Page 11 of Bartender Daddy’s Girl (Daddy’s Girl #11)

JUDGE

I expected worse, and if Allistair thought he had a chance of stopping me, he had to bring worse. The batch of sorry fuckers didn’t even bring a gun between them. They were never walking out the winners.

As one does after a fight, Carrie and I find a place around the bar and have a drink with Frasier and Larry. Turns out the sheriff isn’t even on duty. He’s here on a personal capacity, trying to figure out what the hoodlums who rolled into town wanted. No wonder he was happy to throw down.

“Wanna head upstairs?” I whisper in Carrie’s ear after Larry’s fourth retelling of how he knocked one of ‘em out with a single punch. I can only stand so much of this chit-chat while I should be balls deep inside this beautiful woman at my side.

“You’re going to come too, right?” She asks, not catching the subtlety of the message.

Good thing I’ve got a perfect answer for her. “Of course, Baby. We’re both gonna be coming.” Her face instantly lights up. “All night long.”

She excuses herself and rushes upstairs, and a few minutes later, I make my excuses to get the things out of the car. I tell them I’ll be back soon, but the way Frasier’s rolling his eyes at me, he knows he’ll have to take charge of the bar again tonight.

I grab Carrie’s bags from my truck and head upstairs. The lights are on in the room, but I don’t hear her stirring. I don’t know why that’s my first thought. It’s not like there’s anything to do in there other than sleep. Suppose she might be playing on her phone, though.

Opening the door, I’m greeted by far more than I expected.

Carrie’s lying naked on the bed, with her lower body facing the door. One of her hands is between her legs, gently stroking the length of her slit. Her eyes are on me immediately, inspecting my face while she continues touching herself. Wanting to see me crumble.

And God knows, it’s happening. I’m surprised the bags are still in my hands. Hell, I’m even more in awe that I’ve managed to stay on my own two feet.

“Took you forever, Daddy.” She whines like a bratty little princess. My bratty little princess. “I almost thought you weren’t gonna come.”

“Daddy wouldn’t miss this for the fucking world, Baby.” I stare at her, mesmerized by the finger slipping and sliding against her silky wetness.

“What are you waiting for then?” A moan slips out of her mouth with the words.

That’s a good question that has no answer. I step inside and shut the door behind me, discarding Carrie’s bags in the corner and hurriedly rushing to the bed. I shed various layers with every step, struggling momentarily with my jeans when they get hooked on my thick, throbbing cock.

Fuck, this woman is something else. Anything and everything she does zaps all sense out of my brain and leaves me desperate and reeling for more. Like I’m a damned druggy, and another taste of her pussy is my cure.

I fall onto my knees when I reach the edge of the bed.

We went slowly and carefully last night, but that’s not going to happen today.

Watching her finger dance against her skin, I hook my arms under her knees and pull her toward me.

She giggles at my ferocity, but the joyful chortle is stifled as I bury my face between her thighs.

My mouth hits her hand first, but she pulls it away to give me full access.

She snakes it around my face, gripping the back of my neck, and buries my face tighter against her.

I slip my tongue out and coat it in her nectar.

Fireworks instantly shoot off in the back of my head.

Euphoric bliss grips me in the loins as I lap up every ounce of her wetness.

“Yes, Daddy, don’t stop,” she mewls and grinds against my face.

Once I’m satisfied with the foreplay licks, I slot my thumb at her entrance. It might be shorter than my other fingers, but it’s pretty thick, and while my mouth moves higher to swallow her clit, I jam my digit inside of her.

Carrie’s body snaps forward, and she wriggles frantically at the sensations. I flick the tip of my tongue against her clit, rolling circles around it, feeling as it blossoms out in my mouth, all while thrusting and curving my thumb as far and deep as it can go.

Frantic, choked noises erupt from above. Attempts to speak, probably say something dirty or say the word she knows tips me over the edge, but nothing can pass the impenetrable wall of moans.

And then it happens. Thrust full of pleasure, Carrie’s flood gates open, and before I have a chance to notice, her thighs and my face are coated in her delicious juices.

“You didn’t tell me you were about to cum, Baby,” I whisper against her pussy, before diving in for a second round of my all-you-can-eat Carrie buffet.

“I’m s-sorry, D-D-Daddy,” she mutters, lost in her own lust-induced trance. “It happened so quickly. I couldn’t think.”

“And that’s exactly how I want you.”

Satisfied with how I’ve already broken her, I pull myself up to my feet. I extend my hand to Carrie, and she takes it, allowing me to pull her to her feet. She wobbles at first, giggling delightedly as her legs don’t work properly.

“Daddy wants you to get on your hands and knees, Baby,” I say.

She nods and turns around. She bends over before she gets back on the bed, pressing her round ass against my cock before she moves.

