Page 6 of Bartender Daddy’s Girl (Daddy’s Girl #11)

CARRIE

T o hell with waiting.

I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours afraid, alone, and on the run.

Too afraid to talk to anyone, lest they be under my ex-boss’s thumb.

Suspiciously eyeing every face I came across to make sure it wasn’t one of his men.

But Judge came in as a shining beacon of light and brought an end to my darkness.

The best part is, he sure can back up the promises he makes.

I saw it with my own eyes when it came to the men downstairs.

I cup his cheeks in my hands and crawl up his body to give him a kiss. One of his hands instantly finds my thigh as I swing one leg over him to straddle his waist.

He wants to wait for the perfect moment to take my virginity, but when would there be another? A few hours ago, I was a lost stranger, and more than the roof over my head, he offered me kindness. Now, he’s willing to put himself in harm’s way to make sure I get out of this situation unharmed.

It’s not a textbook fairytale start to our relationship, but I’m not complaining.

“Carrie, what are y—” I cut him off by sucking his lower lip into my mouth and nibbling on it.

You’re not talking your way out of this one, Mr.

“I want this,” I say. “Need it. Are you going to make me beg, Daddy?”

He swallows hard, audibly, and looks at me with dumbfounded cuteness. A look that says he wants to say no, stop this short, and go back to his plan, but there’s no part of him willing to enact it.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, baby?” He asks, offering me the righteous path one last time.

I nod and shimmy down his body until his cock is in front of me. “I am, Daddy. Please, give it to me. Let me have it.”

His enormous, rock-hard muscle stands at attention in front of me, just as desperate as I am for what’s about to happen.

Swallowing the last of my nerves, I reach out and touch it.

Fingertips first, experiencing every inch he has to offer, before curving them around the girth until I have it in my grip.

It’s the first dick I’ve ever touched, and that alone has butterflies erupting inside of my tummy.

Judge’s mumbled groans as I squeeze the base make them flap harder.

Anything I do manages to stir some sort of noise out of him, and listening to his pleasure leaves an ache in my core that only he can satisfy.

I stroke Judge’s shaft, and his body starts tensing and flexing with every completion. I add my second hand above the first to cover more area, and Judge grips the bedsheet in white knuckled satisfaction.

“Am I doing okay, Daddy?” I ask, keeping my head down as I work.

I only know what I’m doing here because I’ve seen it in porn. Just because I’m innocent when it comes to men, doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed some alone time action.

Judge’s head snaps to the ceiling, and even from this odd angle, I can see his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he mutters between shallow breaths. “But if you want to make it better, you should spit on it.”

“Spit on it?” It seems like an odd request. Suck it, I’d understand, but just spitting doesn’t seem right.

“For lubrication,” he says, clearing up my confusion.

Still stroking, I lean forward until my face is inches away from his huge muscle. Coming this close to it excites me more than I expected, but also terrifies me. I could barely take his fingers inside me, how the hell is this thing going to fit?

“Like this?” I ask, and Judge lowers his head to see me hovering over his cock. The tip is swollen and glistening from a layer of precum, and my mouth starts to water at the sight. At this point, I can’t tell if it’s because he asked me to spit on him, or if it’s because I want a taste of him.

He mumbles another fuck , no doubt from my big blue eyes staring up at him from this angle.

I open my mouth and saliva pours out, striking his thick head before rolling down the length to my hands. The liquid makes sliding my hands frictionless from top to bottom, and Judge’s writhing from the new sensations tells me I’m doing an alright job.

“It’s perfect,” he says as one hand darts to my shoulder.

Keeping eye contact with him, I lean a little closer to his manhood and stick my tongue out. I’ve come this far, I might as well just steal a lick to know what it tastes like, right?

I press the tip of my tongue against the back of his tip, flicking it upward like I’m licking an ice cream. It’s saltier than I expected, but satisfying in a savory sort of way. Judge mumbles more curse words as his hand finds the side of my face.

I give him a few more licks, but don’t venture any further yet.

I’m not sure my mouth can fit around his girth, and I don’t want to risk ruining the moment.

Instead, I pull back, watching the pleasure splash over his face until I’m upright.

I bend down and purse my lips around the tip of his cock tightening into a suck kiss.

I repeat a series of short tight kisses bobbing up and down.

I glance up and we both smile. His eyes close and his head drops back as he groans.

Stopping my hands, but without losing eye contact I move slowly back up his body until the length of his cock is slotted against my pussy. I start rolling my hips and grinding against his manhood, losing myself to the pleasure coiling into a tight knot in my belly.

Judge doesn’t stop me from having my fun, keeping one hand on my shoulder while the other trails over my breasts. His fingers graze my erect, sensitive nipples, and ripples of warmth trickle down my body to the wet spot between my thighs.

Everything about this has me excited. It’s finally going to happen. Shedding my innocence and becoming this man’s devious little minx. I’m practically vibrating in anticipation.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?” I ask, bucking harder. Moans slip out of my mouth, and whatever I’m doing must be working because Judge is making all the same sounds.

“If you’re ready,” he says, trying to stifle a moan.

“I am,” I whisper. Readier than I’ll ever be. But as the words leave my lips, my body tenses up from nervousness. An unexpected reaction, but one that makes total sense since I don’t know what’s going to happen next.

