Daddy Knows Best Ch. 02

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Hello again, everyone. Alyssa and Grant are back! We got this idea from a comment left on chapter one.

This series is separate, but will make references to the series Under His Thumb, which is about Kyla and her college professor. They can be read separately, but this one takes place directly after Under His Thumb Ch 01.

Hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. ????????

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~~Alyssa~~

"What a great fucking party. Honestly. They really do throw the best parties on campus," Whitney gushes as her older brother turns onto my street.

Seeing the time, I feel that 'impending sense of doom' I get every time I know I'm gonna get in trouble at home.

"Oh, my god. Daddy and Mom are gonna be so pissed at me. I'm so late." I start to bite my nail and then yank it out of my mouth when I realize what I'm doing. I've got to kick that habit. I'm not a little kid anymore. I can't walk around with bitten nails all the time.

"Girl, it's fine," Whitney drunkenly assures me. "Look. All the lights are off. They're asleep."

"Ugh. I hope so. Love ya! I'll text you tomorrow. Get home safe."

Giving Whitney's leg a quick squeeze, I climb out of the car and tiptoe up the sidewalk to the front door. It takes me three tries to get the key in the lock before I successfully get the door open. Tucking my key back into my purse, I creep inside slowly, taking care to shut the door silently behind me. I turn around and stumble forward a few steps, barely catching myself when I throw my arm out against the wall. Freezing, I don't even take a breath while I wait a few seconds to see if I hear any movement from upstairs. Satisfied, I breathe a sigh of relief and take a step towards the stairs.

A lamp in the living room clicks on, and before I have a chance to react, Daddy appears in the doorway beside me. "You're late."

I gasp, jerking a little, causing me to trip and almost fall before I catch myself on the entryway table. "Daddy! What are you doing up so late? You weren't waiting for me, were you?" I attempt to play innocent, like I've done nothing wrong. Maybe he won't get that mad at me.

"What are you doing coming home after 3 am, Lyss? Smelling like alcohol, no less. You know your mom is still here."

I groan internally. Fuck. I was hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I, uh, I was just with Whitney and Kyla. We took Whitney's youngest sister trick-or-treating, and then we just hung out at her apartment. It wasn't a big deal."

He looks me up and down intently as I nearly fall over, shuffling back and forth in an effort to stay standing. The entire house is spinning, and I'm pretty sure the ground is shaking beneath my feet. His expression is dripping with disappointment. "Alyssa. You reek of booze."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm so dead. Keeping my expression as cool as I can, I just shrug one shoulder. "I... I only had one drink. Jeez. I said it wasn't a big deal."

Daddy's jaw ticks twice, and he keeps staring directly at my face. "Oh, my sweet stepdaughter. You can barely stand in one place without falling over. You want to try that again? How many drinks did you have?"

My mouth opens, and I consider lying again, but think better of it. "Daddy... I'm sorry. I think I had, like, 5 or 6 drinks. I don't remember, but I swear it wasn't a big deal."

He takes two steps back and sits in the chair in the corner of the living room. Pointing at the fireplace across the room, he picks up his whiskey neat from the table beside him. "If it wasn't a big deal, then prove it. Walk in a straight line."

Tugging my skirt down, I glance nervously towards the top of the stairs.

"Your mother is asleep. But it doesn't matter, because it wasn't a big deal, right? Walk in a straight line, without falling, and you can just go right up to bed."

I look around helplessly, almost wanting my mom to wake up so she can just yell at me and send me to bed. There's no way I'm making it across the room. I set my purse on the hall table, whining, "Daddy, this is so not necessary. You're being ridiculous. This is embarrassing!"

Amused, he looks around the empty, mostly dark living room. "Embarrassing? There's no one around to see this but you and me, sweet girl. Now walk."

Shit. Might as well just get this over with. Trying to appear confident, I begin sauntering across the room slowly. I'm about halfway across the room when suddenly, the room tilts and the floor is flying up to my face. I barely manage to land on my hands and knees. Only when I hear him laugh lightly do I remember I'm not wearing any panties. I groan when I feel the air on my bare skin, rushing to pull the skirt of my dress back down and stand up clumsily.

Pretending nothing happened, I walk the rest of the way to the fireplace and turn to look at him. He just swirls his drink and takes another sip. "Walk back over to me. In a straight line." I take two clumsy, too-quick steps towards him, and he raises a finger. "Ah, ah. Go slow. Take your time. No tripping. Show me how good you can come to daddy."

Huffing, I walk slowly, somehow managing to only stumble twice before I stop in front of him, crossing my arms. "There. Are you happy now? Can I go to bed?"

He finishes the rest of his drink, and with a smirk, he says, "Sure. I'll be right behind you to make sure you get upstairs safely and don't fall."

I roll my eyes and start up the stairs, holding onto the banister for dear life so that I don't fall. I can feel him staring at my ass, but I pretend that I don't. I just want to get in bed so that I can sleep until the room stops spinning.

I almost trip on the last step as I feel the coolness of his fingertips against my calf, surprising me. "Daddy!" I whisper-yell at him, "What are you doing? You almost made me fall!"

"I made you fall? Looked to me like you were just going too fast, weren't you, daddy's girl?"

From the top of the stairs, I turn to stare at him, stopping him from coming up any further. "If I'm going too fast, it's because I want nothing more than to rip this dress off, crawl into bed, and sleep until dinner time tomorrow."

Without saying anything else, I walk to my bedroom door. The second my hand hits the doorknob, I feel his hand come to rest on my lower back, and he slips into my room quickly behind me, shutting the door before I even get the light turned on. Just as I flick the light switch, I feel him press his entire body up against me. With both hands sliding down my hips and under my dress to squeeze my ass, he leans down and nips at my earlobe once.

His voice is low and rough against my ear. "Now you can tell me what happened to your panties, you naughty girl."

~~Grant~~

Alyssa stammers, "Oh, uh... well, I sort of didn't wear any. Fuck, Daddy. You weren't supposed to see that." Her face is ashen with the embarrassment that I've just caught her being naughty. The bright overhead light exposes her drunken red nose and now flushed, embarrassed cheeks. She slides past me and drops her shoes and purse on the floor.

She slips back on the bed, pulling off her fishnets and throwing them at me. "Mom's home, daddy. We can't do anything."

I turn the light off and lock the door. "Your mother? She sleeps like the dead. Besides, you think you're getting off without a punishment?" That's not an excuse for poor behavior after all. She knows better.

