Page 5 of Daddy in Disguise
I widen my stance, but I’m captivated by the sight of him freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. He dips his head as he aligns himself between my legs, the head of his cock pushing into the seam of my pussy before notching himself at my entrance. He lets go of himself and places his hand under my ass, lifting me. My legs automatically wrap around his waist.
“Are you ready,” he asks, his voice raspy.
I nod.
“That’s not good enough. You know what to call me.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready for you.”
He grins. “Good girl.” With my ass firmly in his grasp, he presses himself into me, stretching me wide to accommodate his thickness. His hiss mixes with my groan.
There’s no warning before he pulls back and thrusts swiftly and deeply back inside me. My head tilts back, bumping against the wall, but the pain is nothing compared to the way he feels inside me, to the way he handles me masterfully, controlling both of our bodies.
And yet, I want to look into his eyes. I want to memorize every expression, even in the darkness of the hallway.
“Please,” I beg him.
“Please what, little bird? Fuck you harder? Faster? Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you as long as your pussy keeps squeezing my cock.”
My hands grip his shoulders, holding on to him as our bodies rock together in a collision of ecstasy.
“Please.” The word falls from my lips and this time I don’t know what I’m asking him for—to see his face, to know the man behind the mask, or for release from this tortuous ache inside me.
“Tell me what you want, Sparrow. I’ll give you anything,” he says through gritted teeth, his head bent to watch his cock surging in and out of my pussy.
My head snaps and my eyes widen. I didn’t tell him my name. My hands slide up his neck and when they reach the edge of his mask, he doesn’t admonish me. He murmurs incoherently, entranced by the way our bodies connect. I want to watch too, but I’m overcome with a desire to finally know my familiar, mysterious stranger.
My hands push the mask up and I gasp. “Carter,” I exclaim just as he groans, his cock pulsing inside me with his orgasm.
His head jerks up when he finally realizes what I’ve done and he drops me, his cock sliding out, the last of his cum dripping down my bare legs.
He’s angry. No, not angry; he’s furious. His jaw is set, tension ticking in his muscles, and he looks away.
I reach for him, but he slaps my hands away. “Carter—”
“Hey!” Both of our heads turn and watch my brother storm down the darkened hallway. “What do you two think you’re doing?”
My hands work quickly to cover myself but it’s too late. Thatcher comes to a skidding halt in front of us.
“Thatcher,” I say on an exhale of breath. “It’s not what you think.”
My brother blinks. “It looks like you two were fucking in my club.”
Carter steps forward, buttoning his pants, and places himself in the middle. “Let’s just step outside and talk about this.”
Thatcher’s head snaps toward Carter. “You want to talk about fucking my little sister?” His hands clench into fists and even though I know what’s about to happen, I’m powerless to stop it. My brother lifts his arm, draws it back, and then lets his fist fly toward Carter’s gut before catching him along the jaw with his other fist. Carter stumbles back as Thatcher charges toward him.
“Stop!” I yell, lunging toward Thatcher. “Leave him alone.”
“Go home, Sparrow,” Thatcher growls through clenched teeth.
“No! I’m not a child. I don’t have to listen to you.”
His gaze lands on me, his eyes blazing. “You’re not a child? Didn’t I just catch you fucking my best friend in my club, where anyone could see you?” He huffs. “Maybe you’re not a child. Maybe you’re just a stupid whore.”
“Watch your mouth!” Carter snarls as he staggers to his feet. I glance toward him and see him cradling his jaw.
“It’s the truth, Carter.” Thatcher steps closer, his much larger frame invading my space. “You know I’m right, Sparrow. Didn’t you get yourself knocked up last year in Vegas because you opened your legs for a stranger? And now you’re doing it again for Carter.”