Page 15 of Big Bad Daddy

“What if we did what?” Sybil plays coy, evading the question by tiptoeing toward a window and looking inside. She lifts her hands over her eyes to shade the glare and shifts her eyes back and forth, investigating for any signs of her friend.

“You know what I’m asking, baby girl,” I say and follow her to the window. Sybil turns to face me, perhaps triggered by her favorite moniker. This is the first time I’ve used it all morning.

“Yes,” she whispers, looking down at her shuffling feet. “Do you have a key?”

I nod and pull my keychain from my pocket, brandishing it before inserting it into the knob. Sybil waits behind me, anxious to enter and see if Scarlett is here. We enter together and tread lightly through the foyer, surrounded by the smell of cedar and whatever Ricardo had for breakfast. Sybil follows her nose into the rustic-style kitchen fitted with every modern appliance and amenity. Except for the scent, it appears unused. It’s spotless.

Sybil makes a quick inspection and surmises her friend couldn’t possibly be here. Her defeated expression makes my heart sting with regret. She should know the truth, and I’m a selfish bastard for keeping it from her. “This place is far too clean for Scarlett. She’s fussy, but not this fussy. How did someone get in to cook?”

“I have a caretaker who comes and goes, servicing different properties. He must have been here earlier. Would you like to check the bedrooms?” I ask innocently, not considering the implications. I’m not anticipating sex at this hour of the day, but I certainly wouldn’t say no to it.

Sybil smiles and glides across the polished floor toward me, swaying her hips coquettishly. “Didn’t you get enough last night?”

I shake my head and yank her into my arms. “I will never get enough of you, baby girl. I won’t be happy until you’re in bed every night.” As soon as I hear the words I’ve spoken, I know nothing could be more accurate.

Sybil Sheridan has stolen my heart in a matter of days. She’s rejuvenated me. I feel twenty years younger and more virile than ever. I understand her desire to keep me private, and I know mymany transgressions are responsible for that, but I don’t want to be a secret.

Her smile disappears, and a look of sadness clouds her features. “I lied earlier, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

Her confession confuses me. I know everything about her and have no idea which part I’ve missed. I shake my head once and stare into her frightened doe eyes. “That’s disappointing, baby. Good girls don’t lie to their daddies.” I'm amazed at how easy this has become. I’ve never played daddy with anyone, but Sybil makes it feel like the most natural thing I’ve ever done.

Sybil twirls a finger through her ponytail and nods with remorse. “I said I didn’t mention you to Tasha, but I did. She knew I’d had sex the moment I walked through the door, and I didn’t want to deny it. Tasha doesn’t think I should see you anymore. She says you’re charming now, but when I see the other side of you and learn who you really are, I’ll be in over my head and unable to get out.” She sighs and releases a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t know how I feel about all that. She’s not wrong. Is she?”

Her question feels like a knife in my chest. Two weeks ago, I’d admit she wasn’t wrong. That’s who I was before Sybil Sheridan floated into my life like an angel. I don’t want to be that man anymore.

I place a finger under her chin and lift her face. Her amber eyes meet mine, and a shudder travels through her, making her tremble. Without direction, she stands at attention, with her hand crossed in front of her stomach.

“Do you believe her?” I ask, caressing her face while I wait for her reply.

“No, Daddy. I don’t want to believe her. Should I?” Sybil looks straight ahead and avoids my stern gaze.

“I’ve done a lot of bad things, baby girl. I’ve ordered others to do those same things over and over again. But I’ve always takencare of the people I love. You’re mine now. Do you remember what you said last night?” I ask, weaving my hand through her ponytail and pulling it gently.

“I said I was yours,” she answers quickly.

“You told me you wanted me to be your daddy? Did you mean it?”

“Yes, Daddy. I meant it,” Sybil replies softly.

“Then how are you going to make it up to me? How are you going to prove you really belong to me?” I thread my fingers through her hair, tightening my grip and nudging her downward.

She complies without question and falls to her knees, enthusiastically accepting her fate.

“I’m going to suck Daddy’s cock.” Sybil unzips my pants and pulls out my length. Her eyes widen with avarice, but she knows enough to wait for my permission.

“Show me, baby. Show Daddy how much you want to make him come with your mouth,” I rasp, enamored with the sight of my cock on the tip of her tongue. I’ve thought about this moment and fantasized about how her mouth would feel swallowing me whole.

Holding my shaft in her fist, Sybil twirls her tongue around the head and then across the hole, licking every evidence of precum she finds. She moans with satisfaction, drawing it out as she quenches her hunger.

“This the first cock I’ve ever tasted,” she whispers under her breath, pumping her hand up and down, licking my bulbous head like it’s her favorite flavor of ice cream.

“And it’s going to be the last,” I grunt, my knees weakening as I watch half of my cock disappear into her mouth.

Sybil leans into my hips and bobs her head back and forth, taking me deeper with every pass. She groans with lust, angling her head to look me in the eyes and show me what a good girl shecan be. She hollows her cheeks and swirls her tongue down my shaft, trying desperately to take more. Every moan vibrates into my flesh, sending shivers down my spine.

I tighten my grip on her hair and help her take more, fucking her untrained mouth the way I ravaged her virgin pussy last night.

Sybil doesn’t fight me or try to pull away. She takes me deep and lets me slide to the back of her throat, slurping, gagging, devouring every inch of my cock until her chin grazes my balls.

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