"Pu... Punishment?" She slurs her words, "Daddy!" She whines. "I--I'm going to bed. Please?" Alyssa gives me that innocent doe-eyed look. I know better. No, not this time. I had several drinks while waiting for her to get home, so I'm going to have a little fun with her.

"Get up." My voice comes out low and commanding. In the dark, she doesn't bother to offer any resistance. She stands and backs herself in front of the bed.

"Over there." I point across her massive room to the adjacent wall. "Right there, sweet girl." I give her another calm, cool, command. With no hesitation she walks to the spot, placing her back to the wall.

Her voice shakes, "R--Right here... Daddy?" She looks down, almost stumbling over.

"Easy. Easy there, princess." I coax her back upright. "Eyes on me."

She looks up at me huffing slightly, "Now what, daddy?" My eyes hold her gaze, demanding her attention. "Come to me." A simple enough command.

"This again, daddy?" She confidently takes a step.

I stop her cold with a chastising, "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk... Did you honestly think I'd make it that easy?"

She looks at me, her eyes wild with bewilderment. "You literally just said to come to you." She says, now rolling her eyes.

"So, you wanna be a brat, talking back to me? Try again, Lyss... this time on your hands and knees. Slowly"

She carefully settles herself on the floor, making sure to do so without tumbling over. She looks up at me and lets out a taunting purr, "Like this, daddy?"

I stand and rest my thumbs on my belt where it loops through my slacks. "Yes, tiger, just like that." Her eyes stay locked on mine as she crawls slowly.

My hands move to unfasten my belt buckle. She looks up at me and gulps, looking concerned.

I give her a sly look as I remove the belt and fold it, popping it between my hands.

*SMACK*

She doesn't break her pace. "Good girl, you're almost here."

She smiles at the well-deserved praise. "Thank you, daddy." She doesn't break her gaze, only batting her pretty eyes at me. I hold the belt in my hands as she stops before my feet. "I'm here, daddy. Now what?" She looks up at me again, still smiling. She still isn't taking this seriously; her innocent eyes are open wide with excitement.

Holding the belt in my right hand, I gently pat her head and rub behind her ear with my left hand.

"That's it. Good job, darlin'." I sit on her bed, and my hand rests on her cheek. After a quick caress, my hand takes the back of her neck, and I guide her into position across my lap.

"D... Daddyy?" She stammers, "Wh--what are you gonna... gonna spank me?"

I pull the belt back and lay a solid smack across both ass cheeks. She yelps, trying to squirm off my lap. With a hand on her hip, I hold her tightly in place across my legs.

"No, Alyssa." I punctuate my command with another sharp swat across her ass, admiring the sight of her pale skin turning bright red. "Be quiet and don't move. I'm going to give you five spankings with my hand for each hour you were late. You were two hours late, so that's ten spankings. Three more with the belt for being irresponsible and coming home so drunk you can barely stand. Eleven more to go. Be a good girl and take your punishment."

A soft whimper falls from her lips as I bring the belt down once again before setting it to the side and running my palm over her heated skin, kneading it softly.

~~Alyssa~~

"Just ten more, princess."

I bite my lip as the next five are spread out across my left cheek. The last two are harder than the first three, focused right where my ass and thigh meet. It feels like my skin is on fire; it's taking everything in me not to cry out in pain.

"Daddy," I sniffle. "P-please. I'm sorry. It won't happen again; I s-swear." I run the back of my hand under both eyes in an attempt to hide the tears starting to fall down my face.

I've never been spanked before, and for the first time to happen when I'm an eighteen-year-old in college is probably the most embarrassing thing I've ever experienced. To make it even worse, each time he spanks me, it sends a jolt of white-hot lightning straight to my core. No. I can't be getting turned on by this. Not right now.

I squeak through closed lips when daddy's hand rubs across my burning cheek, squeezing it gently. "Five more. You're doing so good, sweet girl."

I tense, expecting the spanking to continue, but instead his hand delves between my thighs and he runs one finger through my wetness. Hearing him groan, I turn my head only to see him sucking my juices off his finger, tasting me. "Is someone getting wet for daddy, Alyssa? My naughty girl."

All I can do is whimper as he pushes two fingers inside me, curling them into my g-spot a few times before unceremoniously pulling them back out and wiping the wetness on my thigh. Without saying anything else, he rains down the next 5 across my right ass cheek. Again, he runs his palm over my heated skin before kneading it in his hand appreciatively.

"That's my girl." Daddy's voice is quiet as he pushes two of his fingers back inside me and rubs his thumb across my already aching clit slowly. "Tell me why you got a spanking, Alyssa."

All I can focus on is how good he's making me feel; I don't ever want this part to stop. I know this is bad. My mom is just across the hall. The heat growing at my center builds, but when I don't speak, daddy's hand stops moving.

"Alyssa. Answer me."

Huffing and trying to subtly move my hips to get some pressure back, I answer reluctantly. "B-because I came home two hours late, and I got drunk."

I relax when I feel his fingers resume their task more intensely than before. Within seconds, I'm a whimpering mess, and as wrong and embarrassing as this is, I know in this moment, I'll do whatever he wants me to do.

"Is it going to happen again?" His voice is stern and focused. He adds a third finger, and his thumb flicks against my clit roughly, making me whine. It's too much; I can't take it. I'm going to come right here, bent over my stepdad's lap.

"N-no, sir. I promise." I stop talking and moan, unable to hold it back. "Daddy... I-I'm gonna come. It feels so good. Please don't stop."

"No. You've been a bad girl. Bad girls don't get to come." He pulls his hand away quickly, and I grunt in frustration as my orgasm dissipates instantly. "Get on your knees."

~~Grant~~

She huffs in protest. "But, daddy..." I point down between my legs, snapping my fingers.

"On your knees, I'm going to use that mouth of yours."

She does as told, gingerly moving away from my lap. Alyssa settles on her knees between my legs. Spanking and edging her made me so fucking hard; as soon as she unbuttons my pants, my cock slips out, throbbing in her hands.

"That's it, Lyss." I take her hair and wrap it around my fist. I have been thinking about those lips and fucking her throat all night. Using my grip on her hair, I pull her head back and forth on my cock, her lips bobbing up and down.

She wraps her tongue around me and slides it over the shaft. She feels so good, I can feel the saliva leaking from her lips and over my balls. She uses her hand to stroke me while she sucks.

I push her head until her nose is resting on my stomach, whispering, "Fuck yes, Lyss. Just like that. Take it all the way into your throat." Pulling her face back, Alyssa gags, and I press her head back down. "You know exactly how I like it." Her gag causes her throat to clench on my cock.

