Page 13 of Daddy's Mad Love

“Let’s start with a kiss.”

I lowered my mouth to hers, still holding her chin, so she couldn’t pull away at the last moment, my arm going around her body to pull her flush against me. Desire heated my blood, a hot need sweeping through me as I claimed her mouth, thrusting my tongue between her lips to dance with hers.

She tentatively kissed me back, her body tense against mine before slowly relaxing. I moved my hand from her chin, curving it around the back of her neck, holding her in place and feeling her slow submission and her growing arousal as I deepened the kiss and my hold on her.

Hailey

Giacomo was not a gentle kisser, but he was thorough, and my body responded the same way it had to his touch earlier that day. Heat and need rushed through me, filling my senses and confusing my brain. I thought I was prepared for whatever assault he focused on me, but this sensual onslaught was both unexpected and effective.

Something in me responded to his show of dominance, the same as it had in the precinct. Intellectually, I might not want it, even rejected it, but my body gave in.

I’m just pretending to be a good girl until he lets down his guard.

The whispered explanation across my mind allowed me to relax even further. I didn’t mean any of this. It was a ruse to trick Giacomo into inattention. The more I cooperated and submitted, the more his guard would relax.

So, I gave myself over to the kiss. Returned it. Allowed myself to enjoy it. He was a very good kisser. This was nothing but a play on my part. That’s what I told myself.

I found myself running my hands up his chest, feeling the coiled, hard muscles underneath. My hips moved, pressing closer to him as the need between my thighs increased. I gasped for breath when his hand ran down over the curve of my bottom and gripped the soft flesh, sending sparks of sensations careening through me.

When he pulled his lips away from mine, I was dazed.

“On your knees, mio tesoro,” he ordered. I obeyed without thinking, only realizing with shock what I’d done when I found myself eye-to-eye with the bulge at the front of his pants. He reached down, undoing his belt, his button, his zipper. “You’re going to kiss Daddy’s cock now.”

My mind reeled for multiple reasons.

He wanted me to suck him. I had never done it, but I’d heard other women talking about it. A hot blush rose in my cheeks. I’d never been this close to a naked man’s appendage, and now I was going to put the first one I’d ever seen in my mouth. It was long and straight, thick, with veins running along its length. The bulbous mushroom head was a slightly darker color than the shaft, the slit glistening with a tiny drop of pearly liquid.

That little drop mesmerized me, and I found myself leaning forward, curiosity as much as my passion and my desire to lick him overcoming me. My tongue flicked out, swiping over the tip, and Giacomo moaned. I could not think of him as ‘Daddy,’ and I did not understand why he’d called himself that. My eyes darted up to see him looking down at me, an expression of avarice and desire on his handsome face. A strange feeling of power rose up inside of me at the knowledge of how much he wanted me.

I parted my lips slightly, giving his cock—the uncouth word was surprisingly apt—a kiss right on its tip.

Giacomo’s hands came down on my head, pushing me forward, and I went willingly, opening my mouth to take him deeper. His thick length slid over my tongue, my jaw aching as it was forced open to accommodate him. The slightly sweet, meaty taste was not unpleasant. When I sucked, he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair, and the feeling of power rushed through me again.

Wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft, the way I’d heard the other women gossip about, I bobbed my head up and down, pulling back until only the head of his cock was in my mouth before sliding back down until my lips met my fingers. I could feel him pulsing hotly in my palm and against my tongue as his need grew, which stirred a similar need in me. I pressed my thighs together, feeling my own arousal making my body slick and hot for him.

I blamed the drinks I’d had. They were messing with my head, my body.

Don’t worry. It will help fool him.

Yes, surely it would. Would a woman who was going to run away be willingly on her knees, using her hand and mouth to pleasure him? This was a tactical measure, nothing more, even though it excited some part of me.

“I’m going to come.” He gritted out the words, his fingers gripping my hair harder, making me whimper. “You’re going to swallow, little one.”

The power I thought I had disappeared as he took control, his cock thrusting deep into my mouth, his grip on my hair forcing my head down his length over and over. Each stroke made me hotter, wetter, my nipples tightly budding and aching, the flesh between my legs throbbing and wishing for his touch again.

He groaned, and I felt the underside of his cock pulsing against my fingers and tongue far more strongly than before as gushes of hot liquid filled my mouth. I might have pulled away, but his grip was too strong.

You’re going to swallow, little one.

My throat worked. It was drink or drown as he spurted, so I drank, swallowing him all down as he demanded.

6

Jack

My cock between Hailey’s lips was one of the sweetest sights I’d seen in a long time. I hadn’t expected her to actually give in so easily. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps her body already recognized its new master. Either way, I enjoyed every second of her inexpert but determined sucking. The hazed look of desire in her eyes as she stared up at me. The shock when I filled her mouth with my cum.

She swallowed every last drop.