Page 11 of V-Day Daddy Stalker

“I like hearing you beg.” I stand in the water, and she falls down my body, her feet landing on the floor of the pool.

“Where are you going?”

I take her hand in mine. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in a pool. I need to get that pussy ready to take my thick cock, and I can’t do that in a pool.” I move her closer to the shallow end of the pool.

Once we’re out of the pool, I grab a towel. I dry her off, starting with her long, beautiful hair. I run the towel over her shoulders, down her torso, and then over her hips. I keep towel drying her as her eyes lock with mine.

“I like taking care of my little girl.” My dick’s so hard it’s almost painful.

“I like it too.” She widens her stance so I can dry her off everywhere.

“Are you my little girl?” I ask her, holding my breath for her response.

She nods again, biting her lower lip. A move I’m beginning to love. “Yes,” she says, giggling softly.

As I continue to towel dry her, I kneel in front of her, lowering her bikini bottoms as I do. “I need to taste my little girl.” I move her over to the patio lounger, and sit her down. “Now lay back and let Daddy feast on you.”

She glances at me, her big questioning eyes shining in the sunlight. “Daddy?”

“Every little girl needs a Daddy, right?”

She nods slowly. “I guess?” she phrases it like a question.

“Not a real daddy, Sienna. But a man to take care of you. To look after you.”

She blinks at me, and then gives me a breathtaking smile. “I like that, Daddy.”

And this is the moment I know I’ve fallen for her. Hearing her call me that makes me the happiest man in the world. It’s like I’ve been given a new outlook on life, and I know what my life’s mission is… to make this woman the happiest woman on the planet for the rest of my life.

I sit on the lounger with her, moving to the area between her legs as she lays back. I spread her legs before me, her pussy glistening in the sun’s rays. “Fucking stunning,” I whisper before lowering my mouth to cover her mound. I flick my tongue over her clit, and she nearly bucks off the chair.

My body grows with desire as I breathe in her sweet scent. I continue my assault on her pussy, my tongue dragging through her wetness. I use my fingers and tongue in tandem, making her even wetter. She bucks against me, and I fling her legs over my shoulders.

“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her, wanting her to know that I’ll never not want to do this. That her scent has become my lifeline. That this is where I belong now.

She keeps pushing her body against me, her pussy smothering my face, and I fucking love it. I adore her. I keep eating this pussy out like it owns me.

She bucks and thrusts, her body going wild beneath me. “I’m so close,” she calls out, and I press the pad of my thumb against her clit as I fuck her with my tongue. “I’m coming.”

She tenses, and then releases and I watch every fucking second of it, like I’m in a trance.

“You’re such a good girl,” I tell her, glancing up at her as her legs fall off my shoulders. “I want to fuck you right here and now, but I think I’d rather deflower you in your bedroom.” I sit up, taking her hand in mine. “The bed you used to think about me in.”

She stands, a smile hitting her lips, making her face light up like a firecracker. “Okay,” she pulls me inside, and I follow her.

7

Sienna

Oh wow. I can’t believe this is happening. I know I’ve always dreamed of Dane taking my virginity, but now that it’s really happening, I can’t think straight. I can’t stop beaming.

He must think I’m crazy. Like a complete lunatic as I gaze at him with a big smile. When he first told me he wanted to be my Daddy, I nearly cringed, but the more I thought about it. The more I realized I wanted this older man to take care of me, I loved the idea. And the spark of desire his eyes get every time I call him that turns me on deep down in my core.

I lead him into my bedroom and shut the door. “I don’t think you’ve ever been in here before, huh?”

He shakes his head from side to side, almost predatory as his eyes gleam. “No,” he breathes out, like the word causes him pain. “Never,” he chokes out. But I’ve been thinking about it since last night.

I want to tell him I’ve been thinking about him for years. Since my sixteenth birthday, but I keep it quiet. No need telling himthat. I walk closer toward my bed, where last night I laid there, touching myself to thoughts of him.

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