Page 14 of Big Bad Daddy

Sybil gasps, then lets her eyes fall closed, breathing in and out as her pussy finds another inch to swallow. She digs her nails into my shoulders and rests her forehead on my chin.

“Daddy,” she whimpers, bouncing gently on my grateful cock. She grinds onto my lap, meeting my thrusts until it feels like we’re fused together, like a puzzle that’s finally complete. She wants more, but she doesn’t know what to do. She needs her Daddy to show her how to fuck.

I place Sybil on her back and spread her thighs, covering her trembling body with mine. Her arms wind around my neck, and I lift her legs, placing them around my back. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, flushed, aroused, and ready for me. I ease inside her and watch her plump lips part as she cries out, pulling me closer so my naked chest covers her breasts. Her dewy warmth radiates into my skin. Her moans vibrate through my chest into my heart. Last week, I thought it was a useless muscle that never caused me anything but harm. Using it was a liability that resulted in endless complications. Not anymore. Holding Sybil in my arms feels like nothing but a privilege. Loving her and being loved by her would fill the gaping wound in my soul—the one I believed would never go away.

“Are you going to break Daddy’s heart?” I thrust in and out, pumping my cock through her tight walls and dousing my balls with the slick arousal pouring out from her pussy.

Sybil welcomes my pace and wraps her legs higher on my back, meeting each plunge with a cry to God. Sensing she’s close, I slip my hand between us and find her swollen clit. The first touch sends her hips flying into mine. The faster I stroke, theharder she wants it. Moaning wildly, she matches my moves, fucking me back with the same rabid need I have for her.

“No, Daddy. I won’t. I promise,” she wails as the first orgasm hits her hard. Overcome by the ebb and flow of her climax, she arches her back and pushes her bouncing breasts in my face. I drop my head and cover her tight nipple with my mouth, sucking, licking, and nibbling on her puckered flesh until the strength of her second climax catches me by surprise.

“Daddy, don’t stop! I’m coming!” Sybil begs for more as her body trembles with aftershocks.

I drag out her orgasm, stroking her clit while my cock continues to ravage her sweet pussy. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. With every brutal thrust, my control fades, until her clenching pussy drags me over the cliff and squeezes every drop of cum from my balls.

My gaze falls to the apex of her thighs, and I watch the load I just deposited trickle out onto the leather seats. The sight defies my imagination.

“Is the car moving?” Sybil peers out the window as she attempts to re-dress.

The car hasn’t moved in the last twenty minutes. When we arrived at her apartment, my driver made an executive decision and parked across the street. He's a good man. I'll have to add something extra to his paycheck.

"You're home, little girl. Would you prefer I take you back to my place?" I ask, already knowing the answer. She's mentioned several times her friend is waiting up for her.

She shakes her head and runs her hand across my beard, giving it a light scratch before she kisses me tenderly. "I'll see you tomorrow, right? What time are you picking me up?"

"Baby girl, you are the embodiment of temptation and the greatest weakness I’ve every known. I'll be here first thing in the morning. Make sure you wear something I can pull over yourhead," I whisper into her ear before helping her out of the car. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

Chapter Thirteen

“Do you think they’re here?” Sybil lowers her sunglasses and stares through the windshield, scrutinizing the quaint two-story cabin peeking out of the dense woods.

It’s one of my safe houses. For privacy’s sake, I own the fifteen acres surrounding the cabin and keep a caretaker, a young man named Ricardo, here most of the year. He’s a good kid and keeps the place stocked in case of emergencies. I called ahead and asked him to run a few errands to give me time alone with my girl.

This is by far my prettiest safe house, and I assumed Vasily would have brought Scarlett here. He didn’t. I received word late last night that he’s twenty miles from here in Croton. He’s been right under my nose the entire time.

I haven’t told Sybil. Maybe it’s cruel to keep her guessing, but I’m not ready to surrender her yet. She told me this morning that she made an outlandish excuse to her friend, Tasha, about why she arrived home so late. There was no mention of me or what took place in the back of my car. If she can’t tell her friend, thenthere’s a slim chance she’d tell her parents. And that means I’m her dirty secret.

My pride dictates that I end this now. But my heart requires I give this a chance. And for that to happen, I need an excuse to stay by her side. For now, searching for Scarlett is all I have. I phoned my son early this morning and asked him to stay away longer. I even offered to pay for his wedding and an all-expenses-paid trip to Mexico to prolong my affair. It’s not my proudest moment, but all is fair in love and war. And I’ve had enough of war.

“I’m not sure. A neighbor left a message informing me she saw activity at my place. Perhaps it’s them.” I bend the truth with a smile. It’s technically accurate. I have few neighbors, but the people who do live nearby tend to be in everyone’s business. The local busybody, Mrs. Sawyer, saw Ricardo trimming the rose bushes and somehow mistook his gardening for a possible armed robbery in action. I assured her he’s my guest, but I’m not sure she’ll let it go. She’s probably the main reason Vasily chose someplace else.

I remove the key from the ignition and turn to Sybil, still scanning the perimeter in search of her friend. “This house is one of my many designated safe houses, and it’s best to keep a low profile and not attract attention. The few neighbors I have believe I’m a businessman from Manhattan, and I’d prefer to keep it that way.” I step out of my car and do my best to get to the other side of the vehicle before Sybil opens her door. She beats me to the punch, but I make it in time to help her out.

This is a new side of me. Aspakhan, I’m accustomed to having people wait on me hand and foot. I have loyal and dedicated staff who anticipate my every move and make sure I never ask twice for anything. But something about this little girl makes me want to cater to her every whim, in and out of the bedroom.

“You’re such a gentleman,” Sybil exclaims as she kisses my cheek. How quickly she’s forgotten my ungentlemanly behavior last night.

We walk hand in hand down the cobblestone trail that leads into the woods and toward the cabin. Ricardo’s meticulous upkeep gives her hope. Sybil squeezes my hand, then drops it, choosing to run the rest of the way. “I think we’ve found them,” she yells as she climbs onto the porch two steps at a time. Before I can reach her, she knocks lightly and calls through the heavy door. “Scarlett! It’s Sybil! Are you in there?”

When she knocks again, I wrap my arm around her waist and whisper, “Give them a chance to answer. My son always carries a weapon with him, and he’s known to be trigger-happy. I’d hate to get caught in the crossfire.”

“Oh no! What if we’ve caught them in the act?” Sybil ponders, creasing her brow with concern. “I don’t think I want to picture Scarlett like that.”

“You little hypocrite,” I scold her, squeezing her tightly in my arms. “I’m sure she wouldn’t want to see what we did last night either.”

Sybil’s face turns bright red as she lifts her arm to knock again. “Oh, hush. Scarlett wasn’t anywhere near the car. There was no chance we’d get caught.”

“And if we did? What would you say?” I spin her around to face me and lift one eyebrow to demonstrate my suspicion. A more patient man wouldn’t ask so soon. But I planned to question her later today, and now seems as good of a time as any.

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