You do it better Daddy

Kammie

My hands sank into his hair as I whined at the coppery taste of blood beading onto my lips. He groaned as he licked it off — and f++k, the low, primal sound was enough to turn me on.

“F++k,” I whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.

He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and my breath came unevenly.

“We shouldn’t…” I tried to speak, but I couldn’t manage to finish that thought through his insistent kisses. My head spun as he continued to ravish my mouth hard, hungrily stealing my breath away, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

A shaky breath left me, completely under his spell, as his hands roamed all over my body with a heat that ignited a desperate need within me. A need that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with pleasure. His large hand cupped my breast and squeezed it firmly, while the other glided down my waist, gripping my ass as he ground his hard, lengthy cock against me.

“F++k…” A broken sound left my lips

Oh God, that felt so good. Why did it feel so damn good?

“It’s just another couple having sex in a car, Romeo… It’s not him,” the voice outside murmured, sounding amused as he flashed the light through the slightly open window, the light landing on his backside.

He didn’t stop. His hands grabbed my ass, pressing his gun on my lower back.

A quiet gasp slipped out before I could stop it

“Shit… get a room, you two…” The voice outside murmured before striding off with a chuckle.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his hot mouth along my cheek and whispered, “You feel damn good, sweetheart.”

I squirmed in his arms when he did something wicked with his tongue at the shell of my ear. My thoughts were shattered.

His mouth moved to the zip at the back of my dress, deftly unzipping it downwards as he pushed it down my chest, leaving me in my bra. The material slid down my legs easily, and he slapped the inside of my thigh just as he bit down on the tendon of my neck. I jolted in his arms, my legs automatically parting for him.

“That’s a good girl.” He cupped me through my panties and — Jesus Christ — I cried out, throwing my head back as he rubbed the heel of his palm on my clit, creating a delicious friction.

A maddening need coiled deep inside me, and I started grinding against his hand.

“More,” I pleaded, my voice shaking, unable to control myself.

“As you wish.” He dragged the flat of his tongue over my hammering pulse point as he shifted my panties, bunching them between my folds.

“Look at you,” he praised. “Soaking for a stranger.” His husky voice shot straight to my clit, and I whined as I pushed my hips into his hand.

“It’s only fair since you used me to save your life.” The words came out as a breathless plea, my body betraying me with its response to his touch.

He chuckled deeply, and I whined again, hating that he was still so in control when I didn’t even trust myself to speak properly.

“Then maybe I should return the favour, little cub.”

Suddenly, he pushed away from me, but before I could protest, he dragged my panties down, sliding the wet fabric down my weak legs.

“Place your hands on the window,” he commanded, but he didn’t wait for me to follow through. Instead, he grabbed my hands himself and slapped them up above my head on the glass window.

“Keep them there.” There was a note of warning in his voice that sent a thrill of fear through me, and I nodded frantically, not trusting my voice.

“Good. Now, let’s see what we have here…” He unhooked my bra with expert ease and flung it somewhere behind us. I halted his hand mid-air as my bare breasts, which had just broken free, were brushed by the cold air, causing my nipples to harden.

For a second, all I could see was the lust steaming from both of us, but then guilt crawled in — sharp and unsettling.

My chest tightened

Ronan.

The name hit like a crack in the cold glass

What the hell was I doing?

I was cheating on my boyfriend, madly lost in another man’s arms.

Naked.

I stopped his hand in mid-air from touching my already bare breast as the cold air brushed by, my tits hardening.

He grunted, his gaze moving back to mine. “Why stop now? The fun hasn’t even started yet, darling…”

My lips parted slightly with a rough breath. “I can’t… we can’t… I…”

“You have someone,” he added, not a question.

His hand stilled for a second just a second before tightening again like he hadn’t meant to pause at all.

My silence answered anyway.

Something shifted in his expression. Not from surprise but amusement.

Another shiver passed through me. How did he know what I was thinking? Before I could voice the question, he plastered his large body against mine, pressing me into the glass window.

My grip tightened then faltered slowly.

This was the part of me I hated the most,the part that leaned closer to danger instead of away from it.

My breath hitched.

God… what was wrong with me?

I shivered as his gaze searched mine. He leaned into the space between us as his other hand traced down my cleavage, squeezing my nipples in his firm grip.

A gasp erupted from my lips before I could stop it.

“You don’t get this shaken up over something you don’t want, sweetheart.You keep saying no…”His breath brushed my ear.“…but your body’s not even trying to listen.”

His lips moved to my earlobe, giving it a soft bite that sent a spark down my spine. “Tell me to stop me.”His voice dropped, quieter now.”Say it like you mean it.”The last word came out rougher than before

His deep Russian tone sent a jolt of wetness pooling in my exposed p+++y. I could barely make out the meaning of his words, nor my hesitation to stop a second ago.

