Daddy's Girl - All to Myself (Patreon)

Hey all. Not much to say about this scrap except that it's WAY bigger than the previous ones. Less of a snack and more a full blown meal. To give you an idea, it usually takes me an afternoon to edit one of these scraps but this big boy took nearly two days. Alright, so, enjoy!

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I had always been a man of simple pleasures. There weren't many things that I wanted and I had no desire to throw around money lavishly for no purpose. The only exception to this rule was when it came to my home.

There was nothing I loved more than to surround myself with the creature comforts of life without being too ostentatious and I took pride and pleasure in the beauty of the comfort zone I had created in my home. It was my safe place. The place where I could put my walls down and be myself–or whoever else I wanted to be–without having any worries of repercussions or judgment. For the longest time I was sure that my home was the only place I would ever find that would make me feel comfortable and serene.

All of that changed when Harper entered my life though. For the first time in as long as I could remember, the bubble of my comfort zone expanded to include any place that Harper happened to be at. Somehow, by her presence alone, I found that her mere presence brought me peace. As if she had become my new safe place suddenly.

That wasn't to say that I didn't still find serenity in my home–the carefully put together nest I had built over so many years–the only problem was that it felt hollow now. But when I woke up with Harper in my arms, feeling her warmth pressed firmly against me–her shoulders resting on my chest and her firm ass hugging my cock–the emptiness I usually felt when waking up was filled with a new, pleasant warmth that I had never known until now.

I reveled in this surprise gift that the god of irony had given with childlike glee while my hands traveled gently over Harper's skin, memorizing every curve that my palm traveled over while I smelled her hair and the skin at the crook of her neck. With my lips so close to her skin I couldn't help myself from laying kisses over every inch of Harper I could reach while my hips bumped against her ass with lazy thrusts. She only stirred a little in my initial exploration of her warm, soft body but when I began to get greedy–humping between her ass cheeks while I squeezed her breasts in my hands–she woke up pretty quick.

Harper was more than happy to turn her head and greet me with a passionate good morning kiss while she reached behind to guide my cock inside of her. We recreated the events that had transpired the night before and then again during the morning shower and one more time at breakfast.

I was a healthy guy who stayed in pretty good shape but Harper was a vixen who seemed determined to break me. It was only after reminding her of my promise to take her shopping that made her stop eyeing my cock long enough for me to suggest getting dressed. I hoped that if I put the temptation away she might stop looking at me like I was a piece of meat for five seconds. Out of sight, out of mind and all that.

Thankfully, my hunch paid off and Harper was more excited to go shopping than fuck for the fourth time before noon.

Harper had a blast leading me through the mall and showing me all the cute clothes that she could find. Flowery blouses, tight skinny jeans, skimpy dresses and even skimpier lingerie. By the time that we got back to my condo I was excited for the fashion show Harper promised to put on–and by then I had more than enough energy to peel off all the purchases I had paid for and take out the cost on her body with my tongue, hands and cock.

That was the second night that Harper stayed the night and slept in my bed with me but it was nowhere near the last. More than half the days over the next week Harper ended up at my house, wrestling me down to the bed or the couch or the floor or just about anywhere else that could hold us before we fucked ourselves to exhaustion and passed out in each other's arms. And on most of those occasions, Harper and I had done something together–dinner, a movie, more shopping or some other random excursion that Harper cooked up–before she dragged me home by the tie and had her way with me.

Despite the bad feelings I got when I would catch someone's else's cologne lingering on Harper's skin or when she kissed me in a different way than normal, I found that they were getting easier to push down. After all, I was winning. It was me that Harper was choosing to spend almost every minute outside of work with. Beyond the title, and commitment of exclusivity, Harper was practically my girlfriend.

As strange as these circumstances were, I was pretty happy with the arrangement I had with Harper. And I knew that I was happy because Ned and Tom rolled their eyes at me more often than not while Gerald sighed and shook his head half the time he saw me. On top of that, I was getting a lot more stares than usual from the women in my department.

At first I thought that I was just imagining things or that they were simply noticing my sharpened definition–I had been putting in more hours at the gym when I could find time to stay tight after noticing how much Harper liked appreciating my body–but after nearly a week of lingering glances and lower lip bites, I had an idea that I wasn't just making things up.

I was definitely sure about this turn from my more feminine colleagues when the most unexpected of things happened–Linda asking me out.

