Just Fling With My Billionaire Daddy Novels & Stories

You try like the desperate little whore you are — the one who’s already kneeling naked on a fur rug in a billionaire’s library with a lace choker on her throat, his cock in your mouth, and a leather-bound Shakespeare sonnet clutched between your trembling fingers. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I was supposed to be in bed, dreaming about flower petals and table seating and the sound of “I do.” But I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t innocent. I wasn’t pure. I was Daddy’s. And my throat was full of him. “Mmhhff—thhh—” I tried, tongue already heavy, lips stretched wide, spit dripping down my chin in long, glossy strings as I tried to sound out the first word on the page. “Sh-shall I co-compare—”

My eyes completely opened when he started to f*ck me. "Mmm, Daddy . . . yes . . . yes . . . f*ck me," I said flirtatiously. I tilted my face, and our lips kissed passionately, our tongues swirling into one another. I'll forget what I discovered. I don't want to think about losing my mommy. The important thing is my Daddy. I have no one to worry about taking him away from me. I am alone with him, and we are as free as I want!

“More than anything.” I thought he wanted me to blow him more than anything. I smile to myself, hidden from Daddy's view as I rest my head on his shoulder. I think I'm too aroused to negotiate any longer. “Fine. Twenty-five hundred.” The quickness with which Daddy lowers me to the ground finds his way of money, tears through it, and slaps the money on the dresser is frightening. “Go ahead, Daddy,” I say, turning around for him and placing my hands on the arms of the sofa chair, “fuck me in my ass.”

And he peeled the dress off my skin slowly, revealing me in lingerie. I could see a wicked smile on his face, I would hate my father for this, for my entire life. "You're my new item, my new plaything, I bought you," he slithered his hand around my neck and I tensed before he placed a kiss on my shoulder, "and you are worth three-quarter a billion dollars." My eyes widened hysterically. Father sold me for that much?!

"Hey, daddy. I'm going to Paris. I found a nice man at Apex and he invited me to stay with him. I think he could be the one. Xoxo." I toss the phone behind me without a glance, letting it crash to the ground. "You see," I murmur, "you just bought yourself a one-way ticket to France. You finally found the rich man you've always wanted. Your daddy will never know." "And hypothetically speaking," I shrug as I pace in front of her. "Let's just say he does find out..." I bend down, letting my face hover inches from hers, "I'll fucking kill him too."

After, he returns to straddle my back. "Let's get you out of this dress, gorgeous." He unzips my dress and slips it off, letting it fall to the floor. His weight is on me again, as he lies on my back. "Mmm, tell Daddy what you want." "I want Daddy to claim my ass." He slaps my ass. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to claim. I'm a lucky man." My ass is slapped again. "Ass up for Daddy." I comply.

I'll make them pay after my relationship with Sylvester becomes strong enough for me to control him. I can't believe I just met with a great billionaire. Everything is happening just like it was a dream. Well, it's understandable that he would easily fall for a hottie like me. I'm such a badass chick. I left the company and went on my way back home. Not on foot, if that's what you are thinking. Of course I would have my own car. Do you know who my father is? Mr Adams, that's who. Now that I'll be, oh sorry, I mean, now that I am dating a billionaire, I can ditch work when ever I feel like it.

And like a whore without redemption, I pull it up to drag a greedy sniff. That oak scent. The kind a perverted billionaire smells like. Rich and cursed and impossible to resist regardless. Fuck, I want him. Here and now. And whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets. So I spread out my stiff legs, causing the rough ground to bite into my skin, leaving the area bruised. “Ahhh…” It hurts, but I don't stop. In a ‘Burn with me’ way, I don't pull up my dress, ‘cus while I love to die with the knowledge that he craved to see my perfect pink pussy.

I smile as I watch his back disappear behind the doors. I walk into my walk in closet and take out one of my Louis Vuitton dresses and heels and some diamond chain with matching earrings and bracelets. Yes you guessed right,I am a billionaire and a billionaire's daughter. Yes,my daddy is richest man in the USA. Daddy owns alot of oil companies and also car companies around the world. Mom is a socialite and author. I am the only daughter of Gabriel Jones and Fernanda Jasmine Jones. I have one younger brother who lives with my parents.