Page 12 of Big Bad Daddy

Her pity party has gone too far. Thankfully, Boris jumps in before I lose my temper and make a scene in front of strangers.

“Sybil is my type, no matter what she wears,” Boris shuts it down and returns to a conversation with Gavril Pushkin while letting his hand creep beneath my dress.

I squirm in my seat, then shamelessly spread my thighs a few inches, offering him space to move. My behavior shocks me. I’ve suspended all my rules and become the newest resident of Tramp City.

Alexei and Boris continue a conversation that began long before this evening. I didn’t think Boris’s baritone voice could get any hotter until he switches to Russian mid-sentence and slides a finger beneath the seam of my panties.

I gasp, surprised by the invasion and mortified when his finger slides easily through my wet slit. I shudder and tear off a piece of bread, shoving it in my mouth to prevent me from making naughty sounds. I’m so slick he finds my swollen clit without delay and begins to trace tiny circles, building slow friction to keep me on edge.

Boris turns to me, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he slides a finger inside my pussy. He leans toward me and fixes his angle, pumping his digit slowly while his thumb manipulates my hard bud. I bite my lip, holding back the inevitable tide that’s seconds from reaching the shore.

“I think my good girl has turned bad,” Boris murmurs softly, teasing me mercilessly and making it impossible to keep a straight face. He’s so close, the scent of his skin and warmth of his breath making me imagine our naked bodies entwined, spinning out of control in the throes of ecstasy.

Should I tell him I’m a virgin? Would my lack of experience ruin the moment? Maybe he’s talented enough to make up for the skills I lack.

It typically takes forever to make myself climax, but Boris knew exactly where to touch me. He’s playing me like a virtuoso playing a violin.

The conversation continues in Russian, and my mind locks onto every word spilling out from Boris’s full lips. I don’t know what he’s saying but it sounds rough and dominant. I imagine he’s saying nasty things to me. He’s asking me to call him daddy, calling me his baby girl, and demanding I come at his command. He threatens to spank my ass, my pussy, and promises I’ll regret it if I don’t give him what he wants.

A tidal wave of transcendence washes over me like a roaring tsunami. I clasp Boris’s wrist, urging him to stop. When he only decreases his pace, I slam my legs shut and trap his hand. I bow my head, cover my face, and stiffen my body, terrified the full-body shudders will give me away. My climax comes like continuous bolts of lightning, shocking my senses and rendering me utterly useless to the world around me. When it finally subsides, Boris sidles closer and asks if I’m okay, then addresses the other partygoers.

“I’m afraid Sybil doesn’t feel well. We should leave before it gets worse,” Boris announces our early departure and helps me out of my chair. “Thank you for your hospitality, Yarina. It’s always a pleasure to see you.”

I wave and whimper an almost inaudible goodbye as we depart the dining room and pass through the foyer.

With a wicked smile, Boris escorts me to his waiting car.

Lord, help me.

Chapter Ten

Halfway through our sprint to the car, I lift Sybil into my arms and carry her the rest of the way. She clings to my jacket, holding me tight and pressing her delectable breasts against my chest. I take two steps at a time, eager to get her alone and all to myself. Common sense tells me to slow down. But logic flew out the window when this little girl shattered on my hand.

I duck down and gently place my darling girl on the leather bench seat, following close and slamming the button to raise the privacy screen. Sybil brushes the tousled hair off her flushed face and scoots down, giving me room to slide beside her. It’s been years since I’ve held a woman in my arms, made love to her, or felt the world move every time she graced me with her presence. I’m falling in love with this little girl, and I have no idea if she’ll ever offer me more than sex. None of that matters tonight.

“Boris…” Sybil breathes my name and lifts her hazel gaze to mine. Her darkened eyes, blushed cheeks, and cherry lips assure me that my baby girl is turned-on.

If that weren’t enough, I can still smell the scent of her climax on my hand. I can’t believe she let me finger her pussy at the dinner table. Her burgeoning libido feeds my imagination. I’ll take so much pride in corrupting her.

“Baby girl, your daddy’s here. And he wants to make you feel so good.” I groan, wrap my hand around her neck, and bring her lips to mine. Our mouths collide with intensity, dancing in sync as tongues intertwine and teeth playfully nibble. It feels like we’re on a quest for something that we may only find with each other, unsure if this is real, or imagined. In my heart, I know I’m exactly where I need to be and with the person I was always meant to love.

Sybil whimpers between kisses, her tongue lapping against my bottom lip before sealing her mouth to mine once more. She pulls away and sighs. “Do you really want to be my daddy? Do you want me to be your baby girl?” she whispers, placing her hand on my chest to keep me still. “My father isn’t very nice to me. Will you be a good daddy? Better than him?” Sybil lifts her gaze, her lips plump and parted as she releases a breathy sigh of relief, like she’s wanted to ask that question for days.

I bite my lip as I feel my control slip away into oblivion. I may never find it again. “I really want to be your daddy, baby girl,” I growl into her ear and let my greedy hands travel up her dress. My heart races, pumping all the blood from my brain into my rigid cock. I’m dizzy with lust and brimming with desire for my girl. “I’ll be your good daddy. The one you can count on. The one who puts you on his lap and meets all your needs. Do you want that?”

Sybil nods and her puffy lips form a tiny pout. “I’ve always wanted a real daddy.” Her eyes hood with desire as she melts into my arms.

I grit my teeth as a different kind of beast rises to the surface. Nothing has changed. She’s still an inappropriate choice for meand I could never fit into the only world she’s ever known, but that doesn’t matter anymore. I’m starting to believe it never did. She looks so young, ripe, and ready for her daddy’s touch; I could never deny her anything. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to deny myself the one thing I never knew I always wanted.

I crawl forward and press my body into Sybil’s, our faces only a breath away. She leans back against the car door and holds her hands over her thighs, keeping me from lifting mine higher up her dress. I shake my head with atskand chide her for teasing me. “Be a good girl and show me your kitty. Daddy’s starving.”

Sybil’s mouth tips upward into a tiny grin and she lifts her dress an inch, still holding me at bay. “No one has ever seen my kitty, Daddy. You’re the only man who’s ever touched me here.” She points a finger to the apex of her thighs and stares at me, waiting for my reply.

A part of me expected this, and yet I’m not any less stunned. I’ve lived a horrible life filled with depravity and death. There is no world or situation where someone like me deserves someone like her. And yet here she is, offering me everything I want.

With my eyes locked on hers, I gently move her hands and spread her thighs, slowly lifting her dress to her waist. Her black lacy panties come into view, and my cock grows harder, mercilessly digging into my zipper. “That’s my good girl. Do you want your daddy to make you feel good with his mouth?” I ask with a deep groan as I hook my thumbs into her panty straps and pull them down. The scent of her arousal hits me fast, and I feel my cock leaking precum onto my pants.

“Yes, Daddy,” Sybil whimpers, her legs trembling as I spread them open.

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