DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET

ONE - 

MIRA

I stepped into the private ward, the dim light casting soft shadows over the room as David, my patient, laid sound asleep. 

As a nurse, I was supposed to heal, not lust after the bodies I tended to. But my heart raced as it always did when I was alone with David.

It had been so fucking long since anyone had touched me—months, maybe a year? Or even Longer? 

David was the first man and his dick… oh, fuck, his dick was the only one I’d seen in what felt like forever. 

And it was fucking perfection. Thick and veiny, with that slight upward curve that promised to hit all the right spots. 

The head was plump and rosy, like a ripe fruit begging to be sucked, while the rest of his length was thick enough to stretch my mouth just right. 

I could imagine the smooth, velvety skin sliding over my tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum teasing my senses, the gentle curves of his balls so full and inviting, making me want to kneel and worship every fucking inch.

David was a wrestler, built like a god from all those hours in the ring. His injury—a deep gash on his upper thigh from a bad fall— was so damn close to that beautiful cock, that I couldn’t tend to it without the supple temptation inches from my face. 

I paused at the foot of his bed, letting my eyes roam over him. The strong curve of his jaw, shadowed with a day’s stubble, made him look rugged and intense. 

Even under the thin hospital gown, his muscular physique was undeniable. Broad shoulders, chiseled chest, abs that rippled subtly with each breath. 

His long, strong legs stretched out, powerful from years of grappling and pinning opponents. And then, there it was: the mild bulge between them, hinting at what lay beneath. 

My pussy clenched at the sight, a familiar ache building low in my belly.

God, this was wrong. So fucking wrong. 

I shouldn’t be thinking like this. He was my patient, vulnerable and recovering. 

But damn, the temptation was fucking killing me.

I’d dreamt of a taste for too fucking long.

“David,” I said softly, shaking his shoulder gently. “It’s time to change your bandages.”

His eyes fluttered open, those deep brown pools locking onto mine for a brief moment. He nodded quietly, as he always did. 

David wasn’t much of a talker. In the week he’d been here, he’d uttered only a handful of words to me that started with “please” and ended with “thank you.” 

It made him even more mysterious, more alluring. I wondered what his voice would sound like moaning my name.

I pulled back the sheet and lifted his gown above his waist, exposing him completely. 

There it was, that thick, juicy dick resting against his thigh. 

I swallowed down the gasp that threatened to escape my dry throat. 

It looked so tempting, the red tip flushed and slightly swollen, as if it was waiting for me. 

The veins ran along the length of him like rivers of unholy promise, and the base was nestled in a trim patch of dark curls that I wanted to bury my fingers in. 

I’ve always been a dick girl, sucking cock turned me on more than anything. Handjobs were fine, but nothing beat the feel of a hard dick filling my mouth, the way it pulsed against my tongue as I took it deep. 

And David’s? Fuck, I wanted to devour it, to swirl my tongue around that perfect head until he begged for more.

But he was my patient. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

Focusing on my task, I carefully peeled away the old bandages from his thigh. 

The wound was healing well, pink and scabbed over, no signs of infection. 

As I worked, the back of my hand brushed against his dick, just a feather-light accidental touch. 

I heard him inhale sharply, a small sound that sent a thrill through me. My nipples hardened under my scrubs, and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs.

“Looks good,” I murmured, inspecting the injury. “Healing quickly. How about a massage to loosen up those stiff muscles? It might help with the tension.”

He nodded again, his gaze steady but unreadable. 

God, those eyes. Beautifully framed by thick lashes, watching me with an intensity that made my skin tingle.

I grabbed the balm from the tray, warming it between my palms before applying it to his thigh. 

My hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, working the ointment into his skin. But in my mind, it wasn’t his thigh I was massaging. 

It was his fucking dick. 

I imagined wrapping my fingers around it, stroking it from base to tip, feeling it harden under my touch. 

What I wouldn’t give to have it in my hands, in my mouth? 

To worship it properly, licking every vein, sucking on the head until he was thrusting into my fucking throat. 

My breath came shorter as I kneaded deeper, my thumbs pressing into the firm muscle.

David shifted quietly beneath me, and I glanced down. 

Oh, fuck. 

His dick was stirring, slowly rising as blood rushed in. It was just fucking glorious, to see it transform from soft to hardening temptation. 

I looked up at him, forcing a professional smile. “It’s normal, you know. Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time with massages.”

He relaxed a bit, but I could see his chest rising faster, his breaths quickening. 

The air in the room grew heavy, thick with unspoken desire. I should stop. Pull the gown down, make an excuse, and leave. 

David was my patient. 

But I didn’t stop. 

I didn’t think I fucking could.

My hands continued their work, circling higher, closer to where his thigh met his groin. 

The back of my hand brushed his now-hard dick again, this time more deliberately, lingering just a second too long. 

He let out a low noise, a grunt that was almost a moan. It shot straight to my core and my pussy throbbed with ache.

I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on his erection. The veins were pulsing now, the skin stretched taut over the hardness, calling to me like a siren’s song. 

I moved upward, my fingers dipping into the beautiful dark hairs around the base of his dick, massaging the sensitive skin there. 

I knew I should stop, that this was crossing every line, but the craving was too strong. 

Consequences be damned. I fucking needed this.

David muttered something under his breath, his voice rough and low. I caught the last thing he said. “…Mira…”

My name on his lips was like fuel to the fire and I could feel myself getting bolder.

My thumbs grazed the dip where his thigh met his perfect balls, my knuckles “accidentally” nudging his dick again. 

Each touch made him twitch, his breathing came ragged now, his eyes fixed on me, dark with the same hunger I felt. 

Pre-cum beaded at his tip. 

Fuck.

I licked my lips unconsciously, imagining the taste.

“You’re so tense here,” I whispered, my voice husky. “Let me work it out.”

My hands ventured bolder, one palm pressing flat against his inner thigh while the other lightly caressed the underside of his balls. 

He groaned softly, his hips shifting involuntarily. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the musky scent of his arousal filling the air. 

My own body was on fire. My breasts were heavy, my pussy pulsing with need. I pressed my thighs together, seeking relief, but it only made me want him more.

I circled my fingers around the base of his groin, tugging gently at the hairs, pulling just enough to make him gasp. 

“Does that feel good?” I asked, my eyes meeting his. 

He nodded, his jaw clenched. I smiled, emboldened, and let my pinky finger trace the edge of his length, barely touching it. 

His dick jumped at the contact, and he let out a shaky breath. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, the first real word I’d heard from him beyond pleasantries.

I hummed in response, my hand now fully encircling the area around his cock without quite touching it. 

I massaged in slow, rhythmic strokes, up and down, mimicking what I wanted to do to him. Each pass brought my hands closer, brushing the hot, hard length until he was rock-solid, veins bulging, tip glistening.

The tension became fucking unbearable. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed David. Right fucking now. 

“I can help you with that,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper, nodding toward his erection.

He looked at me, confusion and desire warring in his eyes. “How?”

Without another word, I bent forward, my lips parting and I took his dick into my mouth.