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thirty-one

Cole

When the reception ends, Rory and I say our goodbyes separately before meeting in the hallway and heading off to the elevator. Thanks to it being nearly midnight now, we end up alone in the elevator car.

“You’re on the fourteenth floor, right?” I ask, finger hovering over the button.

“Wait, let’s go to your room,” she says, grabbing my wrist to stop me.

“Okay…” I reply, instead pressing the button for floor fifteen. “You know my room looks the same as yours, right?”

“I know,” Rory sighs. “But my dad kind of has it in his head that I’m seeing someone.” My eyes widen in fear. “No, he doesn’t know it’s you. Don’t worry. But if we’re not in my room, he can’t accidentally interrupt us or anything. He doesn’t know what room you’re staying in.”

“My room it is then.” Once the car starts moving, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me, chest to chest. “We’ll make sure your dad doesn’t find out.”

“I know.”

Her smile is sweet before I capture her lips with mine, kissing her gently. But when she lightly moans against my mouth, there isn’t a gentle bone left in my body.

“You really are Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you? I haven’t even touched you, and you’re moaning against my lips. You’re just ready for me to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I want you, Cole. So fucking bad.”

“You want me to fill up that tight cunt with my cum, Rory girl? Want it to drip out of your pussy and down your legs?” I palm her ass, and my hardness presses between us.

“God, yes,” she moans, throwing her head back. I latch onto her neck, lightly nipping her skin as she grinds against me.

When the elevator doors open, we run off. I take her hand in mine and all but drag her to my room. Once we cross the threshold and I kick the door shut behind us, we’re in a frenzy.

Her hands are working the buttons of my vest and shirt as mine slide under the skirt of her dress, bunching up the fabric as I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist, pinning her against the wall.

“Weddings really work you up, huh?” I murmur against her lips.

“You work me up. You in a vest with your shirt sleeves rolled up, showing off your forearms and tattoos? God, you don’t know how hot you look right now.”

“You’re great for the ego, baby.” My fingers slide under the waistband of the lace under her dress, though there doesn’t seem to be much of it there.

“I’m great for head, too,” Rory teases, pupils blown as she looks at me with fire in her eyes. She slides a hand between our bodies, cupping my dick over my pants.

“Fuck,” I groan, grinding into her hand. “Is that what you want? You want to get on your knees and choke on my thick cock? Suck the cum right out of me so I can paint your goddamn throat?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

My dick jumps, and she smiles as she feels it against her hand.

I never in my life thought I’d want to be called Daddy by a partner, but as I learned last night, it makes me fucking feral for her.

I set her down on the floor before shedding my vest and shirt and tossing them to the ground. “On your knees.” She quickly obeys, my obedient little slut.

Rory stares up at me through long lashes, breathing heavily, waiting for her next order. And I won’t be one to keep a lady waiting.

I unzip my slacks and hook my thumbs under the waistband of both those and my boxers. Looking her right in the eyes, I push them to the ground, letting them pool around my ankles as I say, “Suck Daddy’s cock.”

Rory’s hand is around my shaft before I can even comprehend what’s happening. She leans forward and spits, spreading it down before closing her lips around the head.

“Fuuuck . That’s it, baby.” I lean forward and brace my hands against the wall to steady myself.

She swipes her tongue over my tip, licking up the precum already leaking out. My hips buck as she teases the sensitive flesh on the underside of my head, and she smirks around me.

“You like that, huh? You like how I can’t contain myself around you? How you make me so fucking desperate for you that a light swipe of your tongue has me wanting to explode?”

Rory moans with her mouth still full of me, and I can feel the vibrations down my dick. Thank fuck she’s already attracted to me because my lack of stamina around her is honestly embarrassing.

“Do you have any idea how hot that mouth is, baby girl? So wet and warm. You are so goddamn perfect . So fucking pretty on your knees.”

She bobs her head, taking me in further, stroking my shaft in tandem as she moves her other hand to cup my balls.

Fuck, she’s good at this. I feel jealousy surge at the thought of Rory having done this for other guys, but I’m the one she’s with now. It’s my dick she’s sucking, and I’m one happy motherfucker to be the recipient of her mind-altering talent.

She hollows out her cheeks and takes me in a little deeper.

“Shit, you’re too good at this. I’m close. Keep sucking and make Daddy come.”

I keep one hand on the wall behind her and bring the other to the back of her head, holding it steady as I start thrusting into her mouth. My release is so close that I know this won’t take long.