"Uh," I uttered and blinked in surprise after she had finished her pitch about going out to get dinner sometime.

"It's okay," Linda said and smiled. "I'm sure that you've got a lot going on. But, you know," she shrugged and her nose scrunched up in the cutest way, "think about it."

"Yeah," I said and nodded. "I definitely will."

Even though I'd just been inside of Harper twelve hours earlier, I was thinking about it. And I was still thinking about it on my lunch break three hours later while I sat in my car with Harper.

It would be kind of nice to go out on a normal date with a girl that actually wants to be with me and isn't afraid to admit it. The stability alone would be nice. And, I mean, I never really noticed it before but Linda is pretty cute. In that, 'maybe the librarian really is sexy under all that' kind of way.

I flicked my eyes over to Harper, poking at her salad with a wrinkle in her brow, before I turned my gaze out the window and hummed in thought.

But then there's Harper. Funny, playful, sexy Harper. My lips pulled up in a small smile. The girl who knows how to push buttons of mine that I didn't even know existed. The girl who fits against me perfectly when we cuddle. The one that always smells so good in the morning when I wake up with her under my chin. My smile dropped before I let out a heavy sigh. The one that will never be all mine.

"Something wrong, babe?" Harper asked and put a hand on my knee with a gentle squeeze.

My ears perked at the term of endearment that Harper used. It wasn't an uncommon thing for one or both of us to use cutesy names like that since our relationship changed but hearing it now was just a reminder of what I was weighing out. The chance at something real with someone that I could learn to love or staying on the edge of satisfaction without ever getting what I want with the person I truly desired.

"No," I grunted before I sat up straight and cleared my throat. "Just...thinking."

Harper cocked her head to the side and arched a manicured brow. "About?" she prompted.

"Well," I drawled and considered momentarily if I really wanted to tell Harper this. "Linda asked me out today."

"Linda? From payroll?" Harper asked incredulously while both of her brows lifted into her bangs. "She finally made her move, huh?"

"I guess so, yeah," I mumbled.

Harper let out an amused laugh before she hummed and slid her hand up from my knee to my inner thigh before squeezing the muscle sensually.

"So," Harper purred. "What did you tell her?"

"I didn't say anything," I muttered.

Harper's rubbing hand stopped before her brows furrowed over her narrowed eyes. "What do you mean?"

I looked over at her and shrugged. "I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything."

"Well, you obviously have to tell her sorry but no," Harper said before barking out a laugh. "You don't want to get her hopes up."

"I mean, I'm still considering it," I said and crossed my arms. "Linda's nice to me and she's kinda cute in that bookish sort of way."

Harper pulled her hand back from me as if she had just been scaled before tightly folding her arms over her chest in an unconscious imitation of my body language.

"You can't be serious," she snapped in a way that was strangely uncharacteristic of her.

My brows furrowed as I stared at Harper silently for a lingering second before I shook my head and asked, "Why not? We both agreed that this wasn't exclusive so, you know, why not?"

Harper opened her mouth before snapping it shut again with an audible click of her teeth. She flared her nostrils, let out a heavy breath and then, like the trained actress she was, she composed herself again with a terse smile.

"Yeah, you're right," she said in a voice that was much too casual to be believable. "None of my business."

"Yeah," I agreed weakly.

In all truth, I wanted it to be her business. I wanted her to be upset that another woman asked me out. I wanted her to prove that she was just as jealous as I was when I thought of her with other men. But in typical Harper fashion, she got over the situation too quickly to care. Or at least, that's how she was acting.

"So I heard they were gonna do some work on the second floor next week. You got the scoop on that by any chance?" Harper asked in a conversational way while she snapped the lid back on her salad and returned it back to its paper bag.

I told her I didn't and Harper nodded before she changed the topic to something else entirely. As if the tense little spat we had about my potential dating never happened. Almost as if Harper really didn't care at all.

***

There was a shift in mine and Harper's relationship after Linda asked me out.

It wasn't as bad as our first fallout, we were still talking and hanging out and fucking, but she hadn't been back to my place since. There was a distance she was putting between us, as if she were trying to put walls up to block out the natural intimacy we shared. On top of all that, when we did hang out or fuck, the smell of the others was almost always present now.

I guess that's what really convinced me to say yes to Linda. As much as I loved spending time with Harper–and loved fucking her even more–I couldn't stop the sick feeling in my gut when I knew that she was coming to see me after being with one of them. When I was the favorite it was one thing but now that I was just Harper's sloppy seconds, it didn't feel so good.

