Bella's Daddy, Is My One Night Stand

We left the club together, tension crackling in the air. In the car, he rested his hand on my thigh, teasing my skin just beneath my dress. I bit my lip, my breathing uneven as the heat between my legs grew unbearable.

The hotel room door had barely shut before his mouth crashed onto mine. His body pinned me against the door, his lips rough and hungry.

I moaned into his mouth as his hands pulled my dress over my head. His lips moved to my neck, licking and sucking until my knees buckled.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice husky.

I grabbed his face and kissed him deep, then whispered against his lips, “Don’t stop.”

His belt hit the floor, followed quickly by his pants.

I dropped to my knees, eager, wrapping my fingers around his thick, hard cock. He grew even harder in my grip.

I let my tongue glide over his length, licking him from base to tip before I took him in fully. My lips slid over him as I bobbed my head slowly, making wet, nasty sounds as I sucked him deeper, stroking what my mouth couldn’t take.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I pulled back and looked up at him, breathless. “You’re huge.”

He growled and pulled me up roughly, his lips crashing back on mine.

Then his fingers slid under my panties, slipping inside me with ease.

“Dripping wet,” he groaned, spinning me around and bending me over the edge of the bed.

I gasped as he entered me in one deep, hard stroke. His cock stretched me perfectly, filling me completely.

My mouth fell open in a moan as my hands gripped the sheets. He thrust into me over and over, relentless and deep, making me scream his name.

“Take it, baby girl,” he growled behind me. “Take every inch of me.”

And I did. Over and over until I was nothing but trembling limbs and soft, broken moans.

By morning, the other side of the bed was empty.

He was gone.

I smiled to myself and said in my head that it was just a one night thing. No attachment.

I didn't even get his name, but I don't mind.

I checked my phone. Bella had texted me.

Hey babe, where are you? We’re throwing a big weekend party at my house. Be here by 4.

I grinned and typed back quickly.

Oh babe, I’m on my way.

****

When I stepped into the mansion, the first thing I noticed was how grand everything looked. Chandeliers sparkled above my head, the scent of fresh roses drifted through the air, and the music thrummed softly in the background.

Before I could take in more, Bella rushed up to me, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

“There you are!” she squealed, grabbing my hand. “Come meet my dad. He’s dying to meet my pretty friend.”

She giggled, tugging me forward. My heart stopped.

I froze in place as my eyes landed on him.

There he was. The man from last night. The one who had me bent over the hotel bed, whispering filthy things into my ear while driving me wild with every hard, delicious thrust.

He was standing in the hallway, casually chatting with one of the maids, his deep voice still smooth and commanding. He looked relaxed, his black shirt unbuttoned slightly, showing just enough of that strong chest I had kissed all over just hours ago.

My breath caught in my throat, as my thighs clenched from the memory of how he had touched me, how he had filled me, how he made me beg for more like I had never done before.

He hadn’t seen me yet.

Panicking, I tried to step back, almost tripping over a vase of oversized flowers placed in the hallway. But I wasn’t fast enough to hide.

His gaze lifted lazily from the maid and collided with mine.

The moment stretched, thick and heavy, as his eyes widened just slightly, when the recognition settled in.

And then, a slow smirk spread across his lips. That same dangerous, wicked smirk that had made my legs shake last night.

Oh my God. No.

No, no, no. This can't be happening.

Bella tugged on my hand, clueless. “There he is. Dad!”