My breathing is as erratic as my thrusts as Rory chokes around me. When she teases her tongue on the bottom of my head again, I fall apart.

“Oh, Rory, fuck!” I yell as I release right into her mouth. With a heavy breath, I say, “Don’t swallow yet. Open your mouth and let me see.”

The look on her face is anything but angelic as she slowly parts her lips and sticks out her tongue, showing me the pool of cum.

My cum.

Fucking hell, that’s hot.

“Swallow,” I command, and she swallows all of it down. I watch her throat bob as she does, and I swear I’m ten seconds away from being hard again.

My head rests against the wall as Rory stands up and drapes her arms around my neck. “God, you taste so good, Cole.”

“Bed. Now.”

I probably sound like a caveman with the way I can’t form a complete sentence. I’m still coming down from my high, but if I don’t feel her or taste her in the next sixty seconds, I’ll go out of my fucking mind.

Rory’s gaze is teasing and sultry as she walks backward to the bed. I finally step out of my pants and join her, pushing her down onto the mattress as I brace my arms on either side of her.

She leans up and kisses me, swirling her tongue with mine as I tease one hand up her inner thigh.

“Cole…” she moans as I slide her panties to the side and run my finger along her slit.

“Goddamn, you’re soaked. You been this wet all night? Were you this wet when our friends were getting married, or is it just from sucking me off?” Her only response is a heavy breath as I tease my finger over her entrance. I nip her collarbone. “I asked you a question.”

“Your dominant side is so sexy,” Rory says. “If you want my answer, though…” She runs her tongue up my neck before brushing her lips against my ear. “I wasn’t this wet at the wedding.”

“No. Daddy’s little slut needs my cock, doesn’t she? I bet you could come just from sucking me.”

Rory smiles at me deviously. “We both know you could come by taking care of me.”

She’s feisty, and I’m so fucking obsessed.

I place my finger under her chin, looking into her deep brown eyes. “Backtalk will get you punished, baby girl. I’ll bend you over my knee if you keep that up.”

She bites her lip. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

God, this woman is straight out of my fucking fantasies.

I tsk her, expressing my disapproval. “If you want to come, you need to behave. Daddy wants a good girl tonight.”

She stares at me wide-eyed, but she’s the one who started this. If she wants to play, we’ll fucking play.

I lean closer to her, ghosting my lips over hers. “Are you going to be my good girl, Rory?”

Her voice is soft and innocent as she replies. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be so good for you.”

“That’s right, you will.” I slide her panties down her legs, leaving her bare underneath her dress. “Get your head on the pillows and spread your legs.”

Rory quickly obeys, her head hitting a pillow as she spreads her legs wide open and hikes up her dress, giving me the perfect view of that glistening pussy.

The sight of her arousal has my dick forgetting that I just came from the best blow job of my life as I can already start to feel my blood rushing south again.

I move over to her, leaning on top of her. I brace myself on one arm as I take the other and push down the top of her dress, freeing her perfect tits. “I fucking love these,” I say, squeezing as she lightly moans. “Gonna fuck them one day. Then I can cover your face in my cum.”

“Mmm,” she breathes. “I want that.”

“Good. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to fill up your perfect pussy, but we need to get you ready for my cock first.” Without warning, I push two fingers inside, and Rory gasps. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Were you ever with a man?”

“Just… boys…” she mutters between labored breaths as I start pumping my fingers.

“Well, you have me now,” I say, slipping a third finger inside her slick heat. “And I know how to take care of your needy cunt. Once my fingers get you ready for me, I’ll fuck all of that care right into you.”

“Please,” she moans as her pussy starts to flutter around me. Fingers and dirty talk, and she’s already getting close to falling apart.

“You don’t have to beg. Daddy is here to take care of you exactly the way you need. Going to make you come first, though. Play with your clit while I fuck you with my fingers. Show me how you touch yourself.”

“I usually use a toy for that.”

“I need you to show me that sometime. Right now, though, put your finger on your clit. Need to feel you clench around my fingers.”

Rory quickly obeys, slipping her hand between her legs. She makes small circles over her clit as I keep working her with my fingers. We fall into a good rhythm, working in tandem to help her reach her peak.

Her breathing is heavy, interspersed with deep moans, and it has my dick so fucking hard. I’m addicted to every sound she makes.

When I curl my fingers inside her, she cries out. “Fuck! I’m close, Cole.”

“I know you are,” I murmur against her lips. “I can feel you fluttering around me. Be a good girl, and let go.”

