Make Me C*m Daddy!

Chapter 1.

Noria Carter’s Pov.

“You are dripping already, huh?”

I lay on the bed, legs spread, hands bound, pussy dripping while he stared at me with those grey eyes that held more than desire than I have ever seen.

“I am not dripping for you!” I cursed, rolling my eyes the same way I had when his finger was moving in and out of my soaked, wet cunt some days back.

A smile formed at the corner of his lips, then he took a step closer, eyes holding onto mine like he had no intention to let go.

My stomach churned from the way he looked at me and…

Fuck! He was too hot! Lucan Freaking Cyrus was the most wanted man in… Texas. 6’5, tall, broad and sculptured in ways I have never seen another.

No 40 year old should ever look this hot, but he was…. brooding, yet sexy in the most terrifying way ever.

He is my best friend’s dad! The kind of man who command room without words and the very person I shouldn’t be in his bed, but my cunt leaked with juice as he moved closer, and with every step he took, I felt my pussy squeaking, throbbing, and pulsing with need and drips.

I don’t know what I was doing here. I still don’t know how I had gotten in his bed, but I knew that being here felt good. It was exactly where I wanted to be at the moment, but I dared not admit it.

Mr Lucan climbed into the bed, keeping his sexy eyes completely locked on mine while he began to move his hand up my parted thighs.

My skin prickled and my lips fell open. Sharp jaw, tousled hair, and lips that could do a fucking good job between my thighs. A wetness slipped out of my pussy, and I couldn’t help but arch upward.

A smirk of triumph formed at the corner of his lips. “See….” His eyes hovered all around my body. “I am not even close to your paradise, and your skin is already crawling for me.”

“Not for you!” I denied, hating damn well that the closeness of him could trigger this much effect.

“Not for me, yet you are here in my bed, legs bound, hands tied, pussy dripping while you arch into every touch like my fucking bad girl.”

“I hate you,” I gritted.

“Yet you begged me to bring you here… yet you held my cock in your hands some hours back and stroked so hard like it was your way to damnation.”

My thighs trembled, and so did my pussy, but I forced myself to wear an angry front while trying not to remember anything.

I was doing a good job at it when he finally said, “Does his hands on your skin make you twitch this way?”

My jaw tightened, and I looked at him with anger. “It’s none of your business.”

“Business?” A cocky laugh slipped past his lips, then he said in a tone that made my pussy pulse.

“Your body, and every fucking inch of you, became my business the moment you walked into my room, laid on my bed, and asked me to touch you.”

My brows pulled together, and I tried to debunk it, because I still don’t know how I had gotten here. I just happened to be in this bed, dripping for the most wanted man in the entire city of Texas, and I should have walked away when I discovered it was his room, but I didn’t. I let his hand trail higher and higher against my thighs, which made my pussy drip harder.

“You are beautiful,” he said in the warmest of voices, and something hot stirred within me. My brows pulled together, and I wondered where that was coming from. He had never complimented a soul. And if you are wondering what his routine was, then it was work and the act of ordering around.

His gaze held mine like he was waiting for an answer.

“I know!” I snarled fiercely, but his hand came to my pussy, and in that moment, my breath hitched.

“Ummmm…..” He purred in ecstatic delight while keeping his gaze seductively locked on mine. “ So Fucking Wet.” he groaned in his thick sexy voice and before I could say a thing, my body trembled against my will.

A smile of triumph fell on his lips. Like he has been waiting for me to do this.

“Look at you….” He smirked, dragging his finger up and down my pussy lips through the fabric of my panties. “You are not just wet. You are dripping like an ocean. For me.”

My jaw twitched, and I tried to act like I wasn’t concerned, but my body jolted forward because of the way his fingers grazed my vertical lips while my pussy yearned for more than this little circle.

Silence settled between us, and the only thing that could be heard was the wet sound of his fingers against my wetness.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, trying not to look into his eyes, but his other hand held my face still, keeping my gaze locked on his.

His gaze was still holding mine but he didn't say a word, he simply just moved a finger to my damp panties then pushed it away slightly before brushing the pad of his finger against my clit.

Sensation cursed into me like shiver and my back arched against my will. “Unmmm…” I moaned, not intentionally, but I did, and I saw his eyes twitch into something dark and heavy, like he was enjoying the sight of me like this.

“This….” He said, still gently moving his fingers up and down my pussy lips. “You asked what I want from you, and trust me, sugar. This is all. To see you trembling like this… to break all your fucking resolve and have you moan for me like the slut that you are.”

“You are crazy!” I gritted in a pleasure-tight voice, but he moved his finger to the entrance of my pussy and pushed just the tip inside.

“Oh…” I cried, in something I refused to name pleasure, and I watched him smirk in satisfaction.

“And you… will be mine to crazily dominate.”

My lips parted to say a word, but before I could, he pulled the top of his finger out of my pussy, then shoved the entire length back before I could react, while keeping his eyes totally locked on mine.

My body jolted, and my eyes rolled.

“Oh myyyyyy fuckkkkkkkkk… Arghhhhhh!!!” I cried against my will as the pleasure swept into me like waves.

His fingers moved deeper into my pussy, but the other hand held my face still.

“Keep your fucking eyes on me while I fuck your pussy.” His voice was sharp and hot as he kept rolling his fingers within my cunt while my walls clamped tightly and shamelessly around them.

A moan rose to my throat, but I bit it back gently, trying not to do much.

This is wrong! His hands on my pussy were wrong. Getting my coochie fucked by my best friend’s dad was wrong, but what was even more terrible was the way my body trembled and the way my pussy hugged his finger, shamelessly loving how he drilled me while keeping his eyes completely locked on mine.