I flex my cock while it's buried in her throat, causing her to choke and gag immediately, sending a vibrating shock through my whole body. I moan uncontrollably, getting a bit louder than I had intended. I pull her head back, allowing her to breathe.

I feel the ache start to rise in my belly; I know it won't be long; she's so good with her mouth. Her hand tightens around the shaft, and she starts jerking faster as she sucks; the rhythmic sloshing sound of her lips tightly sucking me fills the room. Alyssa moans on my cock while sucking, intensifying the vibration.

My stomach hitches; there's no stopping now. I'm going to come in her mouth. "Ready, precious, I'm gonna come," I confess in a breathy voice.

She nods eagerly, her lips forming a smile around my throbbing cock. She bobs her head faster.

The rush hits, and my cock explodes, shooting a hot rope of cum right down the back of her throat. I wince, moaning softly. Her lips not letting go, I pull her up between my legs, and I trade places with her. "Had to wash that alcohol taste out of your mouth."

She lies back on the bed, and I pull her covers up, tucking her in softly. "Good night, daddy's girl. If you can get your drunk ass to class on time tomorrow, I'll have a surprise for you on Friday."

She looks up, slowly blinking, her tired eyes giving away how exhausted she is. "A surprise, daddy? What kind?"

"Just make it to class, and we'll talk." I swipe her hair back behind her ear and kiss her forehead. I walk back down the hall and slide in my bedroom door, slipping beneath the covers silently so I don't wake her sleeping mother.

~~Alyssa~~

"And the next thing you know, it becomes an ongoing patter or blather of an individual. It is, in other words..."

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, listening to the lecture in class. It's been two days since the party, and I swear my ass is still sore from the small spanking I got for coming home late. Mom left yesterday morning for a work retreat, and all I can think about is the fact that I have three nights alone with Grant.

Normally, I love my English Lit class, but today, I want nothing more than for it to end so I can go home.

"... heteroglossia is the language of others. That's what it means..."

My phone vibrates in my pocket, pulling my attention away from the lecture. Thankful I'm in the back of the hall, I take it out slowly and look down at the screen.

It's a text from Grant: a picture of two plane tickets with a short text.

Daddy: Care to have our own retreat this weekend?

Me: Omg! Are you serious???? Yes!!!

I almost jump out of my seat in excitement, but I don't want to draw attention to myself. There's only fifteen minutes left anyway; I won't miss much. I quietly pack up my laptop and slip out the doors unnoticed.

I try to call Kyla, but it goes to voicemail after two rings, and she sends me a text.

Kyla: in class. Wats up

Me: Skip it. Just left mine early. Let's go shopping. Lot B in 20. Calling Whit now

Whitney answers immediately, and I don't even give her time to say anything.

"Whatever you're doing right now, drop it. You, me, and Kyla are going shopping. Meet at Lot B in 20 minutes." I just hang up.

She'll be there. I know she will.

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"You WHAT?!" Kyla shrieks, turning a few heads as we walk to a table.

"Shut up! Yes. It happened a couple weeks ago, while mom was out of town."

"So that's why you were being weird at the party the other night. He dicks you down, and now you're Daddy's little girl?" Kyla puts her hand over her heart. "That is so sweet. I'm proud of you. About time you lost your virginity."

Still a little embarrassed that I'm sleeping with my stepdad, I cover my face with my hands. "I know! Can we focus? There are more important things to talk about. He's taking me somewhere this weekend while mom is gone." I flash the picture he sent me of plane tickets.

"You lucky bitch! Where is he taking you?" Kyla snatches my phone from my hand the second we sit down in the food court with our ice cream.

No matter how much or how little time we have, since we were kids, mall trips always start with ice cream in the food court. I get Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, Whitney gets mint chocolate chip, and Kyla gets cookies and cream. No exceptions.

Whitney huddles over my phone screen as Kyla tries to zoom in on the picture to see what the tickets say.

"Ugh. He covered it up with his thumb," Kyla mumbles through a mouthful of ice cream.

"Ky, don't be gross," Whitney admonishes her. "Chew, swallow, then speak." Always the mom friend. And the peacekeeper.

Kyla opens her mouth, still full of ice cream, wider and leans toward her. "Blahhhhh." Whitney lets out a snort of disgust and grabs her wrist, pushing her away.

"Ow." Kyla winces and pulls her hand away, rubbing it gently over her sleeve.

Rolling her eyes, Whitney looks back at me. "I still can't believe you fucked your stepdad, Lyss. That's crazy. He really won't tell you where he's taking you?"

I shrug and shake my head. "Nope. You saw. He just keeps saying it's a surprise. He's gonna pick me up at the house when he gets off work, and we're going straight to the airport."

"I'd kill for a man twice my age to take me on a fancy weekend trip. That's so unfair."

"I want to get some cute lingerie to surprise him. That's why we're here." I smirk, pointing to the high-end lingerie store across the food court.

"Oh, my god, let's go."

We all finish our ice cream quickly and rush to the store, giggling and talking excitedly.

I hold up a sheer, lacy pink top that would fall to the tops of my thighs, with a matching pink thong, and look at myself in the mirror. It's hard to picture myself in this, but it's so pretty. I want it so bad.

"What about this one? This is so cute!"

Kyla and Whitney both step up behind me and immediately shake their heads.

"No. Not sexy enough." Whitney plucks the hanger from my hand and puts it back on the rack.

I look around, spotting a dark red one. It's more fitted, and the top is much more low-cut than the last one, with extra straps going across my tits. The bottom of it ends at my waist, and the matching thong is somehow even smaller than the pink one. I step back in front of the mirror, holding it up against my body.

"Okay, this one is hot. What do you think?"

Dutifully, they both stand behind me, examining the lingerie set.

"Mmm. Almost. Much better." Kyla takes the hanger from me, holding up a different one in its place. "Try this one. Now this is sexy."

"Holy shit, Lyss. You have to get it. You're a fucking knockout in that; I can already tell."

Taking the hanger from Kyla, I hold it up against my chest with both hands. It's a sheer black bra with red lace details along the bottom of the cups and red satin bows where the straps meet the cups. A skimpy black satin thong with red lace trim and a matching garter belt. I run my finger along the red lace trim across all of it, trying to imagine what I'll look like in it. Daddy won't be able to keep his hands off me.

"Okay. I'm getting it. You're right. This is too hot not to get it."

We walk up to the counter, but when I set my stuff down, Whitney slaps down a set of sheer red nylon stockings. "She'll get these too." Her tone leaves me no room for argument, so I just smile sheepishly at the cashier and hand over my card to pay.

