Page 22 of Daddy Protector (Night Ops Daddies #1)
Richie
The car tears through the rainy night, the forest a dark blur of pines and mist beyond the windshield, the safe house’s burning wreckage a fading glow in the rearview mirror.
“Why did they have to set fire to it?” I ask, shocked. “I know it wasn’t exactly my favorite place in the world, but…”
“I guess they’re showing us they mean business,” Cole replies. “But don’t worry. They won’t get that close to you again. You have my word on that, Richie.”
My heart hammers, adrenaline surging through me like a live wire, my hands trembling as I grip my backpack, Fizz and my otter book tucked safely inside.
Cole’s at the wheel, his jaw clenched, his dark eyes locked on the road with that unyielding Night Ops Guard focus, his hands steady despite the chaos we escaped.
The bullet that grazed past us, the grenade’s explosion, the safe house collapsing in flames… it’s all seared into my mind, too vivid, too close.
I was inches from being captured, maybe killed, the thought chilling me to the bone, a fear that claws at my chest. Yet, there’s a wild excitement too, a thrilling rush from surviving, from Cole’s quick thinking, his strength pulling us through.
My body hums, every nerve alive, the danger sharpening my senses, making the world feel raw and electric.
Why do I feel like this?
I could have died.
But Daddy saved me. And now I want to repay him…
As my mind conjures all kinds of scenarios and things I could do to please my Daddy and give him something in return for saving my life, I can see that Cole is deep in thought. He might have both hands on the wheel, but his mind is elsewhere…
“We’re not going to the other safe house,” Cole says, his tone heavy with certainty. “If they found the first one, the second could be compromised too. Too risky. Way too risky, in fact.”
Cole glances at me, then checks the rearview for tails, his movements precise.
“We’re heading to a motel, about an hour and a half out,” Cole says, his voice calm and measured. “Off the grid, low profile. We’ll regroup there. I’ll get in touch with Henry and Kash, see what they have to say. And I’ll reach out to your father too, just to let him know that you’re okay.”
I nod, my throat tight, trusting his judgment implicitly.
The idea of another safe house being breached twists my stomach. But Cole’s calm, his Daddy resolve as tough as steel. He’s my protector, my shield, and I know he’ll keep me safe.
The rain batters the windshield, the wipers’ rhythmic swish the only sound as we drive, the miles stretching into a tense, quiet haze.
I’m still scared. The fear lingers, a shadow of what could’ve happened… being taken, losing Cole, losing Pop… but that adrenaline spark keeps it at bay, fueling a boldness, a need to hold onto this moment, to feel alive with Cole beside me.
I steal a glance at him, his rugged features softened by the dashboard’s glow, and my heart aches with how much I want him, not just as my Daddy but as something more, something I can’t quite put into words.
An hour and a half later, the truck pulls into the gravel lot of a motel, a flickering neon sign buzzing Vacancy in red and blue, casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement.
The place is pure roadside cliché… squat, single-story, with peeling beige paint and a row of weathered doors under a sagging awning.
The air smells of motor oil, damp earth, and a faint mustiness, like the motel’s been standing here, forgotten for decades.
“Are we in a movie?” I ask, mentally ticking off each and every stereotype.
“Ha, right,” Cole replies, a hint of a smile on his face. “Hopefully it’s a movie with a happy ending is all I’ll say.”
The pair of us laugh and it feels like the first moment of levity since the escape from the safe house. I’m not complaining either – suddenly it feels like there’s a closer bond between us, something deeper.
Cole parks, grabs our bags, and leads me to the office, where a bored clerk with a stained shirt hands over a key, barely looking up from his phone. We head to room 12, the door creaking as Cole unlocks it, and step inside, the rain’s patter following us.
“Yup, it is what it is,” Cole chuckles.
“I kinda like it,” I reply, smiling.
The motel room is small, basic, another classic stereotype brought to life. A double bed dominates the space, its floral bedspread faded to a dull pink, the pillows thin and lumpy under scratchy cases.
A chipped nightstand holds a rotary phone, its cord tangled, and a lamp with a crooked shade, its bulb casting a dim, amber light that barely reaches the corners.
