Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(16)

I pushed and pushed until I couldn’t go any deeper, the head of my dick bumping the end of her tight passage. I looked at her, saw the smile on her face, and couldn’t help but kiss her again. There was just something about her – a lot of things actually. I couldn’t pinpoint just one. She made me feel so much, and I never wanted those feelings to ever go away. She made life better, especially with her smiles, and of course, the steamy sex. With every hip thrust, with every one of her breathy cries, I thought, “Mine.”

“Fuck…” I groaned, when she parted her legs wider so my dick could go even deeper. She rested the back of her ankles on my shoulder, her moans getting louder – almost screams – as I continued to thrust in and out of her. Fuck, how did she know to do that?

“So naughty,” I murmured.

She grabbed at my hair, her breasts, my ass, and her clit, as I began to pick up my pace. She was screaming now, saying my name out loud for the neighbors to hear. I didn’t care. I loved it when she shouted. It was like my trophy for winning her. It was definitely a stroke to my ego the way she lost herself in what I did to her, but more importantly, it told me she was more than enjoying every inch of my thick dick.

“Mary…” I breathed her name, and she knew what that meant. I felt my dick jerk inside her, and soon enough, my cum flooded her pussy. I continued to pump slowly, in and out, and when I finally pulled away, we both grinned at the sight of my cum dripping wet from her.

“Yeah, not a virgin any more. That pussy’s mine.” I met her green gaze. “Right, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. My pussy’s just for you.”

“Come here,” I said to her, stretching my arm out, so she could rest her head on my chest. My couch was the right size, so that both of us could lie down squished against each other. She snuggled closer to me, our legs intertwined and with my arm splayed over her breasts. I planted a soft kiss on her hair.

“You know I’m not letting you go now, right?” I said. When she looked up at me, eyes full of surprise and love, she grinned.

“I’d like that because I don’t want to go anywhere.”





Chapter Eight


Mary


“Mary…”

I heard his voice. It was almost pleading, yet still commanding. He was my Daddy. I knew he wasn’t my father. God, that was gross. But he was everything I wanted a man to be. He was emphatic, but dominating. I called him that blatantly now – Daddy – and every time, he responded positively. He’d either tell me to sit on his lap or snuggle into him, and I loved it. He felt so big and warm against my tiny frame. Every time I was with him, I felt like nothing bad was ever going to happen to me because he would protect me.

“Mary,” he said again, walking over to where I was sitting on the couch. As he always did, he wound his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I dug my face in the crook of his neck and breathed out a sigh of relief. I automatically felt comfortable, like I could close my eyes and fall asleep. “What’s bothering you? Come on, tell Daddy your problems. Didn’t I tell you two nights ago that I wasn’t letting you go?”

I nodded my head.

“See, then that means we have to be open with one another. There can’t be any secrets between us if we want this to work out…you know,” he continued, taking a pause and then, “Forever’s a long time to be hiding stuff from one another.”

He didn’t need to prod me. With Gabe, I felt safe. Even better, I knew he was going to help me through my problems. That night he told me he was never letting me go, I heard and felt the sincerity in his words and actions. He wasn’t just spouting off bullshit. He was a real man, he’d never do that. That night, for the entire time we were asleep, he held me tightly in his arms and against his chest.

With all these thoughts, I couldn’t control my feelings anymore. The waterworks began, and they became worse when he hugged me even tighter and began stroking my hair.

“It’s j-just…” Fuck this. I wasn’t the prettiest when I was crying. I’d have bloodshot eyes, snot dripping from my nose, and some hair strands wet and sticky from the tears. But my feelings…I fucking couldn’t control them any longer…it didn’t help that Gabe held me with such love and care, as if he was prying the tears out of me. “This week’s…j-just been so, so s-stressful…I-I had a huge fight with my mom.” I wiped my nose with the back of my hand. “I-I don’t want to stay…i-in t-that place anymore, so my friend, Sally, a-and I began looking…f-for apartments t-to move into.”

“Shhh…” he said, still playing with my hair. He sat straighter on the couch, so I could rest my head on his chest, and I loved the feeling. When I told him I didn’t want to get snot on his shirt, he told me to quiet down and that he didn’t care. What was important to him was that I get my feelings out, so that I could feel better.

All I could think about was how lucky I was to have met him. He’d given me a job when I needed one and had taken on me at my sluttiest and most brazen, wanting to lose my virginity, but he’d given me so much more.

Here he was promising the world to me and taking on a huge responsibility. I knew I was a burden to him, but he treated me like he was the luckiest man in the world by having me. I felt like I was the lucky one too when he said, “Stop searching for apartments. I can help your friend, Sally, look for her own, but you’re staying here with me.”