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  G O O D G I R L S S A Y P L E A S E

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  Dani Wyatt

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  by Dani Wyatt

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  “GOD DAMN IT, BABY.” I groan. “You’re about to strangle my fucking dick.”

  There’s a tight ring that latches on just inside her as I set myself balls deep, and right now it’s clamped onto me like a vise.

  I tell myself she never wants me to leave.

  And I don’t want to leave.

  I’d fucking live inside her pussy if it were possible. Fuck, I never imagined I’d have anything like this with anyone. I never knew anything like this existed.

  My cock swells as her death grip tightens, her inner walls stroking me off, and it’s hard as fuck to even take a full breath.

  “Your cunt is magic.” I seethe as I draw back the few inches I dare and plunge forward again, irrationally angry at not having every inch of me inside her, not settling as deep as her body can accept.

  If I know nothing in this world except this: this is where I belong. Where she needs me. Where she needs my seed.

  As if she reads my mind, her eyes latch to mine as she speaks. “Daddy, I need your cum inside me.” Her voice is scratchy from the repeated orgasms. The words are a desperate plea, a cry for mercy, and looking down into her eyes I see my own personal heaven.

  My heaven. Because that’s what she is.

  Mine.

  “I’m going to give it to you, Babybear. Daddy just needs more of you for a little longer. You know what I need. One more, just for me.” The last words deepen as the harshness bubbles up.

  She brings out the monster in me and little by little my sweet girl is learning that is part of how I love her.

  And only her.

  “Daddybear, okay...now, may I cum now?” Her eyes flutter on a gasp as I drive my cock in and out, pulling her hips closer to me. Her legs are spread obscenely wide, showing off how her dripping pink opening sucks me on every stroke. “Oh, God...”

  “Not yet.” I growl slamming into her like a rutting boar hell bent on my pleasure. “You know goodgirls say please. You didn’t say please.”

  She cringes and presses her head back into the white bedding that’s crumpled around her.

  “Pleeeeease.” She pleads, and I so love to hear the desperation.

  The need.

  “Daddy will tell you when you can come. Not before. And I say not yet.”

  “But, I said please...” She whimpers, and it only serves to feed the beast.

  It’s not fair, I get that. I tell her I need her to cum, then I tell her not yet. But the control intoxicates me and from the look in her eyes when I play with her, the way her pussy just gushed all over my cock, it does the same for her.

  I lean over, pressing my body harder into her open slit, applying pressure to her clit and revel in the moment as her pleas turn frantic.

  “Daddy, God, please, please, please, please please please. I can’t stop it.” Her voice cracks and I feel her body tighten around me with another release of arousal until it’s dripping off my balls.

  But all I do is press myself harder against her, unrelenting.

  “Not yet, Babybear. Don’t you dare come yet. This pussy is for me to enjoy. I allow you your pleasure when it suits me, baby. I give you your pleasure as I see fit. You like being Daddy’s slutty little girl, don’t you?”

  She nods, her eyes rolling upward as she battles to restrain her orgasm. My words make it more difficult for her to rein herself in, I know it. And I love it.

  Holding her off like this feeds the monster in me.

  The man in me cares for her, loves her, shows her devotion and all the kindnesses she deserves.

  But the monster. Fuck, the monster loves to see this.

  Her suffering. For me and only me.

  She willingly gives her body, mind and soul to me to do as I please. It’s intoxicating.

  And a responsibility I gladly accept.

  That suffering has my heart pounding and my dick ready to deliver that which fulfills her. Her cheeks blush deep red and I can’t believe I managed to become inextricably attached to her so quickly.

  Attached to anyone for that matter.

  I pummel her without mercy until the muscles in the backs of my legs and my ass start to cramp. The sound of our wet flesh slapping together fills the space around us.

  “Ouch... Daddybear, not so hard. It hurts...” She uses that little girl voice she knows drives me mad.

  “Shhh, baby. Be a goodgirl. Daddy’s almost done.” Without mercy I pull nearly completely out of her, then plunge back in harder and harder as it’s nearing impossible to hold off my own release.

  Her back arches, tears streaming out of the corners of her eyes as she struggles to hold on.

  “You’re mine, Babybear. All of you. Don’t you forget it. Now fuck your Daddy the way a goodgirl should and I’ll tell you when to come.”

  Her hands smack down next to each hip and grip into the edge of the mattress where her ass dangles, where we are connected. She begins pulling herself in pulses against me, hardening each stroke and driving me so deep the tip of my dick battles against her cervix.

  She whimpers as I watch her tits bounce and sway with each undulation of her body, and I’m hypnotized by the sight.

  “Is this good, Daddy? Am I doing it right?” She pulls her body back and forth, spreading her legs even wider with what looks like gratitude in her eyes.

