Taking Daddy’s Command.

Mr Hardcore.

Chapter 3.

Amelia’s eyes rolled backward as her hand found her clit, rubbing gently on it and giving herself the pleasure she deserved.

She threw her head back and moaned softly, teasing herself gently with the image of Hardcore running through her mind.

“f**k! Hardcore! f**k me,” she moaned softly, hoping he would f**k her like his name implied.

Pleasure coursed through her body as she continued to tease herself, her p***y turning extremely wet.

“Ohhh… Hardcore… f**k!!! s**t… just like that…” she moaned loudly, unable to control the pleasure that surged through every vein, making her skin tingle in reaction.

Her eyes rolled backward. She knew it was wrong to crave the c**k of a man she had barely known for an hour, but with Hardcore, it wasn’t that easy. She pictured the shape of his mouth skillfully lashing over her clit, his deft fingers pumping hard into her p***y while she moaned loudly…

One more tease with his name rolling off her tongue, and her p***y vibrated. An orgasm flushed through her, thrashing her back and forth.

“Oh, Hardcore… I’m coming so bad!” she purred in delight, spilling her creamy c*m all over.

For a moment or two, she sat gently on the WC and settled into her post-orgasm bliss.

After a few more minutes of panting nonstop, she cleaned up the WC and arranged her dress, reaching out to the washing hand basin to wash her hands.

The door suddenly opened the moment Amelia began washing her hands.

Her head snapped in the direction of the door, and the image of the man standing there tore her heart from her chest.

Amelia felt the entire blood in her body draining as she watched him standing there, the bulge in his trousers standing out, visible for her eyes.

She gulped down nothing and stared at him, his eyes this time.

“You… you..”

“You called for me.” He cut her off. Lurking around for the past few minutes, his ears had been grazed with her melodious moans that did nothing but arouse his inner beast and made his member crave something his eyes had never seen, nor had he tasted before.

He had tried hard, really hard, to not walk in, but the image of those peaky n*****s that kept calling his name wouldn’t let him ignore.

He took a step closer to Amelia, his eyes on her boobs yet again. They looked so heavy, and he yearned for his hands on them.

“Don’t come closer,” Amelia muttered, her shaky voice betraying her.

Maximo’s lips twitched into a seductive smile, and he took another step closer.

“Your body doesn’t seem to speak the same language as you, pretty one.”

This was the height of all seduction. His voice, his perverted gaze on her—everything made her lust for him.

A minute ago, Amelia was moaning and praying he would f**k her hard like his name implied, but now, she was scared—scared of letting him get closer. Yet, her body wasn’t willing to comply with her head; it just wanted to have his hands roaming around her.

Maximo took another step closer, and Amelia shut her eyes tightly.

“This isn’t right, Hardcore,” she managed to say and chuckled seductively.

“What isn’t right, pretty one? The fact that I would be rubbing that tight cunt of yours to pleasure, or I would be f*****g you hard like my name implies?”

The heat that followed his octave streamed into her p***y.

Amelia shuddered at the slimy feeling of her juice that ran along her thighs.

In seconds, Maximo was already standing next to her, behind her, his hands cupping her head, and he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her neck from behind.

Amelia’s breath hitched as his wet lips left an imprint on her neck, but she managed to say a word.

“Oh… Hardcore… we’re strangers…”

Hardcore chuckled at her words, leaning closer and rubbing his hardness against her back.

“Strangers don’t get this close, pretty head. Strangers don’t crave each other’s p***y and c**k. Strangers don’t moan each other’s names. Strangers don’t get f*****g erect from hearing another stranger moan his name.”

Amelia could not lie to herself in any way. The hard feel of his erect member made her insides churn, and her p***y stupidly began to itch…

“What can you feel?” he asked inaudibly, his tone barely above a whisper, yet it made her p***y reverberate and long for his touch.

She swallowed down nothing and gave a reply.

“I can feel… your hard member…” she moaned softly, and he groaned.

“You don’t refer to me as that! I am your daddy… now.”

Amelia liked the sound of that. It showed how dominating he was, but a part of her wondered if others ever called him that.

“I’m going to f**k you hard, Amelia… and you are going to moan my name and sing it like songs of praises.”