The carpet is threadbare brown, stained in patches, and the walls are clad in wood-paneled wallpaper, peeling at the edges, revealing cracked plaster.
A small TV perches on a dresser, its antenna bent, next to a mirror speckled with age spots. The bathroom door is ajar, showing cracked white tiles, a shower with a mildewed plastic curtain, and the faint drip of a leaky faucet.
A single window, framed by heavy, moth-eaten curtains, looks out on the lot, the rain’s rhythm muffled but persistent. It’s a far cry from the safe house’s cozy warmth, but it’s shelter, a temporary haven, and with Cole’s presence, it feels like enough.
“Are we safe here?” I ask. “This place isn’t exactly wired for security like the safe house.”
“True,” Cole replies. “But no one knows we’re here. And the element of surprise counts for a lot in this game. Believe me, I’ve stayed in enough motels on Ops to know that.”
I watch as Cole sets our bags on the bed, his movements deliberate, and turns to me, his dark eyes searching my face, concern etching his features.
“Tell me, boy. Is everything okay?” Cole asks, his voice soft but weighted, the Daddy in him checking on his Little after the night’s terror, his care a lifeline in the chaos. “What happened back there was pretty damn intense. It’s okay if you’re feeling any kind of way right now.”
I meet his gaze, and a charge of passion surges through me, fierce and undeniable, ignited by the adrenaline, the fear, the trust I’ve placed in him.
The kiss in the truck, his calling it a mistake, it’s all there, but now I see the man who saved me, who bathed me, who spanked my butt when I needed it, and I want him more than ever.
“I’m more than okay. But I want something,” I say, my voice low, trembling with intensity, my body alive with need. I step closer, my heart pounding, feeling our connection—Daddy and Little, warrior and boy—and I know more than ever what I want to happen next. “Daddy, I want you.”
I feel my heart skip a beat as Cole steps closer to me.
All of a sudden, his hands are resting on my hips and his body is pressed up against mine.
“Are you sure?” Cole asks, his voice gruff and a look of hunger in his eyes. “You need to be sure. I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m sure,” I reply, my voice trembling but every inch of my body telling me that I want Cole, and I want him to make me his.
Before either one of us knows what’s happening, we’re on the bed, our lips locked and our tongues swirling in one another’s mouths. This isn’t like the kiss in the car, this is something else, on a whole other level.
As Cole grips my waist and pulls me even closer, I can feel his cock pressing up against me and it feels every bit as long and thick as I’d imagined it would.
I’m rock-hard too, and everything inside me is telling me that this is right. I don’t know how I’ll feel later, but in this moment I know that I want nothing else.
“Daddy… I want your cock,” I say, pulling away from the kiss for a moment. “I want you inside me. Please. I need it. I need you .”
Cole doesn’t reply. Instead he pulls off his t-shirt and unbuckles his belt, his jeans following soon after. At the same time, I whip my t-shirt off and wriggle my way out of my trousers and briefs too.
It all feels like a blur and part of me wishes I could slow things down and savor each and every moment.
But this is a moment of pure passion.
We both want each other. And we’ve always wanted one another, despite the obvious complications. But whatever was stopping us from taking this step before doesn’t exist in this moment.
“In your mouth,” Cole grunts, removing his briefs to reveal his Daddy dick in the flesh. “Show me how much you want to please me.”
Cole’s manhood is even bigger than I’d thought it was and as I move in close I momentarily worry how I’m going to be able to get it inside me. But for now, I only need to focus on fitting it inside my mouth.
I begin by licking around the width of the wide, chunky head, the salty taste immediately making my cock throb even harder than it already was.
Soon enough, I’m opening wide and swallowing the first three inches of Cole’s cock, and then the next three inches, and then finally, all the way down to the base.
“Good boy, now work that mouth,” Cole growls, placing a firm but guiding hold on the back of my head and working along with me as I begin to bob and bounce my mouth up and down Cole’s thick, throbbing slab of Daddy meat.
As I’m sucking and slurping, I reach around and place my hands on Cole’s big, strong buttocks.