I stop on top of him, moving one of my hands over his on my breast. I lift it to my mouth and start kissing his fingers before I ask. “Is it going to hurt, Daddy?”

He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, an exasperated sigh comes out first.

“Maybe, Baby.” Though it doesn’t quell my worries, at least he isn’t lying to me. “But if it does it won’t last long. Before you know it, you’ll be in heaven.” He squeezes my thigh reassuringly. “We’ll take it as slow as you need to go. If it’s too much, we’ll stop. This is for you, Baby.”

That floods me with determination. Not only because I can see his caring side, but I’m the one who wants this. Judge made it clear that he wanted to wait; I’m the one who can’t. Knowing I’m in control through it all has me wanting to do this more than I already did.

He keeps teasing my nipples while I anxiously reach down to grab his dick again. It’s veiny and throbs against my fingers. His erratic movements are amplified when I guide the head against my pussy and bring it right against my entrance.

Perched there, I draw a few long breaths to steady myself. A mix of excitement and bubbling nervousness creep through my body.

It’s finally happening.

I sink my hips and welcome him inside. I wince at a little stinging pain that quickly turns into a fiery explosion inside me. Judge moves a hand up to my cheek, using his thumb to stroke the highest point.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

I nod, unable to speak, afraid I might cry. But I’ve come this far and I’m not going back now.

I lower myself as far as I can take him, and though he does his best to keep a straight face and show me support, Judge grunts out soft sounds of pleasure.

I stay at the base of his cock for a while, feeling him twitch and flex inside of me.

And the more I become accustomed to his size, the more I’m enjoying every second of this.

By the second up and down movement, I can already feel myself adjusting to him.

It still hurts, but a lot less than the first time.

But it’s not me who’s losing control now, it’s Judge.

He snaps forward, wrapping his arms around my waist. His hands fall on the small of my back, and his mouth meets my nipple’s pointy bud.

His tongue flicks over it with short, sharp lashes, and while I moan out in pure delight, I wonder if this is his way of holding back.

Finding a way to distract himself instead of losing control.

Taking a few more slow bounces on top of him, each one strips away another layer of pain and replaces it with pure pleasure. Before long, my hands are around Judge’s head, fingers between his hair, holding his head while he devours my chest.

Primal sounds explode out of our mouths. No words, lost under a blanket of euphoria, with my bucking becoming harder and faster atop him.

Noticing my shift from slow and methodical, Judge slides one hand to the front of my body. While I fuck him, he slots a finger against my clit and starts rolling it side to side and in circles.

Everything he’s doing feels tactical. Like every action was planned out in advance to deliver me to the precipice of orgasm. And it’s working.

Before I even realize what’s happening inside me, a tense knot coils in my belly. Every thrust of his cock, roll of his finger, and flick of his tongue tightens it. Winds it up to the point of no return.

The release is explosive. My limbs rattle and shake, my body starts writhing in place, grinding atop his meat to extract every inch of pleasure out of it.

Holy fuck. This must be the heaven he was talking about.

And as the dust settles and the haze of my first cock-only orgasm gives me back control, Judge flops back down on the bed with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on another person.

But if he thinks this is over, he’s got another thing coming.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I do first. “Fuck me, Daddy. Show me what you’ve been holding back.”

As if I flicked a switch in his brain, Judge’s grip tightens around my waist. His hips start slamming upward, and every inch of his amazing cock plows deep inside of me.

I lean forward and press my hands into his chest for stability, while my head is pinned to the ceiling, and I howl out gleefully at the top of my lungs.

“You’re pussy feels so fucking good, Baby,” Judge mutters under his breath. “You’re so fucking tight.”

With his grip on my sides, Judge raises me into the air like I don’t weigh anything. Holding me there, he slams his hips upward, pushing every inch he’s got as deep as it can go. Taking a page out of his book, I slot a finger against my clit and start working it the same way he did earlier.

“Are you going to cum for me again, Baby Girl?” His voice is frantic, powerful. “Are you gonna cum on Daddy’s cock?”

The answer was yes before he asked, but the way he spoke, almost like his questions were commands, rushes me toward another orgasm.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m cumming for you,” I squeal.

With this one, I can feel Judge’s grip start slipping on me. He still manages to keep me up, but his entire body is vibrating from how hard his muscles are starting to strain.

“Ah, shit,” he groans, slamming slower, powerful thrusts into me. “I’m going to cum, Carrie. I’m going to fill up your virgin womb.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Moans flutter in between words, as I stare deep into his eyes to see the pleasure washing over his face. “Cum for me. Give it to me. Fill me up,” I beg.

And it doesn’t take long for my pleas to be answered. The first rope of hot sticky liquid splashes against my walls before I finish speaking. An explosion follows, filling me to the brim, while I groan and writhe around on top of him to steal every last drop.

Judge collapses in an instant and I fall on top of him. I can’t help but giggle at the way his body gave out on him, while he puffs and pants. But I use this moment to coil myself around him and latch on tightly in a hug.

“That was amazing,” I whisper against his ink-stained chest.

“That it was,” he says, barely able to get the words out because of how hard he’s panting.

When he finds the strength, Judge wraps his arms around me and gives me another kiss. It carries the same passion as our earlier make-out session, but there’s an equal softness to it that says this is the start of something beautiful.

And I’d be lying if I didn’t agree.

So far, everything with this man has been amazing, and I can’t wait to see what comes next in our journey.