"I have to run somewhere; I'll be right back." Kyla darts out of the store before we even respond. Whitney and I just shrug and look at each other, waiting outside the store for her to come back.

We don't have to wait long; she walks up to us not even five minutes later and shoves a bag into my hands. "Come on! We have to get you home so you can get ready. Let's go."

Once we're in the car, I check the bag Kyla handed me and groan. "Frilly black socks, Ky? Are you kidding me? He doesn't want to see me in these."

"Ohhh, yes he does. I promise you. He's fucking his 18-year-old stepdaughter. He'll love it."

I pull a shoebox out of the bag, gasping. "I can't walk in these. You have to be joking."

Whitney twists in her seat to look back at me. "Yes, you can. It'll be fine. And so worth it. I swear. Trust us. You put all of this on, I bet he won't even bother to take any of it off before he's all over you."

~~Grant~~

My phone buzzes with a notification from the home security system: "Motion detected at your front door."

Alyssa just got home; five more minutes and I'm on my way home too. I call down to the front desk, "Yes, Jennifer, will you have a car downstairs for me in five minutes? I'm headed out." We'll pick up Lyss and have the driver take us to the airport.

She's waiting in the living room when I walk in the front door, nearly vibrating with excitement. Jumping up from the couch, she bounces over and wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a quick kiss.

"Excited, are we?" I settle my hands on her waist, looking down at her, glad I don't have to spend the next three days pretending I don't want to throw her down on any available surface and have my way with her.

"Yes!" She jumps excitedly, scooping both our weekend bags up and throwing the front door open. "Are you gonna tell me where we're going yet?"

"No." Stepping up behind her, I lean down and kiss her neck softly before taking the bags from her. "A lady never carries her bags. And you'll find out where we're going when we get to the airport."

We settle into the back seat, and Alyssa lays her head on my shoulder, resting her hand on my thigh, drawing lazy circles with her finger tips. I hum softly, capturing her hand in mine and bringing it to my lips.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to take you right here in this car."

She giggles, pulling her hand away and letting it fall dangerously close to my cock, already getting hard just at the scent of her this close to me. "Maybe I want you to," she teases.

Groaning, I pull her onto my lap, facing me. Her skirt rides up her thighs and I run my hands up to her waist, bunching the fabric up beneath my hands.

"Were you a good girl today?" I kiss the corner of her mouth. "Or did you forget to wear panties again?" I cup one hand around the back of her neck, rubbing her jaw with my thumb.

She leans into my hand, closing her eyes and sighing quietly at my words. My other hand brushes up her side, where I run my palm over her chest softly, feeling her nipples tighten into peaks through her shirt.

"I, um, I was good."

Her answer comes out quietly, her cool cinnamon-scented breath brushing across my face. I pull her close and kiss her sweet lips while I slip my right hand under her skirt, sliding her panties out of the way before running a finger slowly through her wet warmth. She rocks her hips against me, moaning into my mouth.

Unbuttoning my pants, I free my hardened length from its confines. "I'm not waiting until we get there to have you. Raise your hips for me, princess."

She lifts her hips, and I position the head of my dick at her tight, hot opening. I capture her lips with mine again, slowly pulling her down until I'm fully seated in her pussy, relishing the way she tightens around me and whimpers quietly. Despite my aching need, I force myself to stay still, letting her get used to the feeling of me inside her again.

She pulls back, bracing her palms against my chest, her bright green eyes shining with need. Her lips are parted and her breaths come out in staccato pants.

"You are fucking intoxicating, Alyssa. Your tight little pussy was made to be filled up by my cock, just like this." Keeping my hands on her waist, I lean forward and brush my lips along her jawline and whisper into her ear. "I want you to ride me until we both come."

An audible moan falls from her mouth and I lick her neck before kissing it softly. She starts to lift her hips, but I pull her back down until our hips meet again. "No, no. Not like that, baby girl. Ride me. Grind on me." Using my hands to rock her hips back and forth on me, I show her what to do until I feel her take over.

"Good girl. Just like that, Lyss. Oh, fuck, you're perfect."

Another moan, louder this time, slips out and I move one hand to the back of her head, gently guiding her lips to my neck. "Shh, shh, shh," I whisper in her ear. "We have to be quiet, baby. Kiss my neck, and if you feel like you need to moan, you bite me. But you have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"

In answer, she just kisses the sensitive skin right below my ear and keeps rocking her hips back and forth.

~~Alyssa~~

Grant slips a hand between us and runs his thumb across my clit, keeping time with the movement of my hips against him. My left hand twists the fabric of his shirt into a fist, and without thinking, I bite down on his neck, harder than I meant to. He grunts in pain against my ear, but his hand grips my hair, holding my lips against his skin.

"Such a good fucking girl, Alyssa. Keep going. Don't stop."

I whimper against him quietly, sucking in a breath as I move my hips faster at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside me. I feel that heat gathering in my center, and I know I'm about to come. I thread my free hand into the hair at the back of his head, every muscle in my body clenching tightly, telling me to both stop and keep going. The movements of my hips grow shorter and tighter. His hand still gripping my waist tightens, making me keep my rhythm. A low groan sounds deep in my throat at the same time he lets out a growl in my ear, and we tense against each other, clinging to each other until our bodies relax. He lifts my hips up, slides my panties back into place, and sets me down on the seat beside him.

As I lean my head against him and he wraps his arms around me, he leans down to whisper in my ear. "I don't want you to clean yourself up until we get to the hotel tonight. I want you to feel me inside you all night long."

I nod against his chest, yawning. "Yes, daddy."

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"Come on, sleepy girl. We're here."

I follow Grant into the hotel and to our room, barely managing to kick off my shoes and peel my clothes off before climbing into the cloud-like bed. Wrapped up in his arms, I fall straight back to sleep, and neither of us moves until morning.

I wake up to my face being peppered with kisses. "Good morning, sweetheart. I ordered breakfast from room service. Put this on and come eat." He hands me a fluffy white robe, kisses me one more time, and leaves me to get up on my own.

After taking a minute to stretch and wake up a little more, I wrap myself up in the robe and walk into the sitting area. A spread of French toast, fresh fruit, sausages, and bacon is laid out on the dining table, accompanied by orange juice and piping hot coffee.

"Daddy, this is amazing. Thank you!" We drink coffee and eat a little of everything while he watches the news, and I scroll on my phone.

The second I take my last bite of food, the TV is clicked off, and I'm snatched up and carried back to the bedroom. Grant lays me down on the bed, climbing up on top of me and pulling my robe open. Hovering over me, he kisses the tip of my nose once.