Besides. I reasoned with myself as I pulled my socks up while my hair, still wet from the shower, dripped little beads of water onto my hands. Just because I'm going out with Linda tonight doesn't mean that I can't still see Harper. Unless things get serious with her. Suppose I'll have to make a choice then but that's a problem for future Steven.

This blase thinking made my hand stall as I reached for my pants. I was never one to brush things, particularly important things, off so easily. Mix that in with the fact that I didn't give too many fucks about being in a relationship and it left me with an interesting mental predicament.

When did I decide that I wanted to date all of a sudden? I mean, I like Linda well enough and yes, I do think she’s sort of cute but I also think every woman is cute in their own way. When did I ever think that going out with her, a colleague of nearly nine years, was ever a good idea? And what would we even do anyways?

My brow furrowed as I stood and put on my slacks while my brain turned over the concept of a date with Linda. She’d probably want to do something low maintenance. Probably a movie. And then there would be conversation over the dinner she would expect. Upper class but not quite fine dining, just to show that I care enough without trying to show off.

A small grimace pulled at my lips as my sadistic imagination dove in deeper while my body continued to move on autopilot by reaching behind me to grab my belt and loop it through my slacks. The dates would get more sophisticated as time went on but they would always be boring. Art museums and indie musicians and all kinds of shit I can’t stand. And that’s not even the worst part...

I clenched my teeth and drew in a breath as my hands worked blindly to buckle my belt. It’ll be months before she'll even want to touch me, which is fine, but when she does it’ll only be in missionary. I’ll try to tell her the things that I really like but she’ll just shoot me down and make me feel bad. Just like Vanessa did. And Tammy. And Jocelyn.

I was practically sneering at the memory of my horrible ex girlfriends, one of many reasons why I was on a dating hiatus right now, as I stuffed my pockets full of the typical effects–wallet, phone, keys–and snatched my shirt off the bed before shoving my arms into it roughly.

It’s not like I’m expecting her to be Harper but, fuck, why is every girl that’s interested in me so fucking boring? Is it because I’m boring? Is that it?

"Fuck," I breathed before I ran both of my hands over my face.

This would be so much more fun if it was Harper that I was going on a date with. I thought with a wistful sigh as I sank down to sit on the edge of my bed with my face still in my hands. Harper would want to do something fun. Like go to a diner at midnight and play fuck, marry, kill with the late night patrons. Or setting up a tent in the camping section of a department store and seeing how long we could hide before we got caught.

My lips pulled up in a grin, all thoughts of Linda and the night still ahead of me forgotten as I recalled mine and Harper’s first date.

It was so cute seeing her bounce around the mall. Watching as she fawned over all the cute prints of dresses and the newest lacy lingerie. How she would give me those big puppy dog eyes and mention the two for one sale as she held up both of the dresses she wanted to buy, even after I had specifically told her to only pick one.

Both of my hands slipped down and away from my face before resting on my knees. It was worth it for the fashion show that followed though. How she would strip down to nothing before putting on some of the new lingerie I bought just to tease me until she decided to cover herself again. It was even better when it was time to change though... Getting behind her and cupping her tits through her dress or grabbing her clitty through her panties with a soft squeeze before I helped her ease out of the old outfit and slip into something new.

I could feel my cock stirring in my pants as I recalled how the fashion show had ended before Harper had even gone through half the things I bought for her. Neither of us could hold back anymore. There was just too much electricity not to give into our cravings for each other.

Harper always takes care of me in all the right ways. I’ve never had found such impeccable sexual chemistry with anyone before so it wouldn’t even be fair to try and compare her and Linda in that department.

Just the thought of Linda brought back the reality that I was in. That I was going out with her tonight and not Harper.

Fuck do I wish it was Harper. I thought with a heavy sigh as I got to my feet once more. But it’s not. And it’s probably never gonna be...

This heavy thought knocked the wind of joy right out of my sails. I wasn’t even upset about it though. It was better this way. The last thing I needed was to get some kind of foolhardy thought in my head about running off and chasing a flighty twenty four year old before begging her to accept the heart that she had stolen.

If I had to date, it was best that I stayed within my own lane and saw someone simple and safe. Someone that wouldn’t stir the pot or drag me into trouble. Someone like Linda.

