Page 27 of Submitting to Daddy
Sticky from age and neglect, the lock of my apartment door is stubborn as hell when I try to open it. I fight with the key—cursing it under my breath—wrestling with the lock until it finally clicks. “Got it!” I spin around victoriously to find my face flush with Cillian’s chest. Looking up, I’m met with his gorgeous hazel eyes staring down at me. Heavy with heat, they bore through me.
“You asked to come home,” he murmurs, his voice deep and rough, “and I complied. But I can’t bring myself to leave you.” The air thickening around us, I push up onto my toes and meet his lips. The hunger that has been simmering between us all morning pours into it. Nothing about it is gentle. It is urgent and demanding—absolutely fucking all-consuming.
My pulse hammering, I clutch the front of his shirt with one hand and fumble for the doorknob behind me with the other. Breaking our kiss, I pull back, a smirk tugging at my lips as I drag him into the apartment. “Then don’t.”
Wrapping his arms around me, a devilish grin spreads across his face as he lifts me just enough to carry me inside before kicking the door shut behind us. Our clothes don’t stand a chance. We tear them from each other like rabid animals, fabric dropping in heaps as we kiss our way deeper into my one-room studio.
I circle my hands around Cillian’s shaft, and his breath sputters when I drag my fist up his length. “I want to suck your cock. Can I, Daddy?” I ask huskily as I kiss along his jaw.
“Get on your knees,” he commands, his tone suddenly dark. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are.”
Without hesitation, I drop to my knees. I place a wet kiss against the soft skin of his tip before flicking it with my tongue. I stare up at him, dusting the thick head against my parted lips and slowly shaking my head. “But I’m not a good girl.” I take him into my mouth—tasting his salt and musk—as I quickly swallow every girthy inch to the base. A guttural moan rattles from him, making my pussy ache.
I take my time, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I ease my mouth up to his tip before slowly swallowing him back down my throat, teasing him the same way he tortured me last night. “You aren’t a good girl at all,” he groans, his fingers tangling in the hair at the back of my head and guiding me over his length. Fisting my locks, he takes control and leisurely bobs my mouth over his cock.
“Spread your legs for me,” he whispers the gravelly command. “Touch that pretty little pussy while you let me fuck yourmouth. I want you moaning with my cock in your throat as you make yourself so wet for me that you’re dripping.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I mumble the words around his cock. Doing exactly as he instructed, I spread my knees and press my hand between my thighs. I slide my fingers between my slick slit and rub teasingly slow circles around my clit.
“Breathe,” he instructs, and I suck in a deep breath seconds before his hips jerk forward, roughly burying himself in my throat. My eyes well with tears, and spittle runs down my chin as I work myself to the edge, struggling to draw in air. “This smart fucking mouth of yours feels so good.” Cillian grits his praise between deep thrusts.
Beaming at me with pride, he slows his pace. I swallow him down—my eyes locked on his—as he dusts his free hand along the side of my face. “Rub that clit, firecracker,” he murmurs. “I want you wet and ready for me. The moment I pull out of this pretty mouth, I’m going to lap up every drop of you until you’re screaming my name.”
His touch is fire, and his words are gasoline. Moaning around him, my slick fingers rub over my clit hungrily as I stare up at him with lust-hooded eyes. I’m mere swipes away from coming when Cillian slowly pulls himself out of my mouth—a string of saliva running from my lower lip to his cock. Without a second of hesitation, he hoists me up and carries me a few feet to the kitchen.
My ass hits the icy countertop with a thud, but he doesn’t give me a chance to react. Before I can suck in a breath and exhale a gasp, he has me splayed across the cool surface and is burying his face between my thighs. “Fuck… I love your sweet pussy,” he moans and groans against me—the vibrations over my clit causing me to claw at the hard surface beneath me.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and firmly massages it with his tongue. I come fast, breathlessly crying out, “Yes… Fuck… Oh, God…”
Abruptly standing—his beard stained dark with my arousal—he grips my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slams into me with a growl. “God isn’t making you come, firecracker. Daddy is.” He pulls out slowly and roughly plows into me again. “You scream for Daddy”—he repeats the savage motion—“and I’m going to fuck your tight pussy until you get it right.”
He drives into me with fast, feral thrusts, each so punishingly demanding that I come for him again. Pulling me up to his chest, his arousal-dampened beard drags against my skin as he sloppily kisses my neck. Teetering at the brink, he sinks his teeth into the crook of my neck, and the sudden burst of pain throws me over the edge. “Da… Daddy!” I scream, my thighs quivering as I fall apart in his arms.
Still buried deep inside me, he pulls me from the counter. He palms my ass as I wrap my arms and legs around him, sliding up and down his thick length. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”
I work with him, flexing my hips as he moves me. “You’re so big and stretching me so tight.”
“But look at you,” he pants, his voice thick with lust and praise. “Taking every last inch of Daddy’s cock so well.”
We move through the apartment, desperate and needy. Every surface becomes our playground: the counter, the wall, my tiny loveseat overlooking the city. My skin tingles everywhere he touches, his hands rough and claiming. His breath is hot against my neck, as he commands and praises in equalmeasure. I come for him again and again, until I’m soaked with sweat and every muscle in my body aches.
Lifting us both from the loveseat, he carries me toward the bed. “You’re mine. Every inch of you.”
“I’m yours, Daddy.” The words escape my mouth and pass over my lips without thought.
His…
The way he talks to me—like I’m his and only his—flutters in my pussy… And my heart.And apparently turns off my already malfunctioning brain.
It ignites something in him, something feral. His gaze narrows, and his soft, golden eyes suddenly burn with fire. He takes me to the floor and quickly slides back inside. Cillian drives into me hard and deep, every thrust more brutal than the last. Each of them claiming my offering—claimingme. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he takes me unrelentingly hard.
We move together, wrapped in sweat and each other. My face buried in his neck, I moan against his skin. When I come, it crashes through me violently, like something ripped loose from the inside out. Vulnerability. I didn’t just let Cillian fuck me. I gave myself to him.
“Such. A. Good. Fucking. Girl. For. Me.” He grits each word between thrusts, his face contorted with the agony of a man on the edge. Slamming into me—hips sputtering and jaw clenched—he spills his release into me as a guttural roar rattles from deep in his lungs. His chest heaving, he exhales, “Mygood fucking girl.”
Collapsed on the floor in a heap, we’re a tangled mess of limbs, the world falling away until there is only us in this moment.Rolling onto my side, I fold my forearms across his chest and plant my chin on them. Glancing to our left, a small chuckle escapes me when I see the pristinely made bed. “Guess we didn’t quite make it, huh?”
He smirks, brushing damp hair from my face with a possessive tenderness. “It’s still early, firecracker.” His voice is dark and certain. “And I’m not leaving until I claim you there too.”
