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He curls his fingers against my g-spot, firm, practiced, the rough pads of his fingers catching on the textured spot, and my thighs slam shut around his hand. He forces them open. Pins my knees apart with his forearms while his fingers pump inside me, deep, curling strokes that hit my g-spot on every pass. The wet sounds are obscene, squelch, squelch, squelch— filling the dark kitchen, and I can feel my arousal running down his hand, dripping onto the granite. “Don’t stop, right there, oh please oh PLEASE, Dominic— DADDY—” The word slips out. Daddy. For my boyfriend’s father. And the sound he makes, a low, guttural groan against my breast, tells me it was exactly the right word.

I wanted a Daddy. I’ve been scared to talk about my fantasies with the boys I dated. I didn’t want to seem weird about wanting to call a man ‘daddy’ as he spanked me or fucked me senseless. I wasn’t specifically attracted to older men, no. That wasn’t how my kink worked. I wanted a man with absolute authority but ironically, I avoided them like the plague because I was scared to live out my fantasies. But now, everything I wanted was right in front of me—Vincenzo. “What’s in it for you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The words slid out of me before I could stop them. He liked when I called him that. It made something inside him shift—made him hungrier. I could see it in his eyes. I worked my hand up and down his length, water streaming between us, making everything slick. His c óck swelled under my touch, hardening until it stood long and firm in my grasp. Nine inches of power. Nine inches that my body ached to feel inside me. “You like Daddy’s c óck, don’t you?”

My legs wrapped around him automatically. “Keep mentioning your father and I’ll make you call me Daddy while I’m balls deep inside you,” he snarled, grinding his hard cock against my bare pussy. I gasped, rolling my hips against him. “Mmm, yes please. I’ve always wanted a real Daddy who knows how to handle a brat.” He kissed me — hard, hungry, and filthy. His tongue dominated my mouth while one hand slid under my dress and cupped my soaked pussy. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned against my lips. “This greedy little is already begging for my cock.”

It drives me crazy beyond imagination. “Fuck me, daddy.” I blurt out, not noticing the word I used to call him. I forgot to add. Yeah, I have a daddy kink as well. Never thought I would be able to use it someday. Before I can regard my choice of word, Spencer's grip on my hip hardens and his eyes turn black with lust. Good to know that I'm not the only one with this kink. At once, he rips my panty, making me gasp.

He made me suck him clean between rounds, praising me the whole time — “Good girl… such a perfect little slut for Daddy.” By the time we finally collapsed, the city outside was starting to lighten. We were both covered in sweat, cum, and each other’s scent. He pulled me against his chest, one big hand lazily stroking between my legs, fingers circling my sensitive clit just enough to keep me aching. “Same time next week?” he asked, voice low and rough. I nodded, already getting wet again at the thought. “Yes, Daddy.” He kissed my shoulder, possessive and slow. No promises. No “what are we doing?” Just raw, addictive heat.

She whimpered, her grip on my neck lax. “Call me daddy, buttercup,” I said, before fastening my lips to one of her hard nipples. “O-Okay, daddy,” Emily stutterer out a mewl, and almost instantly, I felt precum leaking out of my tip. Damn, the effect she had on me was just so crazy. I had never thought I'd be the one to have a daddy kink, but then again, I had also never thought I'd be having sex with my employee, but here I was, with Emily's boob in my mouth.

“It shouldn’t be possible…” “What shouldn’t be possible, angel?” “To…feel so good.” “I could say the same thing to you.” He smiles, grinding his cock inside me. I’m sensitive, and the shock causes me to jump. But he seizes me by my hips and pins me down. “No, you’re not going anywhere, little girl. It’s Daddy’s turn now. You wouldn’t want to deny me, would you?” “No, Daddy,” I whimper. “I’m going to come in you, angel. Fill your little pussy with my seed. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I deepened the kiss, tasting the faint taste of his blood, pouring all my love and fear into his mouth. ​I broke the kiss for just a split second, my breathing ragged as I looked down into his blown-out, green-flecked eyes. ​"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," I whimpered against his lips, my voice trembling with raw desire. "And I am not taking no as an answer."

"Daddy's fucking rock hard for you, baby. Is that pussy ready for a good stretching?" "Yes, Daddy. Please, I need your cum inside it." "Good girl. Oh, I love you so much." He grinds his cock against my slick folds, and then slides it inside. His size stretches my walls, and they clench around his cock in return. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby girl. I love how it feels." "Daddy, please." He kisses me. "Shh, kitten, Daddy's got you. Mmm, you like feeling Daddy's cock inside you?"