God, why can't I stop?

Why am I drawn to him like a magnet?

I shouldn't… but I can't seem to stop.

A helpless sound escaped me before I could swallow it down

And that was all the answer he needed

His erection throbbed against my thigh, and f++k if I didn’t push back against him, wanting it all, worries flying away.

“How responsive. It’s like your tight little body was designed especially for me, princess, and I'll make sure—” His words cut off with a groan when I rolled my hips against his c++k.

“Little tease.”

Smack.

The sound of his hand coming down hard on my a++ startled me more than the hit itself. I jumped, my hand instinctively reaching to soothe the spot. He didn’t even give me any warning.

“Hands on the wall,” he growled, and I hesitated. Then I did as he said.

“There. Just like that. Can you keep them there for me?” He caressed my ass softly. The tender touch and the praise both went straight to my head as I pressed against the glass.

“I… I can try…” I moaned, feeling intoxicated.

He hit my a++ again, but this time I was prepared. I sank into the sting as he caressed the hot spot, kneading it with his giant knuckles.

Slowly, the pain transformed into heat and spread through my body. My c++t clenched tightly around nothing, aching for something to fill it.

Another slap. More kneading.

And another.

And another.

Each spank sent me into a state of euphoria.

More… More…

“Look at you, baby girl, pushing your hips back into my strikes. You love it.” He taunted, sending another spank.

F++k… That feels good.

“I… I’m just trying to be a good girl,” I mindlessly responded. His hand tightened around my butt cheek, moving into the wet puddle of my p+++y. His finger slid into my soaked folds then out, soaking his fingers with my juices.

I whimpered softly, missing the feel of his hands down there.

“You're already soaking wet, baby.” He licked the tip of his finger, a growl erupting from his lips. “You taste delicious, better than anything I've ever tasted… fucking perfect.”

I shuddered in one breath, the sight making my p+++y throb even more.

He leaned closer, capturing my lips in his. The taste of myself coated my tongue as he hungrily devoured my mouth.

I moaned, fingers digging into his back as my legs moved, curling around his muscled waist. I kissed him back. Sensing I had given in, he gripped my hair with one hand, pressing me further with no escape.

My excitement grew as his left hand moved to his waist — presumably to take off his belt. I wiggled impatiently.

The sound of his belt sliding off made my heart race with anticipation. His mouth was still on mine, sucking my bottom lip.

His hands gripped mine on the glass, tightening something hard around them. As I tried to pull away, unaware of what he was doing, he pressed me into the glass window, my back arching, feeling his mouth tracing my collarbone.

He bit down on a spot. My head rolled backwards, hitting the window and making me see stars. My hair now covered my left eyebrow as he went downwards, taking one of my nipples between his teeth.

I moaned in response as he bit its soft surface and then his tongue grazed my boobs, sucking them.

“Ooh God…” I jerked in pleasure, my hands unable to move from the glass. It was then that I noticed my hands were tied with his belt, hooked on the car grab handle.

He did the same with the other. His hands slid down my thighs, finally settling on where I really wanted him the most.

“F++k…” I moaned. My hips bucked forward involuntarily, arching for him to continue.

“P.. please don't stop…” I stuttered, barely able to speak as his middle finger hovered near my opening and my hips automatically jerked.

He thrust a second finger in and I nearly burst, moaning heavily.

“You’re so tight that you’re milking my fingers, little cub.” He curled them inside but not exactly where I ached for his touch, and my nails dug into the leather belt.

His fingers suddenly stopped when I was already close. I whimpered in frustration.

“Tell me, sweetheart, does that boyfriend of yours make you feel this good?” He said with a wolfish grin on his face, taking in the sight of my flustered face.

Honestly, not even close.

I chose to remain silent, ashamed, and something close to guilt making my chest tighten.

His hand flew to my a++ in an instant, another slap coursing through my skin and eliciting a cry of pain from my mouth. The sensation was addicting and soothing.

Blood ran down my injured forehead, falling on my cheeks.

“Speak, little cub. Does he worship your p+++y better than I do?” His tone carried darkness mixed with heat as it reached my ear. I felt his tongue trail down the blood on my cheeks, licking it off.

A shiver ran through me.

“Sweet…” He hummed in satisfaction.

“Does he?” He probed, landing another spank on my reddened a++.

I winced, arching all over.

“No… no… no, he doesn't, Sir,” I stammered out.

“Sir..?” Another spank.

My brain hit an empty field.

“Y.. you do it better, Daddy…” I groaned, falling apart within his grip.