  “So good, baby. So very right. You’ve learned so well. That’s how a good babygirl fucks her daddy. Makes him happy. Makes him pleased.” I grit out the words, moving my hands to her knees, pressing them up and outward for my view as she fucks her drenched cunt harder and faster onto my cock.

  Her mouth opens, like she wants to say something, but no words follow. Only an arch of her neck. Satin blonde hair in a mess of a golden halo around her head and shoulders. Skin so white I dare say the sun has never had the pleasure of touching her.

  And lips. God, those lips.

  Full and stained with a color that reminds me of a fresh raspberry. And Christ, don’t get me started on her scent. It’s sex and cotton candy and fresh linen in the summer breeze.

  “You want to come?” I watch the flicker in her eyes, turning them white as they roll back. Her inner thighs start to quiver with the effort to restrain what’s coming.

  “Yes.” She starts then quickly meets my eyes correcting herself. “I mean, please, Daddy, please yes please.” The word drifts out on top of a moan as a tear traces from the corner of her eye. I need it as much as she does, so finally I set her free.

  “That’s a goodgirl.” Pride fills my heart kno
wing this amazing creature belongs to me. “Come for me, Babybear. Come for Daddy. Do it now. Now.”

  Her pussy muscles contract and for a split second, like it’s my life flashing before my eyes, I remember why I shouldn’t be here.

  All the reasons she shouldn’t be with me. Why no one should be with me.

  My life isn’t a place for attachments. It’s dangerous for me and it’s dangerous for her.

  Like always, I fight to block it all out. There has to be a way. A way for us to be right.

  Together. Safe.

  I’ll figure it out, but right now I need this.

  “Come with me, Daddy. I want it inside me.” She whimpers, looking directly into my soul with eyes the color of milk chocolate and lust. It brings me back to the moment and I shake away the other bullshit for the moment.

  The red sunset through the window glows like fire in the dark of her pupils, reminding me how late it’s getting, how soon I’m going to have to leave. But I’ll take the memory of those eyes with me when I go, the way they’re looking at me right now. I get hard just thinking of her eyes no matter where I am or who I’m with, but I don’t care.

  There’s a saying: Brown eyes are just brown eyes until you love someone with brown eyes.

  Fuck if that isn’t the truth.

  I try to hold back a little longer, to exercise that same control I use every day in my work. But she adds, in a voice so thick with desire each word feels like another lock binding us together, “Your cum, Daddy. I need it inside me—”

  And I’m done.

  “Now. Baby, now, again, cum with me.” I explode, my balls seizing and pumping my hot release into her tiny body below me.

  We come in unison on a heaving shudder. I come so hard, lights dance in my eyes and I lose my vision, worried for a moment that I might collapse. My hands grip tight to her lush hips as her body lifts off the white bedding and she twists and cries out like I’m tearing something from her body.

  I am.

  Her soul.

  Because I have to have it. I move one hand and rub my thumb over her clit, pulling more of her pleasure from her as my still-hard cock drives in and out, unwilling to give way to just one orgasm.

  She cums again quickly, tumbling over the first. And again, one trembling orgasm crashing against the next until her body quivers from head to toe and I finally ease up, satisfied I’ve taken all she can handle.

  “Shhhh.” I try to soothe her as she fights for each breath. Her thighs shaking as she gasps.

  Panic rises in her eyes and her arms fly out to her sides, flailing at anything and nothing.

  Her eyes widen in fear as the orgasms fail to stop and topple, one over the other, leaving her helpless under me.

  I lower my voice. “Slow. Take a slow breath, baby.” The undulations of her inner walls milk me to another climax of my own, even as I’m talking, drawing more cum from my jerking balls.

  I lean over, hovering over her face, and try to catch her frightened eyes.

  As I do, I reach down and flatten my palm over her racing heart. Holding her down, I feel the connection there as stars dance in my eyes and the muscles in the backs of my thighs twitch.

  Just when I didn’t think I could fall any farther in love with this sweet girl, in her delirium she reaches up and puts her own tiny hand in the same place on my chest. And I know, no matter what, there is no going back.

  No going back to who I was before.

  No going back to the things I did to distract myself from my miserable life.

  No going back to the guilt of not being the man I should be.

  The man I will be.

  For her.

  I halt my movements, letting her body calm and relax. As I do, memories of the day we met play back in my mind.

  That day I first saw her, she awakened something in me never before unearthed. A vicious predator that wants to own her, to give her every kindness. And yes, still hurt her in beautiful ways at the same time. To claim her, completely and utterly.

  I’d never imagined having this with the girl in front of me in the checkout line at the greenhouse. It was storming that day, she was soaking wet and I couldn’t keep my eyes from the way her T-shirt clung to her body.

  I’d stopped in to buy a new basil plant as I keep killing the ones I have. I keep a fresh herb garden in the aviary in my home. Something passed down from my mother. But hell if I can keep the damn basil alive.

  The golden-haired angel was checking out in front of me, buying cucumber and tomato plants—just one of each. When the cashier rang her up, she reached in her wallet and came up short.

