Chapter Eleven
Rosie
I don’t know what it is about this Daddy thing, but I’m soaking wet.
Professor Wilder tugs my hips closer to his rock-hard cock. “Daddy needs you to follow directions again tonight. Can you do that, little girl? Can you listen to Daddy?”
“Yes!” I gulp down air as I slide off his lap and stare toward him, waiting for my orders.God, I love this.I love knowing he’ll take charge, be rough and wild, all while being gentle with my heart.
“Good girl.” He leans forward and tugs at my clothes, peeling them off my body like a doll he’s meaning to redress. “When you do what Daddy asks, you make him feel important.” His rough palm scratches up the inside of my thigh, over my stomach, and onto my tits. “I want you to feel important too. Do you like it when I worship your body like this?” He drops to his knees and stares up at me. “Answer Daddy, baby girl. Does it make you feel important when I worship you like this?”
My pulse rockets in my ear as my chest squeezes. “Yes,” I manage, squeezing my thighs together as my pussy pulses. “I feel so important, Daddy.”
“Good,” he growls before leaning in, kissing my thighs, my stomach, my seam, before sliding his thick fingers inside of me.
I don’t know how to reconcile what I’m feeling anymore. It’s too grand, too warm, too incredible. It’s like there’s nothing I can say or do that will ever add up to this amazing… whatever I’m trying to feel with him.
His warm mouth suctions over my clit and his tongue flicks slowly at my slit. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
My thighs twitch and ache, squeezing around his face as I dig my fingers into his shoulders for grip. “Oh, Daddy, right there.”
He buries his face further, eating, growling, licking like he’s a starving man.
“Oh, sweet girl, you’re soaking wet for Daddy.” He leans up from my crease and stares at me with that feral look in his eyes that I can’t get enough of. “Daddy loves your little wet pussy, and you taste so good, like you’ve been eating your fruit.”
My voice cracks with a soft sigh as my thighs shake.
He kisses my thighs. “And you’re shaking, little girl. Why are you shaking? Are you ready to come?”
I swallow hard and stare down at the man that teaches my philosophy class. “I don’t know what I need, Daddy.”
He grins slowly and licks my seam before standing again. “I think you need to work yourself on Daddy’s cock. He needs to see those pretty tits bouncing. Can you do that? Can you bounce on Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
I’m pretty sure I’m dripping come at this point.How could I not?
He lays a soft blanket out before the fireplace, then undresses. His hard chest. His rigid cock. His strong, muscular arms.
A moan catches in my throat as I watch him lower to the ground, his ink-covered body glistening in the amber light as he motions me forward. “Come on, baby girl. Bounce on Daddy’s lap.”
My heart is warm, but my body is hotter. My hands in his, I lower myself onto his massive cock slowly, taking him in inch by inch as he groans this guttural, satisfied groan that wakes my belly up and makes me hungry for more.
“You’re soaked and slippery.” He grips my hips as I spread wider and wider for him. “You look so fucking good, baby girl. Those big tits everyone in that fucking class wants… they’re mine.” He reaches up and drags my shirt down, pinching each nipple as I bounce.
“Look at them, jiggling around for me. Those perky, little tits. I can’t wait until your belly is full with my baby and your tits are dripping milk. Are you going to let Daddy taste your milk, sweet girl?”
My clit pulses against his cock with every filthy thing he says.
“Yes, Daddy. My body belongs to you. I’ll do whatever you say.”
He lifts me slightly as I’m bouncing, throwing me off a little before he grips my hips tighter.
“Oh, honey, that’s right. This little body belongs to me.” He thrusts himself up into me, his balls crashing against me as he moves.
“I belong to you, Daddy.” I grind my hips against his hard cock and weave my fingers into the hair on his chest. “I belong to you, and I want you. I want to stay with you. I want to love you.”
“Fuck!” he growls out low and hard. “I want to love you too, sweetheart. Are you going to let Daddy love you?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I bounce harder as he says it again and again.