I frowned at the thought of someone like Linda being by my side for the rest of my life when Harper was right there. I wondered if it would be something I would think of years down the road. The girl that got away, so to speak.

Sounds like the kind of story that I’ll tell my kids someday. The whole ordeal about the whirlwind romance that Harper and I shared over the best few months of my life. I grinned again in spite of myself and barked out a laugh. Except that most of the story is pretty x rated so maybe I’ll just keep it short and sweet with the girl who got away.

I was just about to grab my shoes and sit down on the couch with a sigh–the last bits of freedom slipping out of the sound, soon to be snatched up by Linda and the inevitable future that was bound to follow this date–when the doorbell chimed.

My brows furrowed as I lifted my head to look over at the door and then down to my wrist to check the time. Seven forty-five? What the fuck... I rarely accepted visitors, even during the normal hours of the day, so having someone show up at seven forty-five at night was pretty strange.

I was so intrigued by the mystery of who could be coming to see me so late that I didn’t even think to button my shirt up as I made my way to the door. A part of me thought to maybe look through the peephole before I simply threw the door back to a possible murderer but a more irrational part of convinced me not to.

What if Harper’s on the other side of the door? And what if she disappears if I look through the peephole first? Like some kind of fucked up greek legend.

That irrational part of my brain was what urged my hand forward to grasp the handle and turn before pulling the door back. All of this seemed to happen in slow motion, as if something very significant was happening to me but I wasn’t able to really recognize that or even appreciate it once I saw who was waiting for me on the other side of the door.

"Harper," I breathed out in awed surprise.

***

HARPER

Nothing had ever been able to get to me emotionally after the ordeal with Vinny LaRusso in tenth grade. I learned the lesson with him that you couldn’t ever trust anyone completely. One way or another, whether it was intentional or not, everyone fucked you over eventually. You could never show the real you one hundred percent because the world would find some way to use it against you and hurt you.

It was a hard lesson to learn but that’s why it only took the one time, the one beating, the one fallout and the one disowning to know not to ever do it again. Trust no one. Let no one in. Keep the walls up and double up the guard at every post to keep the motherfuckers out.

These rules made life lonelier than I would have hoped it would have been but it made things work. It made me work. At least until Steven Bradshaw and his goddamn trebuchet came and fucked all that up for me.

It didn’t all happen at once so I didn’t notice it right away but I knew just how deep in I was the day he told me about stupid fucking Linda from payroll asking him out.

At first I honestly thought it was a joke. After all, how could Steven possibly consider going out with her when he had me. If he was craving something all he had to do was grab me and tell me and I would take care of whatever he needed. Didn’t he know that?

When I understood that he really was going to do this thing with Linda, or at the very least that he was thinking about it, I knew that I had to abort right away. Steven was a great guy and his cock was amazing but the pain I would feel in the long run would be too much. But if I dipped out now, I could save myself from all of that. Even if I had to wean myself off of him slowly, I would still be gone before it really hurt too bad.

At least, that was the plan in concept. Executing said plan didn’t go nearly as well as the blueprints had suggested.

I told myself I would only sleep with Steven once a week after Lindagate had gone down, just to make it easier to forget about how good he made me feel. Instead I ended up sleeping with him every single day but one. I was able to keep myself from following him home like a dumb fucking puppy dog on top of being a needy cock whore, at least.

To keep my mind off of Steven and everything that I was feeling, I tried the classic go to numbing agent–the sugar daddies that paid my bills.

Unfortunately this plan proved to be a double edged sword. It wasn’t often that I found a daddy that would pay my bills and please me. Usually it was just the one–money, generally–with a splash of the other from time to time. So, trying to get my kicks off hard enough to forget Steven wasn’t likely with my usual joes. And, if I were to tell the truth, I was awfully unmotivated in finding a guy that would give me the fucking I would really need outside of my usual circle.

So, instead of just going out and finding someone that would forcibly make me forget about Steven, I just kept going down my little black book in search of a scratch to my itch. When things didn't pan out like I wanted them too, I ended up back in Steven’s arms, pressed against a wall or with his hands on my hips and my belly flush against his desk.

This went on for four days before I couldn’t handle it anymore. I called in sick and stayed in bed until the late afternoon feeling bad about myself. I knew it was stupid but I didn’t know what else to do. I had tried every single thing that I could think of to put distance up and emotionally turn myself off to Steven but instead I was lying here in bed like a pathetic child and thinking about him.

