Page 7 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

“You can fuck my virgin pussy with your cock,” I shout when he begins to lift off me the rest of the way, not about to let this stop right now. It might be insane, but I can’t begin to stop this. I’ve wanted him since I saw him and I’m not about to let him change his mind before I get a taste of him.

“Damn right I can,” he growls, his lips slamming onto mine, before a white-hot searing pain floods my channel as he thrusts into me. My body bows upward, and Johnnie’s arms wrap fully around me, holding me to him as he soothes kisses all over my face. The sweetness of them is so different from the way he just claimed me, and I let out a new whine as my pussy flutters around his thickness, wanting more—needing more.

“Johnnie, please…”

“You ready for me, little bird? You ready to get this tight little pussy fucked hard?” he asks, making me shiver. Every dirty word he utters makes me wetter and I know I shouldn’t enjoy it. I should smack him for the things he’s said to me, but instead, my pussy clamps down around him, wanting everything he just said.

“Please,” I moan, trying to shift underneath him to get the contact I need. His hips hold me down though, and I can barely lift them off the bed with his strong body holding mine down.

“Tell me your pussy’s ready to be fucked, little bird. I won’t be able to stop once I start but I don’t want you hurt,” he states, his body tense above me, and I slip my hands along his shoulders, up to his neck, straining as much as I can to press into his incredible body.

“Fuck me, please Johnnie. I need it, need you, somuch…” My words trail off in a shout as his hips move, his cock pistoning in and out of me, pulling me higher and higher until everything inside me shatters, sending me blind.

“Carly!” he shouts near my ear, his hands holding me tight as I come for the third time with him inside me. He gives a loud grunt, his cock slamming into me, and he goes rigid, his hands tightening on me, until the last of my orgasm falls, leaving me a quivering mess.

Every bit of me is shaking as he turns us, draping me over his chest, his hands holding me tight to him, and I can’t keep my eyes open one more second.

“Rest little bird, you’re safe in my cage,” Johnnie whispers into my ear, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple, and everything fades as warmth surrounds me.

Early morning sun streams through the curtains as I come half awake, my legs tangled in something and as I try to move, free them from the sheets, heat sears along my back, and a hand slips down my belly, cupping my mound pulling a whimper from my throat. Memory of last night floods me instantly as fingers tease my clit, making me insanely wet, as another hand plucks at my nipple, pulling and pinching it, making my hips buck.

“Morning little bird,” Johnnie’s deep voice whispers against my ear and I want to roll over to look at him, ensure that he’s looking at me the same way this morning as he did last night. I don’t think I could handle it if last night was a one off—or last night and this morning, I amend as Johnnie’s fingers slide lower, a pleased grunt sounding against my ear as he plunges them through my wetness and into my pussy.

There’s a slight tinge of an ache but nowhere near painful, especially not when his thick fingers are rubbing right against my g-spot, making me clench around him almost immediately. Johnnie’s lips land on my neck, just below my ear, and I press back against him as he suckles there, building heat throughout my entire body.

“Johnnie…please,” I cry as his fingers slow their speed, pulling out of me.

“Open up,” he tells me, his fingers teasing my mouth, and I can’t help but moan as I taste myself, my arousal on them, licking each of them clean while his cock slides through the wetness between my legs. “Now open that tight little pussy for me to have you again, baby.”

“Johnnie!” His name is nothing but a scream of bliss as he lifts my leg higher, pulling my ass further into him and the head of his cock spears my opening. He thrusts in sending my pussy fluttering in waves as he plunges in again and again, his hand teasing my nipples, while his other wraps around my throat, this thumb caressing the wildly pounding pulse there.

“I wasn’t going to take you again first thing this morning.” Johnnie’s words make my heart tighten, a blip of worry building inside me. “I knew you’d be sore after I fucked you three times last night, after making you take every inch of me, but shit, little bird. I could smell it, smell that sweet little pussy, and I had to have it—you again.”

“Fuck!” The word tumbles out as his teeth nip on my earlobe, his cock hitting straight against my g-spot, and I tumble over the edge straight into bliss.

My body quakes as Johnnie lets out a grunt, his hands tightening on me—even the one on my throat but it doesn’t frighten me, doesn’t worry me. Not even when it cuts off the tiniest bit of my breathing. Instead, between it and the hard pinch to my nipple, it sends me right back over the edge I’d barely gotten back down to, as Johnnie’s cock pulses inside me, finding his pleasure peak as well.

My breathing evens out, my eyes shut, and I fall back to sleep in his arms, snuggling into his hands that are still holding me tight. One still on my neck, while the other slides down to cup my pussy, putting a smile on my lips.

The next time I wake, the morning sun is higher in the sky, but I’m alone in the massive bed. My eyes slip around the room but it’s empty as well and I slide out of the bed, feeling a few more aches than I did last night when I slipped out of bed to use the bathroom.

I move back that way, but my feet stop when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My tamed waves from last night are a wild mess after our shower. The makeup I was wearing is gone beyond the odd traces of smeared mascara here and there, and I can’t believe that Johnnie actually said I was beautiful last night seeing me now.

Granted my hair was still wet so it didn’t look like this mess, but the makeup couldn’t have been much better—not when it had to be smeared more than it is now as I took his long, thick meat down my throat. It made my eyes tear up as I gagged a bit on his length when it hit the back of my throat, so I can’t imagine how he could think I was beautiful while on my knees, with mascara running down my cheeks.

I do my best to clean up the mess of my face, wetting my hair a bit to twist the strands back into something beyond a hot mess. There’s not much I can do to make it any better right now, and I ignore the little marks all over my body. The ones on my breasts I saw in the mirror made my belly pull with hunger, wanting Johnnie’s mouth back on them, giving me the same pleasure, he did last night to leave them.

I find my skirt on the floor and groan softly seeing the tear in it as I slip back into it. The once decent slit is now definitely on the indecent side. Rather than stop on the thigh, it reaches nearly to the waist, and I know there’s no way to leave here wearing this. I shimmy it back off, then grab up a t-shirt from Johnnie’s tv stand where a stack of them randomly are, making me wonder if he does his own laundry and just didn’t put it away, or why the shirts were just there.

The tangent thoughts slip away nearly as fast as they hit, when the shirt flutters against my legs, making my belly warm with a smile. I’m not surprised in the least that it goes down to mid-thigh despite my curves. His huge shoulders wouldn’t fit in a men’s medium I’m sure, even if his waist and abs had me drooling, kissing every last one of them last night.

My stomach tightens, my belly pulling deeper, and I force myself from the room, heading towards the noise I hear downstairs, hoping he doesn’t want me to leave instantly. The smell of bacon makes my belly rumble with hunger before I reach the bottom of the steps. We didn’t get around to eating last night, so I’m desperately hoping that’s for us.

“Morning again, little bird,” Johnnie says as I pause at the bottom of the stairs, his smile making me relax my worry. “I’d hoped to get this ready before you woke. Feed you your breakfast while I feasted on mine,” he added, his eyes twinkling as they slide down my body, resting a bit longer on my thighs, putting color in my cheeks.

“I…I wasn’t sure…”

Johnnie moves away from the stove, flipping off the burners, and heads straight for me. The second his arms wrap around me, lifting me, the worry fades entirely, and my hunger returns intensely. His lips claim mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless as he moves us over to the kitchen counter, depositing me on it as he ends the kiss.

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