Page 23 of Valentine's Day Daddy

“I will.”

Moving slowly and delicately, I slip my cock into her waiting, eager pussy inch by inch. She grimaces as I push myself forward. She’s so fucking tight and wet and it feels so good I’m almost ready to explode by the time my cock is fully sheathed inside of her. With my prick buried to the hilt, she gasps and we both give it a minute, letting her get used to having me so deep in her. She plants her hands on the table, her hair hanging over her face, her breath ragged. I feel my cock twitch and close my eyes, doing my best to pull back and keep myself from coming so quickly.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “You feel amazing.”

She turns her head and looks over her shoulder at me again. “Fuck me, Ezra. I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t hold back.”

I drive my cock into her with all the force I can muster and keep pounding at her from behind. The sound of our bodies slapping together and her whimpers of pleasure fan the flames within me, driving me on.

“Yes, daddy,” she cries out. “Fuck me, daddy.”

I lose my rhythm and pause as her words echo in my ears, taking a beat to process what she’d just said. Ashton looks at me, her eyes wide, a stricken look on her face.

“I—I’m sorry,” she gasps, looking mortified. “I don’t know why I said that. I was just caught up and it just sort of came out.”

Something about her words though, seemed to unlock something within me. Some hidden door I’ve never been aware of until this moment and when it opens, it reveals a completely new side of me. It uncovers thoughts and feelings—desires—I’ve always suspected were there in the background, but never knew for certain. But Ashton obviously held the key.

“I’m sorry, Ezra—”

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“Call me daddy again.”

The mortification melted away from her face and was replaced by a salacious smile and lustful gleam in her eye. She bites her bottom lip, a sultry smile on her lips.

“Fuck me, daddy. I need it,” she says, her voice thick. “Give it to me, daddy.”

I close my eyes, letting her words wash over me, feeling my cock grow impossibly hard. Hearing those words falling from her mouth turn the fires of lust burning within me into an inferno. Reaching up, I grab a fistful of her thick, red hair and yank her head back, gripping her hip with my other, digging my fingers hard into her flesh. I roll my hips, thrusting my staff into her as hard as I can. Ashton winces but leans forward, pressing her forehead against the smooth, cool surface of the table. I let loose and start pounding her from behind, the steadyslap-slap-slapof our bodies crashing together and filling the room around us.

Ashton pushes herself backward, taking me even deeper into her pussy. Her moans blend with mine, creating an erotic music that rings in my ears. Being inside of her is everything I’d hoped for and then some. Her cunt is velvety smooth, hotter than a campfire, and wetter than a river. She’s tight as fuck but she’s so slick, I’m able to move in and out of her with ease. I reach forward and wrap a hand around her throat from behind, squeezing it nice and tight.

“Yes, baby. God, yes,” she gasps.

I drive my cock into her, my lust for her pushing me toward the brink. I look up and somehow, for the first time, notice the tall office buildings all around Ashton’s condo. Even that at that time of night, there are dozens of lit windows, making me sure that we’re giving whoever happens to be working late quite the show. I don’t care though. The feeling of my cock sliding along the slick inner walls of her cunt feels too fucking good to stop.

Ashton is my little girl. I want to take care of her. Protect her and keep her safe. I want to possess her and give myself over to her. I’ve never felt this need to take care of somebody the way I want to take care of Ashton but I find I want that more than anything. More than anything I’ve ever wanted, and it just feels… right. Natural. Ashton is my little girl, and I don’t care who watches me fuck her. Use her. Own her. I want everybody to see that she’s mine.

“Fuck yes, daddy. Keep fucking me,” she moans. “Just like that, daddy. Keep fucking me.”

Ashton yelps as I give her ass a firm smack and keep rolling my hips, powering my dick into her slick little hole. Ashton’s breathy moans and suddenly filthy mouth are like some sort of carnal crack to me because I can’t get enough of hearing them. My cock is swelling and I’m on the verge but I can’t pull back and I can’t stop myself. As if she feels me getting ready to come, Ashton tightens her grip on my dick and pushes herself against me, taking my staff even deeper.

“Come for me,” she gasps. “I want you to come inside of me, daddy. Fill me up.”

Her body is so supple and so smooth, her every movement seemingly designed to arouse me. To taunt me. To make me come for her. I grit my teeth, doing my best to hold back but can’t stop the flood. I throw my head back and let out a roar as my cock pulses and then erupts. Ashton gasps loudly as I flood her with my seed. Her face flushes, her body grows rigid, and as I keep pumping my thick, warm cum into her, she cries out as another orgasm comes crashing down over her. Ashton trembles wildly, her cunt throbbing around me, milking every drop of cum out of me.

My breathing ragged and my voice thick, I lean forward and put a hand down on either side of her, bracing myself. Ashton turns her head and looks at me, one cheek pressed to the table, the other one shining bright, a wide smile on her face. Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on the back of her shoulder.

“That was… amazing,” she says.

I nod. “That was."

“Why did I wait so long?” she asks.

“That’s an excellent question.”

“Let’s take a shower.”

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