  She turned to glance at me, pushing up the black rimmed glasses that drooped on her nose, humiliation in those eyes. And God, those eyes...shocking brown with shimmering-blue flecks, unlike anything I’d seen before.

  She’d set the plants aside, apologized with growing rose color on her pale cheeks. The cashier huffed, gave her a dirty look, rolling her eyes and looking to me to join in on her bitchy bandwagon.

  That didn’t fucking happen.

  My girl mumbled she’d try to come back with the rest of the money, her eyes downcast as she slipped her wallet into the back pocket of her jeans. Just then, a clap of thunder shook the entire store. She’d let out a terrified yelp, nearly fell to her knees with her hands over her ears.

  After that, the pink that was on her cheeks turned to red. I saw tears gathering in her eyes.

  Something inside me came alive. Sparks ignited. A protective fury overcame me.

  A paternal sort of seed was planted deep in my gut.

  I needed to help her.

  I needed to care for her.

  I needed to claim her.

  I watched as she stood, fear in her eyes and she’d moved away, her ass filling out the pockets of those jeans in a way that had my mouth watering. Her “I gave at the office” wet T-shirt showed off amazing curves and my cock jerked to life.

  She looked at me in that moment and I saw something in myself I’d never seen before.

  A man who wanted a woman. Not just in his bed for the night, but in his life. I’d never had that feeling before and it nearly took me to my knees. But it was still more. She was part woman, part little girl and I wanted to be the man that could take care of both of them.

  In very colorful and clear language I told the cashier what a piece of shit she was and that she was out of a job. One thing about me, I don’t make idle threats. Later that same day, I made a call to the owner of the greenhouse who’d I’d known for many years and made sure my words were not a mere threat.

  I’d caught up with my girl, asked if she was okay. She looked down at her worn, dirty white Converse sneakers and told me she was sorry. She was embarrassed, but she was terrified of loud noises.

  I kept her there a while longer, asking her questions, trying to calm her down. She told me that she took care of plants for people in their homes and offices. I told her I needed her services.

  I also told her I was taking her to dinner that night. When I saw the anxiety in her eyes, I simply told her it was for a proper interview, nothing more. It was a ruse, of course, but it set things in motion even I had no control over.

  When we were done talking, I found the closest worker in the greenhouse, and had nearly all the plants in the damn store delivered to my house. I wanted to be her to be so busy with me, I would be her one and only customer.

  I moved her in a few days later while she was out working at another job. She’d come home to find her shithole apartment empty and me standing there, leaning against my car as I waited out front.

  I’d explained to her she didn’t live there anymore. She fought me, saying she could take care of herself and she barely knew me. The memory makes me smile. Such a strong girl. When it was evident, she needed a bit more convincing, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the car.

  A night and day of her pushback and her threats to call the cops and tell them she’d been kidnapped. But in the
end, I won. It’s what I do.

  I win.

  Now, the innocent, shy girl with the green thumb and crooked bangs is wrapping her cunt around my dick the way she did with my heart that first day I set eyes on her.

  I slide deeper into her heat as yet another of my own climaxes becomes impossible to hold back. The stars in my eyes turn to visions of a future I never dreamed possible.

  T W O

  Ginger

  “I’LL BE BACK, BABY.” Daddy’s eyes focus on me.

  The deep rumble of his voice never stops making my belly flutter. Besides how he looked, it was his voice that grabbed me that first day and never let go. It’s this commanding baritone that makes people around him turn and look, but his voice is low and slow, like he’s never in a hurry.

  I could listen to him talk forever; lost in the timbre and depth of each word.

  As he looks at me, his grayish-green irises seem to shimmer like silver water, only making it harder to say goodbye. I could look at his eyes forever too, listening to everything they are saying to my heart.

  Between the eyes and the voice, I was a goner from day one.

  “I can’t help it.” Like a spider monkey, I cling to the front of him. “I miss you already.”

  This man I’ve only known a couple months has become my entire world.

  “Babybear, I miss you before I hit the end of the driveway, but listen...” His massive hand comes to rest on the top of my head and his other at the center of my back. He’s standing at the edge of the counter where I’m sitting naked after he’s used and loved me for hours. Taking me in the bedroom after dinner, knowing he had to leave before the sun came up.

  After we were done doing every nasty thing Daddy needed, he gave me a piggy-back ride to the kitchen and made me hot chocolate while he drank his tea and then let me eat a bowl of Lucky Charms as he whipped up a hemp protein shake for himself.

  Gack.

  I’m on a Lucky Charms ration, once a week, and boy I learned not to try to sneak an extra bowl in without his approval.

  My rear end paid a high price for that mistake and the lesson was received loud and clear. Daddy doesn’t miss much and as much as I enjoy a little swat on the rear end, when it comes to a punishment spanking, it’s not the same.