Page 38 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

“Tell me you’re very sorry for the angst you’ve caused Daddy,” I instruct her, my hands vibrating from the words leaving me.

Finally—I finally have this. I watch my hand make slow circles over her bare cheek.

I bear lines of age, color from more years under this California sun, a tuft of dark hair on each knuckle, a scar on the top of my hand from when I was nineteen.

Her ass is smooth, without a single mark or scar, youthful and vibrant in comparison.

“I’m sorry for lying to you Daddy, about Cadence. I lied from love, and it will never happen again,” she murmurs, lifting her ass, searching for my hand. I strike her again, earning me a high-pitched squeal.

She is going to understand why that lie requires more than a swat to move on from. But until then, I lean over, pushing her hair behind her ear to make room for my promises. “You will never lie to me again, sweetheart, because if you do, it will be the last thing you do under my roof.”

She nods, playing along, yet she has no idea that in the span of an afternoon I’ve gone from rejecting what we built to moving her the hell into my house.

She’ll know when she needs to know.

Briar played with me, whether it was divisive to get me to fall for her or not, she played with me.

She has to understand that Daddy gives exactly what he gets.

“I promise I won’t ever lie to you again, Daddy.”

Still, I swat her again, and this time, she recoils, her ass so raw and sore that she’s at her limit. She’s new to my discipline, and we’ll work toward extending and pushing her limits. In time. Today, that’s all.

Pulling herself up, she straddles my hips, a knee on each side of my waist, and brings her hands to my face.

“I took your punishment.” She kisses me, sweeping her tongue along mine, filling my mouth with moans, infusing me with a tightness behind my ribs, and a flare of desire in my groin. “Now may I please be rewarded?”

If I could make her wait, draw it out as another form of punishment, I would.

Her pull is relentless, and I’ve tried to resist. I’m done fighting—she is mine, and I belong to her, too.

“Get on your back, in the middle of your bed.”

She scrambles to her rightful place, pressed up on her elbows, hands cupping her breasts.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I kick off my boots and strip out of my jeans.

After shrugging out of my dress shirt, I yank my tee off and step out of my boxers, then socks.

Naked, a day of sweat and stress all over my skin, hair mussed from fatigue, I stand tall at the foot of her pink, ruffled bed, watching with rapt focus as her knees fall apart.

Heaven, that’s what she shows me between her thighs, pink and wet, almost hairless, blonde curls neatly trimmed into a small strip on her groin.

It’s not the first time seeing her—hell, I’ve been inside of her. I’ve emptied a few days worth of cum into her body. But seeing her splayed out against the pink bedding is different.

“You’re mine, Briar. Do you understand that?

What that means?” I stroke my cock, letting precum drip freely, leaving dark circles on her pink bedding.

She swallows, and between her legs, her cunt glistens.

She’s growing more and more aroused by the moment, and that fact has me gripping my cockhead, staving off the impending orgasm bolting down my spine.

She nods. “I’m yours.”

I tug on the heavy balls beneath my shaft, groaning when her eyes follow the movement.

“That’s right. You’re mine. If you want to be a whore and a slut and shamelessly throw yourself at another man—or boy, in today’s case—then you will face the most severe punishment.

” I knee my way onto the bed and pin her to the mattress with my arms and legs.

“I’m the only man who gets these tits,” I tell her, lowering my mouth to her tit, sealing my lips on her peanut butter areola.

Sucking her nipple, her spine arches off the bed, and she sifts her fingers gently along the side of my scalp.

“And this pussy,” I continue, stalking down her body, hooking her knees over my shoulders.

I press my lips to her cunt, smooth and perfect, her lips the perfect shape for my mouth.

She moans when I kiss her there, and when I suck her clit between my teeth and move it around gently, she slaps at my shoulders, crying out my name.

“Oh god, West, yes, lick me there, like that, yes, yes, right there.”

I lift my head, keeping it right above her honey sweet pussy. “What did you call me?” There’s a time and place for me to be West, and yeah, one of those times and places will be the bedroom.

But not this bedroom. And not today.

“Da–” She tries to answer. An attempt is made. But I’m over her face, shoving my cock down her throat before she can manage to apologize. Using the pads of my thumbs, I swipe her tears away as I gag her with my cock, facefucking her as deep as she can take it.