"You want to shower and get ready? I'm taking you shopping."

"And you waited all this time to tell me?" I clap excitedly and wriggle out from under him, throwing my robe off and running into the bathroom to turn the shower on. Once it's hot, he slips in behind me, closing the steamed-up shower door behind us.

I stand facing the water, letting it run down the front of my body while Grant presses up against me. His hardness rests against my lower back. He sweeps my damp hair to the side and traces a finger from my ear, down my neck, across my shoulder, and all the way down my arm. When I turn around to kiss him, he slides a hand between my legs, massaging my clit slowly. I pump my hand up and down his length, taking my time. We stay like that, mouths locked, bodies writhing against each other until we both come, moaning loudly.

He soaps me up, softly scrubbing my body from my neck to my toes, and I do the same for him before we both get out, toweling off and getting dressed for the day so we can go shopping.

We stop at several stores, and I end up with more new shit than I know what to do with. New jeans, sweaters, shoes, jewelry, a phone case, three new purses. If I say no to anything he offers me, he doubles down and threatens to buy me two.

This store, though, makes me feel out of place. It's filled with shelves upon shelves of fancy dresses and men's suits. I'm just wearing a blouse with a maxi skirt. Folding my arms across my chest uncomfortably, I stand in the doorway, under the watchful gaze of the sales clerk, waiting for daddy to walk in. She knows I don't belong here either, and I can tell from the way she's looking at me that she thinks I'm going to cause trouble. Neither of the women working bothers to even say anything to me at all.

The door opens behind me, and I huff out a sigh of relief. "No, that's just fine. Thank you, Trevor. Yes, yes, of course. I'll deal with anything else that comes up on Tuesday. Okay." Grant drapes his arm around my shoulders casually and kisses the top of my head, mouthing an apology at me. "No, Trevor. I don't need you to handle anything else. Please. It's Saturday; go be with your family. I mean it. Bye." He pockets his phone quickly. "Sorry, sweetheart. I promise, no more work calls the rest of the weekend. Why aren't you looking around?"

I shrug one shoulder, mumbling, "I wasn't sure what I needed."

"Well, why didn't you tell them you needed a cocktail dress? I'm sure one of these fine young ladies would be happy to help you." The tone in his voice makes the one who's been watching me since I first walked in jump into action.

"Good afternoon, welcome in. I hear you're in need of a cocktail dress?" I nod, and off she goes to one of the shelves of fancy dresses. Daddy's hand on my lower back guides me along after her. "Is there a specific color? What's the occasion?"

Looking up at Grant, I just shake my head before looking back at her. "Um, just dinner at a nice restaurant."

"We have reservations at Delilah tonight," he supplies helpfully.

"Oh, how fun! My husband and I absolutely adore Delilah. Have you ever been?"

"I've been once or twice. This'll be her first time, though, so I wanted to make it special for her."

"Well, isn't that sweet."

I don't miss the slight hesitation before sweet, and I realize she isn't sure if this is a date-date or a father-daughter date. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to hold back a laugh at the thought that it's both at once.

"What color jumps out at you, dear?"

I scan all the different colored dresses in front of me for a second before deciding. "Burgundy."

The saleswoman calls my attention to the dresses, and feeling a little more comfortable, I only vaguely notice Grant walking away and telling me that he'll be back in a minute.

Lisa, the saleswoman, and I go through every burgundy cocktail dress they have until I finally pick the perfect dress. It's a velvet cocktail dress with an A-line skirt and a tight-fitting bodice. When she asks if I have heels to wear with it, I explain what the black ones Kyla picked out for me look like, and she tsks softly, telling me no. I end up choosing a pair of chunky Mary Jane heels in the same color as the dress.

I can't wait for the look on daddy's face when he sees me in everything tonight.

We're in the car on the way back to the hotel, and his hand holds mine where it rests on the seat between us. I'm looking out both windows, turning my head back and forth, trying not to miss a single moment of this weekend. I've never been to Las Vegas before, and my brain is doing its best to soak up every sight, sound, and scent of everything around me.

Stopped at a traffic light, I see a middle-aged woman walking with a similarly aged man, her arm looped through his. They're both laughing, walking with two kids who look like they're my age. I watch them until the light signals for us to go, and we roll past them.

I turn sideways in my seat and look at Grant, debating if I even want to bring this up. Deciding I must, I open my mouth to speak.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, baby girl.

"Isn't mom going to wonder why you're spending all this money this weekend? The plane tickets, the hotel, all the shopping, fancy dinner. Won't she be upset?"

He just lifts my hand, kissing the back of it. "Don't you worry about any of that. I've got that under control. I promise. Everything is going to be just fine."

I want to protest, but his tone is matter-of-fact, effectively ending the discussion.

~~Grant~~

Her mother and I keep separate finances. My account is mine; she has no say or access to my money, and I have none with hers. I squeeze her hand softly in an attempt to reassure her. "Excited for tonight? I know your mom travels for work all the time. We don't really get to travel as much, so this was just for us, you understand?"

She looks up at me. "Yeah, why should we have to stay home all the time?" Pulling my arm around her shoulder, she snuggles next to me. I grab my phone and pull up the website for the restaurant. "Wanna look at the menu for tonight?"

We spend the next few minutes scrolling and conversing before we're back at the hotel. The bellhop brings our bags up to the penthouse suite. Alyssa happily leads me to the elevator.

"C'mon, daddy, we gotta get ready for dinner. I'm so excited."

The elevator dings, and I open the door to our suite. The bags and boxes from the mall are organized and arranged in the spare room of the suite.

"Look, daddy! Oh my god. They have everything so neat and pretty. My dress is right here."

I follow her to the room, standing back to watch her in all of her cuteness.

"But I don't remember getting this much stuff." She looks over at me, bewilderment and shock in her eyes. "How much did you spend on me, daddy?"

The question pulls a belly laugh out of me. "Not all of those are yours, sweet girl. Besides, I told you not to worry about it." I found myself a few additions to my own collection, but I specifically found a nice suit to wear for dinner tonight. My button-down is the same tone as her dress. She doesn't know it yet.

"Ready for dinner? Let's get dressed."

"Okay, daddy."

She looks stunning in her new dress. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I make a call down to the desk to have a car ready for us. I take Alyssa's hand, and we step into the elevator. On the way down to the lobby, I pin her to the mirrored wall of the elevator, kissing her desperately, my hands running up and down her body.

