Page 9 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

I stop her with a kiss, pushing my hand back into her hair, bringing her back down onto my lap when she melts into it, into me. Her eyes are heavy with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses, and she looks like a wet dream with her nipples tight against my shirt. “If you think I’m letting you walk out of here to take some fucking pill that keeps me from breeding your still teenage pussy, you’re going to be very disappointed, little bird. Shit baby, knowing I could breed you this weekend…well, that has me wanting one thing and one thing only right now.”

“What?” Carly gasps, her eyes wide once more, her jaw lax.

“You coming on my dick over and over all weekend,” I state, sliding her over my shoulder as I stand, moving us back upstairs and into the bedroom. I discard the shirt she’s wearing with ease, kissing her still shocked lips, as I kick off my jeans before sitting down on the end of the bed, pulling her onto my dripping cock.

Her pussy is a sweet, wet warmth surrounding me, and I stop her protest in her throat as I guide her up and down my dick, my hands digging into her rounded ass, lifting her until she starts to move with me.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my dick with that hot little pussy of yours, it’s just begging for me to fill you up, to breed you.”

“Johnnie!” she shouts, coming on my cock, and I don’t bother holding back. Oh no, I’m going to fuck my baby into her, tie her ass to me entirely so she can never leave me.

One round turns to two, then three and I drop onto her, feeling her body shaking as she gasps in breaths. My semi-hard cock slips out of her, and I let out a groan, pulling back as I push her legs open, seeing my cum dripping out of her. A growl rumbles up my chest and I slide my cock along her slit, gathering up all the dripping mess and slide back inside her.

“Johnnie you…we…” Carly’s eyes lock onto mine, a little gasp falling when she sees the look in them as I keep her tight on my cock. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know everything I need to know about you right now, little bird. I know, I’m going to fill you up until you belong to me in every way. Your brain might be telling you no right now, but your pussy is begging for it,” I tease, as her muscles tighten around me. “It wants to be bred, to be fille with all the yummy batter it can be to bake me something incredible.”

“Oh god,” she moans, her hips shifting, and it shouldn’t happen, but my cock starts hardening, until I’m stretching her wide once more.

I lift my hips with small movements, staying inside her, drawing it out as I rub her clit, bringing her higher and higher, until she’s coming with little orgasms over and over. Her little whines and cries when I slow or stop puts a smile on my lips and I stretch it out further, drawing her to the edge once more after a half dozen little orgasms have tried to make me come.

“Johnnie, please…please, oh god, please,” she cries, her nail digging into my forearms as she reaches down for me.

“What do you want, little bird?” I ask, hovering my face over hers, barely touching her lips with mine as I speak.

“You, I want you to come with me,” she begs, her hips bucking my hold.

“Where do you want me to come?” I tease, needing the words from her as well.

“Inside me, please…oh fuck,yes!” she shouts as I give her clit a pinch, sending her over in wild waves, that pull me over with her. I milk it as she milks my cock, gathering her to me when her eyes shut, the cutest fucking snore coming from her.

My hand slides to her belly, a smile on my lips as I watch her sleep until her phone pings with another message. It makes her eyes twitch and I reach down, grabbing it up to silence it. The new message is from “Father” and my jaw tightens at how fucking formal that sounds. I mean shit, none of us call our dad our father in any situation—he’s our dad.

I swipe up on the phone, using the pin to unlock it. I should probably feel bad about doing it, about watching Carly enter it earlier when the Face-ID wouldn’t unlock it, and memorizing it, but fuck…numbers are my thing, and a four-digit code is easy to remember.

I move into her message app and the list of them from her “Father” makes my jaw clench. Not a single one of them asks if she’s okay, where she is, or who’s with her. They only ask why she didn’t show up last night and tell her that she better be home soon to fix the mess she’s made. I scroll up to previous messages, and and see that none of them hold any warmth, most of them are demanding something from Carly or ripping into her about something she seemed to not do, and it pisses me off.

Now I get why he’s labeled as “Father” and not dad. My baby didn’t have a dad, she had a jackass father that didn’t deserve my girl.

It makes me want to wrap her up in my arms even tighter, protect her even more than last night when she was upset about what that fucking club really was. No way in hell would Dad talk to any of my sisters the way her asshole father talked to her in those messages. Hell no, he’d take down any asshole that talked to them or Mom that way because they were his girls, his babies.

And she’s mine.

Fuck, yes, she’s mine. She’s my baby girl and it’s time she learns what it means to have a daddy that loves her.

I press a kiss to her temple, holding onto her, before I pull up the messages from Brent. As much as my blood pounds with fury towards her father, it’s a hundred times higher when I think about that bastard, imagine what he intended to do with my girl.

My jaw tightens further as I go through the messages from that bastard threatening my girl with a lawsuit if she doesn’t show her ass at his office Monday morning. The fuck with that. Oh hell no. I’ll get answers as to who the bastard is from Carly and teach the man what happens when he threatens anyone in the Cartwright family—because Carly is one of us, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

∞∞∞

I press kisses down Carly’s back, nipping as her plump ass before pushing my face and shoulders between her thighs, licking up the cream from her dripping pussy. Her moans grow louder as I suck on her clit, my finger plunging into her tight ass, teasing here there with light pressure.

“Johnnie,” she moans, her ass lifting higher giving me a better angle, and I eat the best breakfast possible, pulling two orgasms from her before I slip up, plunging my aching cock inside her. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had her since Friday night, my cock aches for more if it’s been over two hours since I’ve been inside her.

“That’s a good girl, giving daddy your sweet cream to drink and pussy to fuck for breakfast,” I whisper into her ear, pulling a shiver from her that simply makes my cock harder. “What do you say to daddy for making you come, baby girl?”

“Thank you!” she cries shakily, and I slip my hand around her throat, giving her a hard thrust making her whimper.

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