My hand rose and fell, smacking against her pale ass cheek. She gasped and I grunted. My eyes glued to how her flesh jiggled and my hand print slowly started to bloom to life. I spanked her again and again. One cheek then the other and back again. Until her ass cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.
“Daddy!” she whined.
“You needed a lesson, my little brat. My thief.”
“I didn’t steal any?—“
“You did,” I grunted, reaching into the back pocket of my jeans. Her eyes darkened as she realized what I was doing.
Ripping the foil packet with my teeth, I pulled the condom out and shuffled my fucking boxer briefs down my thighs before rolling the rubber down the length of my cock. The next moment, I lined myself up against her and knew it would be easy to sink balls deep inside of her. But I was big and she was tight. I didn’t want to hurt her. I just needed to find the patience to take this slow.
“Please,” she called out, “teach me, Daddy. Show me how to be good.” So much for holding back. Her dirty words spurred me on. Without hesitation, I thrust inside of her, letting her take my entire eight inches in one long thrust. My knees almost buckled with how fucking tight she was. My girl’s little snatch was tight and wet and so fucking perfect for me.
“Fuck,” I spat. Sweat started to form at my hairline and the back of my neck. “Yes.” My mouth found her neck and bathed it in attention using my tongue and mouth. I loved the way her pussy clenched when I scraped my teeth against her pulse point.
“You’re tight, little girl.”
“It’s been a long time. Never… never someone as… big.” Her words broke with her moans.
“So fucking wet.”
“For you. All for you.”
“Fuck. Yeah,” I growled, thrusting in and out. My hips pistoned back and forth reaching around her to rub her clit.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she whined. “So close, Daddy. I think… I think I’m about to?—“
“Just like that. Give it to me,” I encouraged. “Soak my cock with your girl cum, spitfire.”
“Can I?” she whimpered. “Can I come?” she cried out, her hips matching each of my thrusts.
“Look at daddy’s brat, asking so nicely.” I grinned, wiping at my brow. “I might be teaching you a lesson, but no matter what, you always come first,” I grunted, enunciating each and every word.
“Dad-Daddy!” she cried out. Marty threw her head back, and her pussy, Jesus Christ, her tight-as-hell pussy milked my dick, rippling her sweet tightness around me and pulling me deeper into her body. I had no choice but to fucking let go. One, two, four pumps, and I came. Hard. My release shot out into the fucking barrier of the condom that separated us. Filling the rubber with ribbon after ribbon of my seed until I fell forward, covering her back with my still-clothed front.
“Daddy,” she panted, and I dipped my head into the crook of her neck.
“You ready to admit you stole from me?”
“From you?” she asked softly as her hooded brown eyes locked with mine.
“Time to fess up, sweetheart,” I drawled the moment I stood and turned her around, not bothering with tucking my cock back into my pants. Instead, I lifted Marty up and sat her on my lap as I took a seat in the booth we’d just fucked in front of.
10MARTY
Griffin’s touch felt like a brand on my skin. Firm. Hot. Solid. Filled with a confident ownership I was crazy enough to let him attempt.
“Time to fess up, sweetheart,” he repeated once he had me where he wanted me.
“But I didn’t?—“
“My heart,” he cut me off, and mine started to skip a beat.
“What?”
“You’re fucking good, I’ll tell you that. Best little heart thief I’ve ever met in my damn life.”
“What?” I asked again, confused. Or not really confused, just… taken aback. Men, in my experience, didn’t lay their cards on the table like this. They played them close to the chest, but Griffin wasn’t.Because he’s different,my heart shouted at me, and I was finally listening.