The ding of the elevator hits too fast, and as the door opens, I take her hand and lead her to the car. The short ride over to Delilah's is uneventful. The car stops, and the driver opens Alyssa's door, and her eyes grow wild in amazement.

"Daddy, this place is even nicer than the pictures."

Her eyes sparkle under the bright lights. We head in, and are quickly shown to our table. The waitstaff present us with the specials, along with the regular menus. Our waiter brings our drinks.

"Enjoying yourself, my sweet girl?" I look over, and Alyssa is sipping her drink, looking over the menu.

"What should I get, Daddy?" Her face looks confused but excited.

"Whatever you wanna get, doll. You like when I grill steaks; these will be even better than mine."

We eat and order dessert, conversing about things. Realizing I sort of dismissed her concerns, I interrupt the conversation to give her what little explanation I can.

"Baby, you have to understand... Your mom and I, we aren't necessarily married for love. Our... companies do a lot of business together, and sometimes to maintain a strong business relationship... You do things that you don't wanna do sometimes. Does it make sense?"

Her brows knit together. "You didn't want to marry my mom?"

I exhale, leaning back in my chair. "It's more complicated than that. There were certain things happening between her business and mine that we didn't find particularly agreeable. Things they wanted us to do, and getting married was the only way to keep those things from happening."

She takes a bite of the Delilah Sundae we're sharing, holding the spoon in her mouth thoughtfully. "So, you wanted to get married, just not because you love each other," she states plainly.

Clearing my throat, I nod once. "Essentially. The point is, I don't want you to worry about anything. What we do, what happens between us, it has nothing to do with your mother. We aren't doing anything wrong."

She reaches under the table and grabs my upper thigh. "Don't worry, daddy; I'll always take care of you."

Her hand gropes my cock, and it twitches at her touch, instantly getting hard. "Ready to head back and check in for the night?"

She gives a wicked grin as she finishes her drink. "I have a surprise for you, daddy."

I flag our waiter down to get the check. Alyssa takes my hand, and we take the short ride home.

~~Alyssa~~

The ride back to the hotel is quiet. I'm so nervous to put on the lingerie I got, and even more nervous for him to see me in it. What if he doesn't like it? What if I shouldn't have taken Kyla and Whitney's advice?

I try to focus my attention on feeling the warm weight of his hand on my thigh, and his thumb moving in slow, soft circles on my skin. It helps, barely. Mostly because the closer we get to the hotel, the closer he gets to my already aching pussy.

Not soon enough, we arrive at the hotel. We get up to the room, and I usher Grant to the couch, kissing him on the cheek once. "I'll be right back, daddy. I'm just going to get a little more comfortable."

Once I get everything on, I stand in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, studying my reflection. Okay, Kyla and Whitney were right. This was definitely the right choice. I look hot as hell. The black lingerie does nothing but accentuate my perfectly pale skin, which he loves. The burgundy lace accents and satin bows add just enough color to keep it interesting.

My personal favorite part of the whole thing is the lacy black garter belt encasing my right thigh. The burgundy satin ribbon laced through the center of it is so sexy I almost don't want to wear it. He might be so excited that he just rips everything right off of me. The final touch to the outfit is putting on the little lacy black socks and stepping into the shiny black 6-inch heels. I turn and look at my ass in the mirror; the way the thong and the sheer nylon stockings sit, it's like they're perfectly framing my ass cheeks.

I step out of the bathroom and saunter across the suite to stand in front of where he sits on the couch. Spinning around twice in front of him, I stop with my hands on my hips and grin down at him.

"What do you think, daddy? You like it?"

His eyes land on the shiny black heels first, and I watch them trail up my legs, pausing when he notices the garter belt on my thigh. His pupils blow wide, and he continues taking his time examining me, not saying anything. When his gaze finally lands on my face, he smirks at me and raises his hand, crooking a finger at me, beckoning me closer.

"Yes, baby girl. I love it. You are so fucking beautiful."

"Thank you, daddy." I grin wickedly at him as I lower myself into his lap, straddling his legs with mine before leaning in, giving him a quick kiss. "I knew you'd like it."

"When did you do this?" His strong hands grip my waist tightly, holding me against him, and he kisses and nips at my neck. "It's perfect. You're perfect." He switches to the other side of my neck, placing light kisses all across my neck and down onto my chest, leaving a trail of heat on my skin everywhere his lips touch.

"I bought it all yesterday afternoon after class. After you told me we were taking a trip, I wanted to get something extra sexy just for you."

I throw my arms over his shoulders, clasping them loosely behind his neck, and lean closer to him. Feeling his already hardened length beneath me, I press my chest against his and slowly start rocking my hips back and forth, just a little to let him know I can feel how hard he is for me.

He stifles a moan against the sensitive spot on my neck below my ear, whispering so quietly I almost don't hear him. "Ahhhh. That's it, princess."

His hands that claim my waist take control, moving my hips against his rock-hard dick just the way he wants me. "Since I booked the hotel room, I haven't been able to stop thinking about the things I want to do to you."

I let out a breathy moan and press my hips into him harder. I lean in and brush my lips across his neck softly. "What did you picture when you thought about it? Let me make another fantasy of yours come true."

My pussy is hot, throbbing, and aching to feel him inside me. But all I care about right now is pleasing him, about giving my daddy exactly what he wants.

"Well... I did this..."

His lips capture mine in a deep, desperate kiss, and he lets out a gentle moan against my lips before he stands, wrapping his arms firmly around my waist. In four quick strides, my back is pressed against the wall, pinning me there.

I lock my legs around his waist and moan softly, returning the kiss fervently before I pull away. My breaths come out in soft pants. "And then what? Did I get on my knees and suck your cock?" I ask hopefully. I need to taste him. Need to feel him against my tongue.

His lips part, and I trace the tip of my tongue along his, just like I would his veiny shaft.

My bottom lip is captured between his teeth for a moment, and he pulls back, his lips curving up into a sexy smirk that makes my clit throb angrily.

"Not yet, baby."

He unwraps my legs from around him and lowers me to the floor, dropping to his knees in front of me.

"I thought about how you looked too good not to have a taste first." His fingers, warm against my skin, hook into the thin strap of my thong, sliding it down my legs slowly before tossing them across the room. "Like this..."

I run my fingers through his hair, spreading my legs a little, and let out a slow breath. "Oh god, yes. Please. I want to feel your tongue on my clit so bad."

My right leg is hoisted up over his shoulder, leaving my dripping core wide open and on display right in front of him. Before I even have time to steady myself, he traps my clit between his lips and sucks hard.

