Page 12 of His Revenge
I stare at him.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“You’re not wearing panties, sweetheart,” he rasps.“Is that something that bad girls do?”
I gasp because in the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten that I left my panties at home this morning.
“I got dressed this morning, and the material of my skirt is thin,” I murmur as my cheeks flush red.“I shop at Forever21, a cheap teen store, because I can’t afford better, and the stuff there is all poor quality and disposable.So my panties left lines beneath my skirt and I didn’t want to appear unprofessional.So yes, Daddy,” I whisper with embarrassment.“I didn’t wear panties this morning.”
Brad stares at me, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.But then, his finger traces over my pussy lips again and I let out a throaty moan as tingles run through my cunt.Oh my god, this feels so good!The older man groans, watching my reaction, and gently shifts his hand so that he’s stroking the underside of my clit, teasing the button as hot jolts of sensation ripple through my curves.
“Daddy!”I cry out, grasping his shoulders.“Oh, that feels good!”
Brad grins as he stares down at my flushed, delicate features.
“It does, doesn’t it?You have a horny pussy, sweetheart, one that needs to be taken care of by a big, bad daddy.What do you say, Minnie?Do you want Daddy to take care of your horny little pussy for you?”
I stare at him, hardly able to believe the words I’m hearing.Yet they turn me on as I begin to quake in his lap.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant, my breathing labored as he strokes me again and again.“Yes, please take care of me.I need it ...I need you...oh Dadddddyyy!”I wail as my head falls back.Stars burst before my eyes as a powerful climax overtakes my form, my nipples hard and stiff as Brad rubs my clit.
“Yes,” he rasps, drinking it in as I come apart in his lap.“That’s Daddy’s slutty little girl.So responsive.So needy.So fucking wet.”
I can’t hear him because I’ve never had an orgasm at the hands of a man before.I grip his shoulders tight, unable to process anything except the knowing masculine touch on my sensitive parts.My pussy flows and gushes, clamping with excitement, and yet something’s missing.The convulsions are powerful and my back arches a bit, hot jolts of sheer pleasure making me cry out again and again.
“Brad!”I mewl, almost sobbing with desperation.“Oh oh oh!”
But the billionaire knows what I need.He gently inserts a finger into my convulsing cunt and immediately, the swollen folds grasp his digit, spasming along the thick length.
“Fuck,” he groans.“You feel so good, baby.But I know you need more.This slutty little pussy isn’t going to be able to function with just a little rub and tug.You crave it deep, don’t you?Your hungry cunt craves the hard, filthy fucks that only Daddy can provide.”
Then, Brad kisses me again, his words and actions depraved, and yet oh-so-sexy.Oh my god, is he right?Do I actually crave the possession of this powerful alpha male, with his hardness buried in my wet, swollen folds?Do I need his cock, the way he claims I do?As I mewl again in his arms, my curves tingle and flush, and suddenly, I know the answer deep inside ...and it’s YES.
5
Brad
Shit, I’m such a fucked up asshole.I stare at the drink on the bar, but don’t see the amber liquid.In fact, I don’t see anyone or anything inside Bemelmans because I’m deep in my own thoughts, reviewing what happened in my office last week.Minnie was innocent, sexy, and irresistible as fuck.Her wet little pussy came apart on my hand and goddamn, but when she was squeezing my fingers with her cunt, the convulsions were so powerful I thought she’d break my digits.Immediately, I knew I was going to soak my dick in that tiny twat, stepdaughter or not.
But surprisingly, I haven’t consummated my relationship with Minnie yet.It’s not because I don’t want to, but rather, a plan has begun to hatch in my mind.I’ve called my friend Scott to join me, just to bounce the idea off him.I’m not necessarily going to take the asshole’s advice, but it’s always good to get a second opinion before proceeding on a path of total destruction.
At that moment, someone pounds on my left shoulder.
“Yo bro,” Scottie greets.“What up?Why the long face?”
He seats himself on a bar stool, gesturing to the bartender, who immediately steps forward.
“Can I help you, sir?”
My friend contemplates for a moment.
“You got a house red?”
The man inclines his head, his black and white outfit immaculate.
“Certainly.I’ll get that for you immediately.”
Then, the bartender moves away as I raise an eyebrow at my friend.