The undertone of his voice made her legs weak, giving in before he could even try any further… Amelia tried hating herself for being this accessible to him, but she ended up being happy he followed her here. She was going to get the best f**k of her life today. In a damn long time, she hadn’t had s*x. She had run away from men and never thought of one. She had embraced the pleasure of a vibrator, but today, she was going to have a c**k filling her tight cunt. Not just any c**k, but a big c**k that could feed her p***y well like national wealth.

“Tell me what you want daddy to do to your p***y… tell me how you want him to make your p***y speak, in what language, and daddy will grant your wish.”

Amelia’s heart leaped, s****l sparkles flying like milestones across her body.

How could a man be so f*****g good with words?

“When daddy speaks, you do not keep him mute, Melia.”

The dominance in his voice made her legs shake, and she found herself giving up eventually.

“I do not have a wish… daddy… just f**k me…”

“As much as your legs would shake, yeah?”

Those words came in a low whisper, and she nodded her head to him.

“You are going to beg for mercy, you little slut. Daddy is going to f**k you hard like never before. Firstly, your front to the wash basin and your ass to me.”

It was a command, and Amelia knew not to go against it. She loved the way his voice sounded.

She turned immediately, holding onto the basin and having her ass to him.

His tongue ran against his lips, wetting his lower lip like he wanted her p***y juice wetting it…

“You have got some heavy ass, bitch.”

“All for you, daddy…” she moaned like his slut, and he groaned, raising her dress and leaving a spank on her right ass cheek.

Amelia squirmed, her p***y spurting…

“Oh s**t… daddy…”

His hand landed another hot smack on her ass cheeks, and the tantalizing feel made her legs weak and her p***y dripping.

Maximo groaned like a child in need of a breast. The sight of her p***y sent sparks through him, increasing his urge. He was going to f**k her hard and make her moan loudly.

“You are such a slut… not even a pant to this cloth, so f*****g prepared for me…” he groaned, and Mira whimpered softly, waiting for his fingers.

Just as she expected, his finger teased her p***y lips from behind.

Amelia’s eyes rolled backward. The skillfulness of his deft fingers seized the air she breathed. It sent chills down her veins. If she wasn’t holding onto the basin, she would have been on the floor.

“You are such a f*****g b***h, you are so f*****g slimy…”

His hands parted her legs gently, and he began to tease her softly—softly, yet it made her legs tremble.

Amelia’s hand gripped the basin, and she moaned out softly.

“Ummm… daddy…” she moaned softly, arousing him and making him do more.

“Oh s**t… yeah… f**k, Hardcore…”

That name pissed him, for a reason he didn’t know, and he pinched hard on her p***y, sending a shock through her body.

“You do not refer to me as that, little one. I am your daddy. You can only moan ‘Daddy.’ Do you understand?” He rolled his hand against her folds, and her eyes shut close as her legs trembled. The pleasure of his skilled hand sent miles of sparkles cascading through her body.

His action gave her the sense that she could be the only one referring to him as that.

Her p***y clenched, and she let out another moan.

“Oh, daddy… I’m going to c*m…”

The melody of her voice and p***y synchronized, sheltering his ears with a moan that made him thrust his hand into her tight cunt.

“s**t…” he moaned. “Your p***y is so f*****g tight, b***h… I wonder how it’s going to feel having your warm hole tightened around my member…”

His fingers flicked in her hole, and that was all she could hold.

“Oh…” A loud wail tore across her lips, her orgasm shooting through her body, while she jerked back and forth at the force of the orgasm.

Her eyes rolled, and her toes curled in pleasure.

Maximo watched as it all went to waste. He couldn’t let that happen. The feel of her p***y, the feel of her c*m, and the delicious scent of her p***y juice made him take a decision he had never made before. He only f****d and never gave pleasure, but now he couldn’t handle the urge to taste her juice.

He pulled his hands out of her p***y and sent them straight into his mouth, licking his fingers clean while he watched her settle into her post-orgasm bliss, breathlessly.

Amelia liked the way he licked her juice from his hands. She wished he would suck her that way.

“You taste so f*****g great, pretty head… And I am not done with you yet. Take those obstacles away and show daddy those heavy t**s. Daddy has a lot to do to this needy body of yours.”