Page 10 of Fake Daddy

“They are?” The nerves impact my speaking.

“Yeah. In fact, both are eager to spend some time with you. Turns out they miss having a big sister.” He grimaces at the comment, which makes me laugh.

“Could you imagine them calling me that when we’re out?”

He sobers up and pales slightly before laughing along.

We sit in companionable silence as the sun slowly sets and a herd of Buffalo wanders into the field we’re parked in front of. “This is nice,” I say, glancing over to find his eyes on me. I swear I can feel him undressing me.

“It’s beautiful.” His tone is low, like a caress, making me shiver. “You done?” He gestures at the food we mostly ate.

After grabbing one of the waters, I nod, and he shoves the basket to the foot of the truck bed before grabbing my hip, dragging me into his body, and lowering us down so we lie face to face.

“What are we doing?” I ask. I’m not a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of girl, but I don’t know how to tell him that.

“Anything we want,” he responds. “That’s the glory of being an adult.” The warmth of his breath on my throat as he nuzzles against me is erotic in a way I haven’t experienced.

Releasing a short exhale, I try again. “I realize that. It’s just that I’ve never done this before. A one-night stand, I mean.” Because what else could he possibly want with me?

Drawing back, Cort’s gaze hardens, and I worry I’ve said the wrong thing. No, I know I have, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“Is that what you think this is?” My gaze lowers when I lift my shoulder in a shrug. “Look at me, baby.” Slowly, I glance up through my lashes. “I don’t do one-night stands. I don’t do fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. I don’t do anything without thoroughly planning and figuring out what the fuck I want.” Rolling on top of me, Cort settles between my thighs, elbows resting on either side of my ears as he stares down at me.

“What do you do, then?” I whisper as the spring breeze kicks up a cool chill.

“You, Darling. I do you. And right now, the only thing I can think about, the only thing I want, is to claim you.” He thrusts his hips, allowing me to feel his full, rigid length.

“How do you claim me?” I play dumb now because I find that a worked-up Cort is a passion-filled man I want to experience.

“With my dick buried deep inside your cunt until you’re screaming for Daddy to fuck you harder. To fucking breed you.”

My heart pounds, and my eyes blur with this haze of need I have for him.

“You can do that.” He doesn’t need my approval, but I get the feeling it’ll go a long way to show him that I accept this feral part of him.

“I know I can.” He bites my cheek, pinching it before letting go. “And I’m going to; I just need you to spread your legs and let me fuck until my dick can’t stay hard anymore.”

My eyes widen at the imagery, and I get the feeling I might not be going home tonight. My father likely won’t approve, but my body will, and that’s all that matters, right?

CHAPTER 6

Cort

I’m an animal as I strip her down–tearing the seams on her shorts, ripping her panties off, and tossing her shirt into the field. Yet, I can’t stop. I need inside this woman more than I need air.

“Spread your legs,” I demand, pulling my shirt over my head. “Fucking spread ‘em,” I growl, grabbing her knees when she isn’t fast enough.

Fuck me. I am on fire, and I can’t control myself.

Darling’s whimper slows me down as my hands caress the insides of her thighs, showcasing her perfect pussy in the waning sunlight. Her glistening lips beg for a good tongue lashing.

“Fucking bare,” I grunt, my cock straining in my pants. “Why the fuck are you bare when you don’t have a man?” The thought of her shaving for anyone but me makes me see red.

“I’ve been waxing since I was twenty. I enjoy the feel of it when I touch myself.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. No sense in holding back now. “Will you take your clothes off now, Daddy?” Her fingertips graze mine, where I hold her wide open. “Please?” she pouts, jutting out her bottom lip, and all I can think about is seeing those lips dripping with my cum.

With one last glimpse at her pussy, I slap it lightly, causing her to arch upwards.

Jumping out of the truck bed, I tug off my boots before hurriedly shedding my jeans and rejoining her. Her eyes immediately catch sight of my leaking cock. She looks terrified, and I don’t blame her one bit. The bastard is big. Thick all the way around and longer than most. On more than one occasion, I’ve broken a few pussies, and with as small as she is, I know I’ll do the same to her, but it won’t stop me from claiming paradise.

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