Oh! The nerve of me to hate this man and love his fingers! The nerve of me to fucking enjoy the thrust of my best friend’s Dad.

I don't like him. I still don't. But no man. Absolutely no man in my entire life has ever made my pussy feel this way…

His fingers kept moving, fucking, thrusting and rolling whole juice splashed out in ways it had never done before.

“Oh…”I cried again, and he brushed his thumb against my jaw then said.

“Your pussy…” He dragged the word out not even remorseful about how they rolled out of his lips.

“It seems to be hugging my fingers like a possessive lover. So, tell me….” He winked, leaning in and brushing the bridge of his nose against my cheeks. “Do they wrap tightly around his fingers like this? Or am I this special?”

My back was arching, my toe were curling, and my knees were buckling, but I hated how fucking confident he sounded.

“In your fucking dreams,” I tried to crunch but my voice came out in ecstasy as his finger moved within my pussy, filling me up deeper and deeper till I was clutching my lower abdomen.

Oh! I couldn't believe this. I was trying so hard to believe that the fingers of a man could make my toes curl this hard.

If so, how well would his cock feel within my pussy.

Lucan’s pace fastened and the tears of pleasure burned my eyes as he fucked my juicy, dripping pussy.

Every inch of me squirmed and I tried to clamp my legs together from the overwhelming pleasure, but I couldn’t. Because my legs were bound, and this man right here was not just smirking in triumph. He was doing everything he desired to my not-so-innocent body, forcing me to take every fucking thrust he gave.

His eyes held mine with hunger and desire and I watched his jaw tighten with every thrust he made into my pussy. God! I could tell that he wanted to bury himself within me, to throw my legs above his shoulders and fuck my pussy so hard till my body was a whimpering mess. It's so wrong. But I wanted it. To be fucked, ruined, and crashed by him.

My lips were still trembling, and my body was still shaking, but something in me propelled me to ask a question and I did.

“You want me,” I whispered in a shaky voice, and he curled his fingers within my hole, smirking in ways that looked both sexy and psychopathic.

“Yes, I do. Because any man in his fucking senses would. Have you fucking seen you? Your hips? Your ass? Girl!!! I would love to put you in all fucking positions and have you till you’re a fucking wreck for me.”

A wild sensation ran down my body and my legs shuddered as I immediately played the image in my mind.

“Oh…” I cried sweetly, feeling my pussy pulse excitedly.

His hand moved from my jaw to my neck, where he wrapped his palm possessively around it, choking me harder while fucking my pussy faster.

My stomach churned, and my body squirmed as I trembled roughly.

“Oh… God… fuck!!! Yes… urghhh…”

His tongue rolled against his lower lip, and so did his hand within my pussy.

“Take it…” He cursed, fucking faster and harder while juice splashed out of my pussy.

My toes curled. “Argghgh… God.”

“Not God…” He corrected, flicking his fingers on the spot that made my legs numb.

“Ouuuuu… fuck… yes… no…”

Pleasure consumed me, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking, and while he was doing all of this, he kept his gaze completely locked on mine, lips trembling while his eyes turned red with pleasure.

I knew I shouldn't say this. But the sight of him like this turned me on harder. Parted, trembling lips, tight jaw, and twitching veins across his temples. Fuck!

My stomach flipped, and with one more thrust, my pussy splashed with juice while my orgasm began to build up.

The air between us tightened, and he pushed another finger into my pussy, stretching my lips while groaning hotly.

My back arched.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk!!!” I screamed in pleasure, and he landed a spank on my cheeks, pressing one of his palms to my lower abdomen while making me feel pain and pleasure at the same time.

The heat from the slap loomed over my body, and the sting of it built my orgasm fast.

In no time, my toes were curling, my back was arching, and my knees were bucking.

“I am cumming….” I cried, and his movement turned rougher and faster.

“Cumming?? Ohhh!!! That’s my cute little slut! That’s my fucking slut…”

“I am not your slut,” I managed to rebel, still shuddering, but he didn’t stop. His fingers moved harder and faster, rolling, twitching, and flickering.

“Tell me, does he explore your pussy this way? Does he make your toes curl this way? Does he fucking make my veins tighten while you are an inch away from your peak….”

“Arghhhhuh…” I cried in euphoria, my back arching off the bed completely.

“Say the fucking truth, and I will let you cum… say it!” He demanded in a thick tone while still rolling his fingers deeper.

Tears formed on my lids, and I tried, really tried, to bite the moan away, but it slipped before I could.

“No… no, he hasn’t….”

A smirk of satisfaction formed on his lips, then with one more act, he pulled his finger out, then slammed it right back into my pussy.

“Arghhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed, with tears rolling out of my eyes while I tried so fucking hard to loosen myself from the ropes.

“Cum for me…” He said in a sweet tone. “Fucking cum on my fingers while I let you have the fucking taste of your sweet self. Cum…”

My skin prickled, and my back arched completely, but just as I was going to cum, a loud knock suddenly filled the air, and a voice followed.

“Hey… Dad, we are not done talking about the setup.”

My breath hitched as the voice played in my head. My best friend.

No… this can’t happen.

My mind spiraled everywhere, but the man before me didn’t seem to fucking care.

His hand kept moving and rolling, and while I was scared of being caught, he fucked me into my orgasm. While my body thrashed back and forth in sheer pleasure, I prayed my best friend didn’t walk in to meet my pussy swallowing her father’s fingers while he fucked me into an uncomfortable orgasm.