“Ah, baby, you’ll learn,” I tell her, struggling to keep my eyes open so I can watch her take every inch.

Her teeth scrape gently, but her watery eyes and saliva covered chin are so sexy.

She’s working so hard to pleasure me, and she makes me so proud.

“Now, if I let you have your mouth back, will you open your legs for Daddy?”

She nods, yet when I pull my hips back, she whimpers, her little moan diffusing through my shaft and balls. I stroke her hair off her face tenderly. “Gotta give it back if you want it inside you,” I remind her, and with a pop, she releases me.

Balancing my weight on my elbows above her, I reach between us, aligning my cock with her slit, need glazed in her eyes.

“It’s not the first time anymore, but it’s still going to hurt,” I tell her, using my softest, most private tone.

She winces as I push the first few inches inside, having to stall a moment to gather myself.

“Fucking tight, baby. Your tight little pussy is strangling my cock. Fuck, I can hardly move!”

She strokes her fingernails down the back of my neck, gently, causing gooseflesh to rise up in the wake of her touch.

Her lips brush against mine, a fleeting spark that ignites between us.

She parts her thighs, a slow, deliberate invitation, her gaze locked on me—eyes shimmering with a fierce blend of adoration and raw need .

I nod, assuring her that we’ll make it all fit again, that I’ll make her feel good.

Her shoulders tense beneath me. “What if I’m too sore to take it all?

” Her lip trembles, and I kiss her to make it stop.

Unraveling Briar is hot, but upset Briar stops my world.

“I want to take it all for you, Daddy,” she cries, real tears streaking down her flushed cheeks with the vulnerable admission.

I stroke my hands through her hair, pressing reassuring kisses to the tip of her nose, to her forehead, to her lips.

“Shh, you’re gonna take every inch. Don’t worry about that.

You’re gonna take all of it, and I’m gonna come inside you, and in a month, we’ll see if you can give Daddy a baby.

Do you think you can do that? Keep those legs open and hold still for me. ”

She nods her head, a smile stitching her lips out of nowhere. “Yes, please, I want that. I want that so much,” she breathes, her eyes wide and sparkling.

Sinking the last bit of myself inside, our eyes both flutter closed, and we pass a groan of pleasure between our mouths in a hot, wet kiss. Her heart races, thudding so hard that I can feel it against mine as we lie chest to chest, my cock throbbing motionless in her pussy.

I give her another movement-free moment to adjust, then press her knees to her either side of her head, take a spot on my knees, and proceed to fuck her hard.

My entire body is slick with sweat. The bed screams to high heaven, and the floor creaks. My knee pops as Briar’s wild panting floods the room. Her tits slap together with a gentle whap as my brain grows fuzzy from the moans of her pleasure and the whimpers of her release.

She clenches, milking my cock for everything as she comes in wild, unabashed waves, her orgasm so strong she drags me over the edge with her.

“Daddy, yes, yes, please, breed me, Daddy, I need it,” she moans, clawing at my shoulders, slapping at my pecs. “Make me pregnant, Daddy, please.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come, too, your little pussy is too good, too tight,” I breathe, thrusting faster, deeper, our bodies slapping as sweat drops from my head onto her cheek.

Her tongue darts out, collecting my sweat, breaking the very last tether to control. “That’s fucking hot,” I tell her, dropping my head to leave a hard bite on her nipple.

“Ah!” she moans, looking down at the marks I left behind. Briar blinks up at me, her blonde hair dry now, fuzzy around her face. She looks like a goddess, ethereal and beautiful and my chest squeezes at the sight of her. “Yes, please, Daddy, put a baby in my belly, I need it, I need you! ”

Her dirty talk and her tight pussy drag every last ounce from my balls, and I curse and groan, filling her up in hot pulses.

When we’re both nothing more than sweating, panting messes, I crawl off of her and rummage through her hall closet completely naked, my cock still coated in our mess, and find a towel.

After wetting it in the hall bathroom sink, I splash my face with cold water and return to her room.

Careful to not rub too roughly, I take special care as I sit between her legs and wipe up the mess I made. She’s swollen and tender, and the sight of my cum oozing from her between her thighs makes my heart race.

Briar sits up, glazed in sweat, eyes full of happiness.

