill this p*ssy up. You want Daddy's c*m?"

"Please, give it to me—"