Page 13 of Daddy's Good Girl

“Yes,” I mewl.“I’d love to have your seed in me, Daddy.Anywhere, anytime.I think it’ll be good for me.”

“It’lldefinitelybe good for you,” Rick says in a throaty tone.“Good girls always benefit from Daddy’s seed in their bodies.But seeing how you’re so eager, you can earn your first bonus now if you like.”

“How?”I breathe, my eyes going wide.“What do I have to do?I want to.”

He chuckles, and then fumbles behind his back for a moment before pulling out a giant black dildo.“We need to get you started on the shot first before going bareback for real, but this guy doesn’t require any kind of contraception at all.Would you like to feel him raw and unprotected, sweetheart?In your pussy, mouth, and ass?Do you think you could fit him between those sweet ass cheeks?”

I gape because the dildo has to be at least ten inches long, and massively girthy with articulated veins running up and down the rubber shaft.But my mouth fills with saliva as my insides gush with need.

“Yes Daddy,” I breathe, staring at the thick black toy.“I’d love to try accommodating him.Can we start now?”

Rick chuckles deep in his chest before nodding, those blue eyes flashing with lust.

“We can start anytime you like, sweetheart.Now, get down on all fours, Jenna, because it’s time to earn your first bonus.”

Then everything goes haywire because I want to please my man.Rick is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and I love that he’s generous, kind, and adoring, while also being filthy and dominant in the bedroom.I’ll do anything to make the alpha male happy ...including deep play with a black toy that soon has me whining and panting as I’m stretched to the limits.

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Rick

Shit, I’m so fucked.I stare moodily at the drink in front of me, oblivious to everyone else at the bar.I’m utterly screwing up my life, and yet I can’t stop.

“Yo bud, what’s up?”my friend Logan greets, interrupting my train of thought as he takes the bar stool next to me.“You look like someone ran over your dog.Or ran over your mom?Wait, is that good or bad?”

I snort, greeting my friend.

“Yo, my mom’s been dead for years and it’s most definitely a good thing.”

My friend laughs while signaling to the bartender.

“So what’s the prob then?Your mom’s gone, you make a shit ton of money, life is good.You’re still using that site, Sweet Lies, right?So there’s a shit ton of pussy too.”

I shake my head, squeezing the bridge of my nose like I feel a migraine coming on.

“No, I got off Sweet Lies.”

Logan’s black brows rise as a beer is placed in front of him.

“No way.I thought you were addicted to that service.Like you were never going to bother with a girlfriend, or even dating, because you could order women off a menu.”

“Yeah, I know,” I say in a tired gaze.“But I met a woman, and then boom!Now we’re in a relationship.”

Logan’s eyes practically bug out of his head.He’s a handsome motherfucker with dark hair, blue eyes and the build of a lumberjack, but the asshole is actually some kind of crypto billionaire.Nonetheless, no one can look good when their eyes are practically falling out of their head, my buddy included.He lets out a low whistle.

“Wow,” he remarks.“I thought you’d sworn off women forever.Like you were using girls from that site two or three times a week.Or maybe every night.It was fucking unreal how much money you were spending.”

“Yeah, I know, and she’s from the site too.But somehow, I got hooked, and now we’re practically living together.”

Logan’s jaw is on the table now.

“Are you fucking with me?”

“No,” I say in a dry tone.“She stays at my house most nights of the week.I know, it’s so domestic.”

He whistles.

“So what’s the problem?Is she already acting like you’re married?Bossing you around, and making lists?Nagging?Or let me guess – the sex has already gone bad.It’s boring, stale, and it’s like fucking your mom.You’ve got to kick her out, my man.You can’t live like this—”