For Daddy’s Eyes Only

6

It felt as though I was reliving a dream, I was curled up in this man's arms.

I watched closely as he took a generous sip of his wine, and then he pulled me onto his lap. Bringing his lips to mine, he gradually shared the drink with me, directly from his mouth and then sucked the softness of my lips into his warm mouth.

We carried on like this, I did not know how long, I was too engrossed in the act that I did not give a damn about the time that swept by, so we continued in that motion until the bottle was half empty, and by then, I was floating on cloud nine. His hands were gliding over my shoulders, collarbones, and scooping my breasts when, all of a sudden, he playfully tipped me onto the couch.

"You are such a naughty girl", he said, smacking my face and spreading my legs. I landed on my back with a soft huff, feeling him settle on top of me.

Using the palms of his hands, he began to work on my breast and then moved down my stomach. After days of dreaming for this moment and hours of waiting for him to make the first move, this was pure bliss, and I was going to enjoy the best of it. Despite his imposing giant stature, he was incredibly gentle in a way that had me begging for his ruthlessness. He clearly knew his way around: a gentle suck here, a push there, and soothing circles everywhere, his fingers were actively at work deep inside my warm spot. I found myself sighing repeatedly, lost in the moment.

Eventually, the sensation became almost too much to bear. I arched my hips and nudged him off me, laughing at the astonished look on his face.

This man was a god!

"You are not enjoying what I'm doing to you?" He asked.

"No. I do. I love it. I just have other plans," I tried to say.

"Well over here, I call the shots and don't ever interrupt me while I am working my way around you" He commanded, his voice was so sexy, I was trembling from the brewing sweet sensation in my p***y.

In one strong pull at my nightie, everything went flying towards him.

Pangs of embarrassment engulfed me as his eyes absorbed the netty pieces of clothing covering my v****a.

He dug the two forefingers of his right hand inside my p***y, and pulled me to himself, it was rough, mindly painful but I loved that he disregarded my p***y the way he did.

He ripped my net pants off my crotch with his left hand while his right hand explored ferociously my willing walls.

Then he pushed me back on the couch and got on top of me. I wanted to die at the crushing weight of this man on top of me. It felt wicked to be completely naked with him still fully clothed on top of me.

But like he had instructed, he was in charge and I was to submissively let him lead.

I even welcomed the idea.

The whole concept of me being ferociously devoured by this ultra-masculine man who seemed to know the right places to touch.

"f**k me already, daddy. Please" I whispered.

Slap!

I felt his palm connect to my cheeks and watched him signal me to shut the f**k up and not make a single sound. He looked like a monster with the way his eyes narrowed.

It stung me so bad, but I deserved it for being a dirty d**k hungry slut.

"Do it again" I said.

And this time, he almost knocked the air out of me with my head whipping side ways.

For the few seconds that followed, I was in a haze from the slap.

“You know don’t have to let me do this,” he said softly, his fingers probing the depth of my p***y as he explored, his voice nearly reduced till it was almost a whisper. “We can forget this ever happened. No one has to know.”

What did he mean No one has to know?

I understood his reasons for secrecy but f**k that, whatever he was doing to me was too good even though it was wrong.

We had already crossed too many lines in less than an hour. The kisses we shared has been something I desired to have for weeks and months ago and I am glad it that had lasted a little too long.

And now, right here, he is asking us to stop and forget he did not just wipe out the biggest d**k I have ever seen?

“I don’t want to forget,” I said, my voice trembling with pleasure. “f**k me Daddy! f**k me!!.”

He came all over me, slow and careful, as if giving me one last chance to stop him. I didn’t. I would never dare.

His hand cupped my breast in one firm grope, rough thumb brushing the skin around it and then clipping my n*****s like he was trying to memorise it.

He groped harder and then spanked my breast twice, and then spanking me across the face with his free hand.

“f**k! You are so soft!” were the words that escaped his lips.

“And you are so strong daddy! I am just a weak, sweet softie, have me as hard and rough as you want” I moaned my words.

“You’re her best friend,” he murmured as he lowered himself to suck the sides of my breasts into his mouth whilst holding my hands above my head. “And I’m her uncle.”

He left the red mark of his teeth on my right breast and proceeded to ferociously suck on the left like a prisoner being fed for the first time in three days.

I prayed for this moment so as much as I was in a lot of pain, I enjoyed it. I wanted it. My body begged for it.

And for a man like Charles Davenport to find me worthy of his saliva on my body, I admitted I was honored to be his source of s****l satisfaction and I was going to do everything to please him.

“Olivia wll hate us for this” he grumbled as he found his way to my earlobe and neckline, sucking and tonguing .

I nodded, guilt crawling up my spine even as I leaned into his touch. “She’d hate us.”

“She’d never forgive me.”he said as he spread myself wider. His heavy weight nudged in between my thighs.

This man was too huge to be on top a tiny piece of f**k doll but that was the whole idea of being attracted to him, to endure his insurmountable body size as he pounded his monstrous d**k inside me.

“She’d never forgive me too.” I moaned with tears in my eyes as I leaned up a bit to enjoy his oral ministrations.

He pressed his forehead to mine. “Then why are we here?”

I let out a shaky breath. “Because I want you daddy. I want to have your DNA inside me. I want to be filled to the brim with your c*m daddy. I want to be yours.”

It was honest. Terrifyingly honest.

His lips met mine again with a quiet desperation. Not forceful—just real. Like he’d been holding back for too long. I melted into him, my hands clutching his muscles too big to be held, the scent of him dizzying me. God knows I am doomed for this man, he felt too good to be true. He tasted of desire, remorse and longing, and something unspoken that had always lived between us - passion.

I fell back on the bed and he followed, lips trailing my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. Each touch set fire to my skin, and yet, through the haze of need and wanting to beg his brutal penetration, I whispered, “We’re terrible people.”

He stopped for a moment, resting his weight on one elbow. “Maybe. But you’re the only person I think about.”

“Even when Olivia talks about me?”

“Especially then. I always wondered what you would taste like, I am not disappointed at all.”

It should have made me recoil. Instead, I pulled him closer and begged him to ruin me already.

“Remember, you asked for it” he said coldly, and in one gently hard stroke, he entered me.