“Whoopsie,” she says playfully before following my order.

And what a fucking sight it is to have her on all fours. Her perfect ass, high in the air, would’ve been enough, but seeing her tight pussy between her thick, milky thighs makes me want to fall back in for another round of licking.

But my head is at odds with that thought. My mind sure says yes, but the throbbing ache between my legs has different plans for my little girl. I get on my knees behind her on the bed, resting my hands on her ass. I spread the cheeks for another long look at Carrie’s holes, eager to get inside.

“Are you ready?” Nothing about her says she isn’t. She’s practically slamming her ass into me to sneakily get me inside of her.

“Yes, Daddy. Give it to me.” It’s her turn to demand.

But her wish is my command.

I grab the base of my cock and drag the tip up and down her slit until it’s coated and glistening in her juices. Lubed up and ready, I press myself against her entrance, knees weak from the tightness engulfing me.

I slam forward, burying myself to the balls in her sheath.

She cries out, and my own noises are somewhat similar. The sounds echo in the quiet room, and I have to pause right there in fear of emptying my balls inside her too soon. I grip onto her ass and squeeze it tight for stability, while Carrie’s front half drops lower into the bed.

“You’re so fucking tight, Baby.” I’m panting, which makes talking very difficult.

“Is that a good thing, Daddy?” She asks.

I can’t tell if she’s genuinely curious based on her lack of knowledge and experience, or if she’s playing along to drive me crazy. The answer, I realize, is irrelevant.

“It’s amazing. I can feel your walls squeezing my cock.”

“That sounds sore,” she says, flinging her head over a shoulder to look at me.

I should’ve known trying to explain anything under these circumstances would be hard. I didn’t expect my mind to be this empty when I started talking, though.

“It’s not. It’s the best feeling in the world.” The sheepish grin on Carrie’s face tells me she isn’t serious, but I’d scream this truth from the heavens if I could. And the best part is, no one else will ever know how good she feels.

“Then why did you stop, Daddy?” She asks, looking puzzled.

My obvious answer is that I want to stay inside her tight warmth for as long as I can, but I struggled explaining how good this feels.

There’s no way I’m getting into the embarrassing conversation of cumming too soon because of it. “You’re not gonna hurt me anymore.”

“I know, Baby Girl. That’s why you’re in for a treat.”

With that, I start moving again. Slow and steady at first, but it doesn’t take long for the primal beast inside me to take over.

Before long, I’m slamming my full length into Carrie with every thrust. Squeezing her ass like it’s my only life raft in this sea of pleasure. I start pulling her into me while I drive one pump after another into her.

“Daddy,” she cries out, “I’m about to?—”

Good girl. She actually listened to me. Carrie’s walls tighten around me as her orgasm crests. She buries her face into the blanket to stifle her sounds. If I weren’t so focused on my own mounting orgasm, I’d grab her by the hair so I could hear each and every one of them.

My head snaps to the ceiling when I get close, and I release a roar I’m pretty sure the guys downstairs can hear.

I only make it in and out of her two more times before the first rope fires off.

I buckle forward somewhere in the middle of it, emptying my balls inside of her for the second time in two days.

I fall over beside Carrie, and she immediately grabs my face in both her palms. She kisses me through her panting, and I kiss her back.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” she whispers once we’re done, and drops down next to me.

“Hey,” I say with false seriousness, “that’s supposed to be my line.”

“Yeah, but I thought it time to turn the tables. I want to see you blushing, instead of me,” she teases, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Not gonna happen,” I say.

“What if I said . . .” She pauses to think of the best way to say whatever’s in her head. Unluckily for you, my Baby Girl, there’s very little in this world that will make me blush. “Well, is now the right time to tell you that I’m not on the pill?”

And where she says it with a playfulness that matches her smile, my heart starts beating harder in my chest.

“You’re not?” I gulp.

“Nope. Until yesterday, I was a virgin, remember?” She crinkles her nose at me. “There wasn’t really a need for it.”

“That’s . . .” Wide-eyed and smiling, I can’t look away from her. “The best news I could’ve gotten today, and I just beat the shit out of someone following you around.”

Carrie squirms against my side, squealing delighted that the news didn’t upset me. How could it? I’ve already made my peace with the fact that my life is now dedicated in service to her. Starting a family with the girl of my dreams seems like the next logical step.

Well, maybe moving out of this bar should be the first step.

“I guess you could be a daddy in more ways than one soon,” she says, and pulls herself on top of me again. “But just to make sure, how about another round?”

My cock’s already in her grip, inching ever closer to her hole.

“I could never say no to you, Baby Girl. You know that,” I say.

She leans in close again, and we kiss. No, that’s wrong. Our mouths make a special kind of love all by themselves, marking the beginning of our lives together.