They feel manly in a way that I’ve never encountered in a Daddy before.
I watched Cole workout back at the safe house, and now I can feel first hand just how much work has gone into building this incredible ass.
But just as I’m beginning to work my mouth and tongue into a frenzy, Cole pulls back. With a string of saliva hanging from my mouth, I look up and see that my Daddy is like a wolf, ready to devour his prey.
Instinctively, I lie back on the bed and part my legs.
Briefly, Cole is towering over me, his wet, rock-hard cock looking every inch as deadly a weapon as the kind that Cole has stored in the motel room, just next to the door.
And as Cole lowers his weight onto me, hooks my legs back, and pins me in place, I feel every inch the submissive Little that I’ve always known I am. I’m giving my body to a rare, real, and truly dominant Daddy and it feels absolutely natural and the right thing to do.
“Try to keep your voice down,” Cole says, a look of sheer lust in his eyes as he pushes his thick cock up against my ass, slowly but surely easing himself inside me.
I gasp and let out a moan, low but animalistic.
As my ass gradually allows Cole to fill and stretch me, I start to moan louder an louder. There wasn’t much time to prep, but Cole’s wet cock and my willing ass are making it work. And it feels incredible. But obeying Cole’s command to keep my voice down isn’t going to be so easy, that’s for sure.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I say in between moans as Cole starts to work his cock rhythmically, filling me in a way that I’ve never experienced before with anyone else. “I c-c-c-can’t help it.”
“You’re good for now,” Cole answers, holding his dick deep inside, working my G-spot to perfection and making my legs tremble. “But if you need to go louder, grab that pillow and muffle yourself.”
I nod, moaning harder as Cole simply keeps his cock deep inside me, bringing me to a long, quivering orgasm as I shoot wave after wave of cum ups onto mine and Cole’s chest as he rocks himself back and forth inside me.
“I need the pillow!” I groan, reaching over and covering my face with the plump pillow and letting out a loud, animalistic groan as my orgasm sends shockwaves over my entire body.
After the first wave of the orgasm passes, I toss the pillow off my face and look up to see Cole’s handsome Daddy face looking back at me. I might have cum, but it’s clear by just how hard his cock still is that Cole isn’t done yet.
“Now it’s time to make these cheeks clap,” Cole says, pulling out of me and flipping me onto all fours. “I’ve spanked this ass enough times to know how well it moves.”
“ Mmmph ,” I moan, my willing ass taking Cole inside me from behind, the new angle almost resetting my orgasm and making me ready to cum all over again. “Hard. I want it hard. And rough. Fuck me like a Night Ops Guard.”
I almost can’t believe what I’m saying, but there’s something about Cole that both scares me and makes me feel safe, like I can truly be myself and let go of all my inhibitions.
And Cole doesn’t need asking twice either.
Before I can gather my thoughts, I feel Cole gripping my thighs and thrusting his dick deep inside me and back out, my butt shaking and clapping in time with his movements.
“Around my neck, Daddy,” I cry out, feeling myself rapidly approaching another orgasm as my cock hardens once more and Cole pounds my butt from behind. “ Mmmph . Harder.”
As Cole places his strong hands around my neck and squeezes, I feel my ass quiver and I cum harder than the first time, my entire body spasming and collapsing underneath me as Cole fucks me hard and fast, shooting his seed deep inside me as we both climax in unison.
“Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I say, barely able to function as Cole finishes off his final strokes and allows me to collapse in a heap on the bed. “That was… wow.”
“It takes two,” Cole answers, his breathing heavy as he lies next to me and draws me in close next to him so we can recuperate together. “That was… the best.”
I giggle, barely able to speak, dizzy in post-orgasmic bliss.
Maybe it was the terror of the safe house attack, the way Cole saved me, or perhaps it’s simply his incredible Daddy cock… but I’ve never had sex like that before. And it’s not even close. A run-on double orgasm… wow.
Just… wow .
As I shut my eyes and drift off to sleep, it feels like a final box has been checked.
Cole might just be the man I want to call Daddy… Forever .
But that’s if we both live long enough to make it out of this together…