My left hand slaps against the wall, and my other hand grabs his shoulder as I struggle to hold myself up, crying out loudly. My hips grind against his face.

"Fuck yes. I love being used by you, daddy. You make me feel so good."

His right hand slides down from its bruising hold on my waist, and two fingers press into me. A low moan is released against my clit, and his tongue starts to trace agonizingly slow circles around it.

I thread my fingers through his hair, holding his mouth against my core, and the walls of my pussy clench around his fingers as I moan and gasp loudly, "Oh my god, yes. Please. Please make me come, daddy. I need it so bad."

"I need you to come on my fingers while I suck your clit. You taste so fucking good."

My skin heats like it's on fire and my legs start to shake, and every coherent thought leaves my brain and I come with a loud moan. My juices gush out around his hand as I babble and moan my way through my orgasm.

"Oh, my god. Yes, daddy, I'm coming. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Oh fuck yes."

~~ Grant ~~

I pull my hand back, then I lap my tongue through Alyssa's perfect pussy lips. Coating my tongue in her juices before standing up and kissing her intensely.

As we kiss, I undo my belt, and then my pants. I moan and whimper against Alyssa's lips. My cock throbs as it rubs against my boxers

Alyssa presses her lips to mine once more, before sinking to her knees and sliding my boxers down just enough that my hardened length springs free. She grips the base softly in her hand and kisses away the droplet of pre-cum, licking it from her lips. She looks up into my eyes and runs her tongue in slow circles around the head, leaving her mouth open so I can watch her tongue as she teases me.

"That's it, baby, just like that," I whisper, looking down at her approvingly. Her perfect lips grin around my cock. My right hand fists around her flowing dark hair.

"You remember how I like it?"

"Yes, daddy."

Alyssa nods, taking my cock into her mouth and bobbing up and down. This gorgeous girl runs her tongue along the vein on every upstroke, taking more of my length into her mouth each time until my cock hits the back of her throat.

I let out a groaning moan when her gag reflex causes her throat to clench around my throbbing cock.

"Fuck yes, darlin'. Just like that. Hold it, baby."

Alyssa sucks hard, swallowing to take me all the way into her tight throat. She grips my flexed thighs, holding her lips in place at the base of my dick until tears form in her beautiful eyes before pulling back and swirling her tongue around the head twice before taking me back into her throat, holding me there.

I groan loudly at the magic of her tongue, and my cock flexes when she releases.

"Ugh, that's it. Don't stop, baby girl... You know just how I like it. You're so good, princess." She feels so good; she knows exactly how to swallow my cock.

Alyssa pulls back a little and hums around the shaft, moving her mouth up and down my throbbing cock from tip to base over and over, gagging beautifully each time I hit the back of her throat.

"Ahhhh fuckkk." I pull her head back and help Alyssa to her feet.

"You're too good, baby. I'm not ready to finish yet." I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up. I carry Alyssa over to the bed before throwing her body down on it.

"Daddy, please..." She looks up at me from the bed, her chest heaving.

"Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me."

I crawl up between her legs; what a beautiful fucking sight she is. "Mmm fuck... I need to feel your tight pussy stretching around my cock." I guide my hard cock to her eager pussy and smack it against her swollen clit. Alyssa's hips buck up against me, and she moans and begs desperately.

"Ugh fuck. Daddy please. Put it inside me. Fuck me. I need your cock inside me."

Her hands reach out for my hips, trying to pull me into her. I reach down and place the head at her entrance, and slowly push into her soaked pussy inch by inch, moaning at her tightness.

"Oh, my fucking..." Alyssa cries out in pleasure.

"You feel so fucking good. I love using your tight little cunt." I push in and hold my thrust before pulling back and slamming deep into her wetness again.

Alyssa cries out, the muscles of her pussy clenching around me. She reaches down and rubs her greedy clit. "Yes, fuck. Just like that, daddy. I love fucking you. You make me feel so good. Please don't stop."

I lean deeper into her, rocking my hips back and forth, making sure I savor every second I'm inside her. "I know, baby girl, you have the best pussy ever. I love you so much."

I push my cock hard into her and roll my hips out, over and over, our bodies colliding on the bed.

I let out a hushed moan, "You clench my cock so fucking good."

Alyssa groans, thrusting her hips up to meet mine. She grasps at the sheets, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh, my god. Daddy, please, I'm gonna come. Your cock is so perfect. Oh, fuck."

She clenches her pulsating pussy tightly around my cock and holds it, letting out a low moan. With each thrust, Alyssa gets tighter and tighter.

"Yeah? Good girl, come on my cock. I love using your body for my own pleasure."

~~Alyssa~~

An orgasm has been building up inside me, and I'm so close, teetering on the very edge, his words doing just enough to drive me right over that edge. And then I'm empty. Before I even have the chance to complain, I'm flipped onto my stomach. His strong hands grab my hips roughly and raise them up, and then his rock-hard cock is thrust back into my pussy. Hard. Repeatedly.

The suddenness of it all has me gasping, arching my back as I cry out. My orgasm quickly climbs back up, higher and higher to new heights until I'm so close it feels like I'll explode.

"Oh, fuckkk. I'm coming. Oh, my god, daddy, please--" A high-pitched moan cuts off my words, and I come all over his cock as it pistons in and out of me, my hips pushing back to meet him each time.

"Fuck yes. Come on my cock, you filthy little fuck toy." His hands squeeze my hips, and I clench around him. He doesn't stop fucking me, slamming his hips against my ass so hard that the sound echoes throughout the hotel room.

The rhythm he's got going slows slightly, and he shifts behind me before pulling almost all the way out until just the head is still in my throbbing heat, before he slams back into me.

"Precious girl... You feel so fucking good. Your tight little fuckhole." He leans forward, his chest flush with my back, and one hand wraps loosely around my throat.

My body trembles beneath him, nearly vibrating with need as a strangled moan falls from my lips. "Daddy, oh my god. Fuck me. Use me like your personal fuck toy."

Sliding my hand between my legs, I rub tight circles around my clit and moan softly as my pussy clenches around his length tightly. His thrusts become harder, more erratic; his hand around my throat tightens and pulls me back into him.

"I'm so close, baby girl... I need it. I'm gonna come." His words come out in panted grunts, each one punctuated by a thrust into me. "Daddy loves his precious baby girl."

I roll my clit between two of my fingers, gasping and moaning loudly. "I love you, daddy. Oh fuck, you're amazing." Without having to think about it, my hips start rocking back and forth with him, and my body quivers with need as I run my finger in circles around my clit. "I've wanted this since the first time I met you. Come with me, daddy. Please, I need it."

