Page 16 of Teach Me Daddy

“Did I please you, Daddy?” Her eyes are hooded with lust and I can smell her arousal.

“Daddy is very pleased. Let me show you.”

My lips claim hers as I lift her up and blindly walk us to the bed. I rip off her panties and remove her lacy bra, before falling onto the mattress on my back and pulling her on top of me. Her large breasts are perfect, the generous handfuls hovering above my face. My tongue flicks over her nipples, savoring them one at a time, while my rock-hard dick glides between her slick pussy lips.

“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, baby? You want Daddy’s big cock to fill up your tight pussy?”

Her tits sway with each heave of her chest. “Yes, Daddy. I need you.” She rises up and I position the head of my cock at her entrance.

“Ride me, little one. Fuck yourself on Daddy’s dick.”

Madison bites her lower lip and her eyes drift closed as she sinks down on my cock. “Oh my God,” she cries out. “That feels so good.” She braces her hands on my chest while she finds her rhythm.

I’m sure the people next door can hear us because my little girl is not being quiet. But I don’t give a damn. I want them to hear her scream. Hear her call my name as I fuck my dick inside her. I can’t resist thrusting up every time she slams down onto me. The sensation is incredible, but the view is even better, and my hands grip her hips as she rides me with her glorious tits bouncing in my face.

It doesn’t take long before she falls over the edge. Her moans are like music to my ears, and then she screams “Daddy” as her muscles tense and pulse around my dick.

My control snaps, and I flip her over onto her back, pounding her into the mattress while she’s still quivering from her orgasm. I bury my face in her neck as I reach my own release, filling her with my hot cum while calling out her name.

“You’re mine, Madison. I’ll never let you go.”

7

MADISON

The Monday after a weekend getaway filled with fun and sex is a real downer.

The school library is quiet, and I’ve been sitting at a table for the past hour, hunched over the textbook for my economics class. I have a test at the end of the week, and I need to make sure I pass. I didn’t study over the weekend because I was out of town with Blake, but I have no regrets. We had the most wonderful time, and it was nice to not have to hide our relationship for a change. We shopped, ate at different restaurants, and probably scandalized the neighboring rooms with our loud sex. It was the best vacation I’ve ever had.

Sitting back in my chair, I stretch my neck, realizing I need to take a break. I rise to my feet, leaving my things at the table, not worried at all about anyone messing with my stuff. The place is practically deserted, and who in their right mind really wants to steal my book or my empty bag? I charge everything to my student ID, which is in my pocket, so I never carry anything valuable anyway. I leave my work area, wandering the library with no real destination in mind. I just need to stretch my legs and get my blood pumping before I fall asleep at the table.

I find my way to the fiction section, lazily scanning the shelves for anything that might pique my interest. But my mind is on dinner, thinking that maybe I should stop by the store to pick up a few things so I can cook for Blake for a change. He’s always so good to me, making sure I have a hot meal every night, even when we aren’t together. Maybe I’ll show him my appreciation with roasted chicken, sautéed asparagus, and herbed potatoes.

For a moment, I worry I shouldn’t eat such a heavy meal, but then I remember what Blake said. All the things he said to me actually. He truly does love my body the way it is. He proved it several times when he kissed every inch of me. But it’s also the way that he looks at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You can’t fake that kind of admiration. Which means I know he’s telling me the truth.

Suddenly, I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of heavy footsteps advancing in my direction. I glance toward the end of the aisle and see a student heading my way. Marcus is a football player, here on an athletic scholarship. I only know that because I was paired up with him last semester for a group project, and he made sure we all knew he had to pass the class because if he lost his ride, the football team would be without their best player.

It was hard not to roll my eyes every time he opened his mouth. He was a tool, but we managed to get a decent grade. I haven’t spoken to him since, and I don’t plan on it now. We have nothing in common and he’s not someone I want to be friends with, no matter how eligible and single my mother reminds me he is.

I move closer to the bookcase so that he can walk by without having to brush his big, muscular body against me. But he doesn’t pass. Instead, he stops at my side, crowding me and leaning an elbow on a shelf above my head.

I frown as I take a step back, not liking his proximity. He smirks at me, and I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be flirtatious, but I don’t find it charming.

“Can I help you, Marcus?”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.” His gaze skims over my body, and I wish that I wasn’t wearing such a short skirt. I chose it because I had Blake’s class today, and it was so hot watching his eyes roam over my exposed skin, seeing him struggle to keep his composure while giving his lecture.

But it doesn’t feel sexy at all when Marcus does the same thing. It makes my skin crawl, and panic starts to rise in my throat.

“I think I’ll just… get back to studying,” I say while pivoting on my heel. But I only make it one step before Marcus’s hand closes around my elbow, yanking me back until I crash into his chest. His arm is like a steel band as he holds me to him, chuckling when I begin to struggle.

“Calm down, baby,” he coos. “We can have a lot of fun up here, hidden away in the stacks.”

“I’m not interested,” I reply, driving my elbow into his ribs. He grunts and loosens his hold just enough for me to step away.

“What’s your problem?” he snaps. “You always act like you’re better than everyone. Do you know how many girls suck my dick up here?” He blocks my path.

“Well, I’m not going to be one of them. Now, let me go.”

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