I hook my fingers again, and she shatters like glass.

“Cole!” she screams, the sound echoing around the room. “Oh God…”

I capture her lips with mine, kissing her slowly and sloppily as I work her through her orgasm. When she catches her breath, I slip my fingers out of her and bring them straight to my mouth, licking them clean.

“I’ve never seen anything prettier than you when you come, Rory girl. And knowing I’m that one that did that to you?” I let out a breath. “You have no idea what that does to me. Now, lose the dress and get on your hands and knees.”

Rory moves quickly, shimmying her dress down her body until she’s bare in front of me. When she gets into position, I stand on my knees behind her, cock in hand, as I stroke myself.

I tease my head through the arousal still seeping out of her. “Still so wet. So ready for me.”

“Yes,” she says, looking back at me. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I look up at the ceiling and groan, mentally taming myself. Rory rubs her ass against me as I do, urging me on.

I pull my hand back and bring it right down on her cheek. “Behave, baby girl. You’ll get my cock when you’ve earned it.” I rub my hand over her, soothing the redness showing on her skin. I knead her ass before retaking hold of my shaft, rubbing my head against her clit. “Are you going to behave, Rory?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” I mutter before pushing inside, sliding in more than halfway on one thrust with how slick she is. “Goddamn, baby. You always feel so good.”

“You… too…” she says between moans as I thrust into her again, sliding in to the hilt. “You make me feel so good.”

“That’s all I want, Rory girl. I love getting to make you feel good.”

I pick up my pace, slamming into her. I grip my hands on her ass to steady myself so I can keep us from falling over. When I spread my hand over her, my finger brushes against her other hole, and I hear her suck in a breath.

“No one’s taken you there, have they?”

“No…” she breathes.

“Then I’ll be the first,” I assert, delirious at the thought of sinking into her tight ass.

I press my finger against her hole gently, and she gasps. I stop thrusting for the moment. “That might… hurt,” she admits.

“Do you trust me, Rory?”

She looks back at me, brown eyes searching for mine. “Yes. Completely.”

“Then relax. This is going to feel good. I promise.”

She bites her lips and mulls it over. “Okay,” she finally says, and I smile, loving her trust in me and willingness to try something new.

I slip my dick out and slide my finger inside, coating it in her arousal before using that as lubrication when I bring my finger back to her tight hole.

I press in slowly, only sliding in to my second knuckle so I don’t hurt her. “How does that feel?”

“It’s… different,” she says softly. “I like it.” I keep my finger in place as I slip my cock back inside her. “Oh God, Cole…”

I watch myself slide in and out of her, mesmerized by the way she takes me. “God, I wish you could see yourself right now, baby. Every inch of my cock filling up your tight cunt, and my finger in your ass. You’re a goddamn vision.”

“Record me some time then. Let me see how well I take you.”

My dick twitches as I continue thrusting into her. “Fucking count on it. Give me something to watch when you’re not with me.”

Rory starts meeting my thrusts as we both seek our second orgasms of the night. She starts teasing her clit as I move faster.

“Trying to get yourself off? Trying to make me come by squeezing my cock and milking me dry? That what you want to do?”

“Yes,” she moans, hardly able to keep herself steady. “Give me your cum, Daddy.”

I slam into her, hitting what I’ve learned is her favorite spot. Rory cries out as her pussy spasms around me.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes!”

That’s all I need. I come on a roar, releasing deep inside her wet cunt.

I remove my finger from her as we collapse onto the bed, both breathing heavily.

When Rory rolls onto her back, I sit up, putting my hand between her legs and watching my cum leak out of her.

“Goddamn, Starlight. You’re so full of me. So full of my cum.”

Rory brings my face closer to hers before kissing me. “Good,” she whispers. “That’s exactly where I want your cum, Cole. Inside me.”

I descend my mouth on hers again, tongues dancing together as I run my hands over her perfect body.

I can’t remember the last time I had an actual girlfriend. Even those relationships, though, were so shallow.

Nothing like this.

We’ve been together officially for only a day, but we’ve been falling for nearly four years.

The connection between us—both in and out of the bedroom—is so deep.

The more time we spend together, the deeper that connection grows, already starting to blossom into something beautiful.

If this continues, there’s no way Skip doesn’t find out eventually.

But I don’t care.

He can think whatever he wants, but he’ll never know just how perfect his daughter is for me.

I hope I can make him see that I’m perfect for her, too.