"Oh, my fucking-- Angel-- I'm coming." His cock slams into me one last time, and we both collapse in a tangled heap of limbs and moans and heavy breaths as he comes inside me, filling me up.

He rolls onto his back and pulls me up to his face, our lips locking in a slow and lazy kiss. I feel his cum leaking from my pussy, smearing across the insides of my thighs.

"Daddy, that was amazing. You're amazing. Thank you. For everything. For the weekend getaway, dinner, shopping trip. Everything."

He kisses the tip of my nose, and I smile, draping one arm across his still-heaving chest.

"You're amazing, my sweet girl. You're always welcome."

Those words are the last thing I hear as my eyes fall closed. We drift off to sleep, wrapped around each other under the blankets.

~~~~~

When I open my eyes again, it's daylight outside. The sun is just barely shining through the window, and daddy is still sleeping beside me. I turn to face him, watching him for just a minute, sound asleep and flat on his back. As my gaze trails over his body, I see the blanket is tented over his waist. With a smirk, I slowly start to pull the blanket off both of us.

I move closer, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. My hand snakes across his hip to take hold of his cock; hard and waiting for me. Rubbing my thumb over the tip, I rotate my hand in slow circles, moving it up and down at the same time. It pulses at my touch, and my pussy throbs right along with it. Just the thought of tasting him turns me on. Moving down just a little, I lean forward; mouth open and ready to feel the smooth skin on my tongue.

Just before I make contact, his hand fists into my hair, tugging my face up to his.

"You naughty little girl. Is someone horny this morning?"

Not giving me the chance to answer, he takes my lips with his into a heated kiss. I whimper against him as he tugs me on top of him. My legs straddle his waist as we kiss until he breaks away from me. His hands on my hips urge me down until I feel his hardness brushing against my wet folds.

"Put it inside, baby girl. I want you to ride my dick." His voice is soft, still raspy with sleep.

I don't hesitate; I reach between my legs and place the head of his cock at my already dripping wet opening. My eyes close and I sigh at the feeling of his touch against my most sensitive part as I start to lower myself down, but he stops me.

"Look me in the eyes, Alyssa. I want to see the look on your face when my cock fills that tight little pussy like this."

I moan, my face burning red. I have no idea what I'm doing, and he's going to see it all over my face. Putting my hands on his hips to brace myself, I slowly start to lower myself down. This angle makes it feel so much more intense than any other time he's been inside me, and I gasp at the fullness I feel as I take all of his shaft inside me.

His pupils grow wide, and his lips part slightly as he watches me; his eyes flick back and forth between my face and my pussy enveloping his cock as he watches me.

"Yes, my sweet girl. Just like that. You feel so fucking tight. So fucking perfect. Take your time. Get used to the feeling."

I'm too embarrassed to ask what to do, even though it's him. Grant won't judge me for not knowing, but I don't care. I just start doing the same thing I did in the car on Friday on the way to the airport. I roll my hips back and forth, slowly. I let out a breathy moan at the same moment he lets out a groan so low; it's almost like he's growling at me.

His grip on my hips tightens, slowing my movements. "Did I tell you to move yet, princess?"

The movement of his cock as he flexes it inside me makes the walls of my pussy tighten angrily around him, over and over, trying to create friction.

He speaks through a clenched jaw, "You remember in the car on Friday, when you started to move, and I told you what to do instead?"

I nod, unable to form words. I just want him to fuck me. I want to feel him dragging that perfect cock in and out of me, relentlessly.

"I want you to do that. Up and down. Bounce on my cock, you needy little girl."

~~Grant~~

She's never had it like this before, her hips bouncing in a rapid rhythm. The slapping sounds of her dripping wetness ring out with her hips' motions. My hands hold her hips tight, squeezing hard, holding her right where I want her.

"That's it, baby girl, right fucking there. Harder, precious. Fuck my cock."

I glance down to see her hungry pussy swallowing my cock; up and down, she rides me harder and faster. Alyssa steadies her hands on my stomach and rolls her hips deeper. Each time, I feel my cock rubbing against her inner walls.

"Daddy, you feel so fucking good, I need your fucking cock." Her voice is ragged between moans and helpless whimpers.

I start rocking her hips harder, the feral instincts taking over. I want her to impale herself on my throbbing cock. "Fuck. Fuck yes, Alyssa baby... harder. Fucking faster. You feel so god damn good, my love." I pull her face to mine, and I kiss her deeply. My tongue traces hers; a thin thread of saliva remains as I pull back from the breathtaking kiss.

Moaning and groaning with each violent shift of her hips, I can feel her pussy clenching tighter around me. "Baby girl, you feel so amazing. Clench harder, my angel. I'm gonna fill your swollen fuckhole full of come."

My right hand travels up her sexy body and settles around her throat. She gives me that wicked grin I love so much. I smirk back and squeeze her throat.

"Yeah, gonna come in my pussy, Daddy? I need it," she teases. Her hips slow and she starts fucking me deeper, harder, more deliberately, her confidence growing. "I'm so close, Daddy, but I'm not ready to be done yet."

Stunned, my hold on her throat loosens, and I let my hand fall. Folding my arms on the pillow behind my head, I just watch her body moving above me. Fuck, is it a sight to behold.

"I love watching you fuck me, darlin'. Don't stop."

This spurs her to speed up. "You're gonna be my fucktoy this time, Daddy." Her voice is powerful and commanding. It sends a jolt of heat through my balls and right up my pulsating shaft. She leans down and presses her tits to my chest. She uses my shoulders for leverage, her hips gyrating as she's bouncing them up and down.

I can barely take it, my chest heaving, panting, and struggling to form words. "I'm gonna come, baby..."

I manage to get the words out just as I feel that pressure building in the depths of my core. My cock throbs rapidly, matching the pounding of my heart. The head of my cock swells, and there's nothing else I can do to stop it...

"Daddy, am I better than mommy?"

Ugh fuck, that drives me absolutely wild.

"Yes, baby, your pussy is perfect. I can't get enough."

My words trail off, and my breathing becomes gruff. My eyes roll back, and I allow myself to enjoy this. The rush hits fast, and my cock explodes. My hot fluid fills her tight hole and dribbles out as she continues slamming down onto me.

"I-- I'm coming, baby girl. Ugh, fuck me... You feel so fucking gooood."

She purrs, satisfied with her performance; her hips slow, and she collapses on my chest, still grinding deliberately.

"Daddy, I came so fucking hard on your cock."

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