“You just walked around my house completely naked,” she says, a smirk twitching at her lips.

I nod. “I know.” At her drawers, I find where she keeps her panties, and snag a white thong, returning to the bed to shimmy them up and on.

In her closet, I find a Bluebell Bruisers Cheer Camp T-shirt, and in her dresser I find a pair of boxer shorts, faded.

I hand her the clothing and she puts them on, no question, never even guiding me as I poked around her things.

After she’s fully dressed, I sit behind her on the bed, keeping her slender body taut between my spread legs.

“You aren’t worried about my dad coming home and…

seeing you here?” she asks as I begin braiding her hair, snagging an elastic from the night table.

Under, over, over, I repeat in my mind as I consider her question.

After I’ve wrapped the elastic at the end of her perfect braid, she turns on the bed, facing me with wide, doe eyes.

I place my hand on her cheek, and my cock gets thick as she nuzzles into my hand, pinching it between her face and shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.

“Your father had his chance to give you what you need.” I look around her room then find her eyes again. “This room is your special place, right? The only place where you can escape everything. Worries about money, life, everything, right?”

She nods, and I bring my curled knuckles under her chin, keeping her eyes on mine.

“He had his chance to be a good father, and from the looks of things, he failed. So had your father walked into his home today, no, I would not be worried, not for myself, at least.” I kiss her lips, and pull her into my lap, letting my words feather over her.

“I’d be worried for him, because the day I meet him is the day he pays for being so neglectful.

The thing is, I don’t think I’m gonna meet him anytime soon. ”

She sits up in my arms, and in that split second, I know in my heart that I won’t go back on this, I won’t go back on her. On my promises to her. On how I feel about her. On how I’ve felt about her for ages. “No?”

I shake my head. “You’re coming to live with me.”

She blinks at me, clearly confused. “I was just flirting with Austin to make you jealous…” she says, confusion spacing her words out.

I drape the end of her braid over her shoulder, and she begins nervously playing with it. “Briar, sweetheart, when you started talking to me on Veiled , what did you hope would happen?” I tip my forehead to hers in a moment of tenderness. “Don’t lie to Daddy.”

She swallows, still flicking the tips of her fingers over the end of her braid, self-soothing.

“I hoped that… Well, I guess my plan was to eventually get invited to your house. To show up at night, make love to you, and then, when you were in love with making love to me, reveal myself to you.” She stops fidgeting with her braid for a moment, nibbling the inside of her cheek instead.

“I knew I’d have a lot of groveling to do, but once we got past that, I envisioned us…

” Her cheeks fill with a rush of ruby, and I have to smooth my hands down her bare thighs to coax the rest from her.

“Talk to me, Briar. Hold nothing back. With Daddy, never hold anything back.”

She looks up at me, dragging the end of her braid mindlessly along her collarbone now. “I envisioned my entire life with you, West. It’s part of the reason why I never slept with Austin. I was saving myself for you.”

Whatever anger and resentment I hold in my heart for Briar will be resolved in time. For now, it’s time to put that behind us. Because I can’t sleep tonight knowing she’s here, in an empty house, being failed by the man who should never fail her.

I get dressed while she watches, then drag a bag from her closet. “You’re not living here anymore.”

She gets to her feet, too. “Seriously?”

“Briar, let me take care of you.” I swallow against the hesitation and nerves in my throat. It’s been years since I put myself on the line like this. “You deserve so much more, and I want to give it to you.”

We put the Kraft mac in the fridge, and Briar comes home with me.

Briar’s exhausted after getting to my place, and I end up carrying her from the truck to my bed. She never wakes. I pull covers over her legs and place cold tap water by her side of the bed. I undress and climb into bed next to her, my mind a place of a thousand thoughts.

Before drifting off, I set my alarm and navigate to a new tab in my internet browser. I glance over at her, curled into my bare chest, fair hair draped along my pillow. She smells so sweet, and she looks so fucking peaceful. So perfect, right where she is.

I fell in love with Briar on Veiled. I’ve been denying it since. I just have one last thing to do before I tell her how I feel.

It’s not enough that she chooses me. And she might be a little crazy, lowkey stalking me for a year before blackmailing IT guys to get to me. But knowing what I’m about to do to her, I kiss her head and close my eyes because…

We’re a perfect fit.