I heard some of the girls talking about it yesterday on my way out of the bathroom. The supposed date that would happen tonight. I don’t know how much stock I can put into what those gossipy bitches say though.

With a heavy sigh, I flipped over on the bed to lay on my belly before slipping my arms under my chin. What if he does go out with her though? Worse. What if he ends up dating her? Then it’ll be him that leaves me on the wayside instead of the other way around...

I lingered on that thought for all of two seconds before I shook my head violently and forced myself out of bed. No! Nope! I don’t fucking think so! I screamed in my head as I stomped around my room collecting clothes before I threw myself into a hot shower.

My earrings weren’t even in by the time I was picking a random number out of my little black book and calling them up with blatant overtones that this was going to be a hookup. I found reasons to be mad at Steven the entire time I drove to Hops and Barleys–mine and Steven’s place–before I put on my best sex kitten face and strutted inside.

It was usually hard not to compare my usual guys–daddies, joes, johns, whatever the fuck you wanted to call them–with Steven. He was handsome, charming, considerate, amusing and chivalrous. Not to mention he had a really big cock and he always fucked the shit out of my g-spot until I came like a fountain.

So, if even the most good looking and adequate lovers had a hard time keeping up with Steven’s scores in my book, it was no surprise that I was having the hardest time focusing with Gary. To be fair to the guy, I had picked a random number to call tonight so he couldn’t really be blamed. It didn’t change how hard it was to pretend with him though.

It was literally taking everything I had to act interested when he grabbed my thigh or slipped me a one liner–probably something he had picked up in a porn mag from the nineties. It was even harder when he asked to dance and pressed his prick against my ass. It wasn’t even that Gary had a bad cock, he just had no idea how to use the gift that God had given him.

As soon as Gary asked if I wanted to leave I knew that I would need a few minutes and a pep talk if I was going to go through with the night so I excused myself to the bathroom. When I was in the stall and sitting down, I breathed out a sigh and pulled my phone out from my bra.

Maybe if I watch some porn it’ll be easier to deal with Gary... I mused for a few moments while I let my thumbs linger over the screen of my phone. In the end, it wasn’t my browser that I ended up clicking on but my photos.

There was always a lot of porny shit in my gallery at any given time. Mostly just spank material snapshots that I could send to guys for a few bucks. There were a few videos very porny videos that Steven had taken when I was staying over at his house mixed in with the pictures but none of that was what I was looking for.

I had no idea what compelled me to look for Steven, even in just a photo, while there was someone out in the lobby with a hard dick, waiting to take me home. I had to see him though. Just for a quick second.

When I finally found what I was looking for, a snapshot that I had surprised Steven with one day as we were walking out of work, I let out a sigh of relief. Just seeing him was such a comfort to my conflicted soul that I felt as if someone had laid me down in the softest bed known to man.

Why does he do this to me? I nearly sobbed to myself as I stared at Steven’s crooked grin. Why can’t I just let him go like everyone else? Why does he have to have this hold on me?

I raised my thumb to delete the photo and suddenly the strangest thing happened to me. A prickle of goosebumps started to rise on the underside of my arm the longer I stared at the picture held in my phone until my entire body was covered in it. My chest felt tight and hot and it squeezed at my lungs in a way that wasn’t painful but left a noticeable pressure whenever I tried to breath.

Jesus Christ. I can’t even get rid of his stupid fucking picture?

I wanted to be angry with myself and how pathetic I had become since I met Steven but all I could manage to feel was sadness and exhaustion. I didn’t have any more answers for myself to make it better. I just had a sugar daddy that was impatiently waiting for me and a candid pic that I snapped of the man I was infatuated with.

Because I’m not even close enough to ask for his picture. He’s been over every piece of my body, including inside, but that’s not something someone like me could really ask for. Even though we say that we’re friends with benefits we both know it’s less than that. I’m his whore that likes to hang out and he’s my bull that spoils me. Nothing more.

None of that felt true though. Not with the way that Steven held me at night or the way he stared at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. There was more than just fucking in it for him and he had made that quite clear on more than one occasion.

Yeah but that was just...

I didn’t even know where my thoughts were trying to go but they didn’t get anywhere. They simply fell off a cliff and landed in a pit of nothing while I stared at Steven’s handsome face with a longing in my eyes.

And I...I can’t just...

Again, my thoughts dissipated into thin air instead of finding some kind of greater point. I was trying my hardest to fight myself and find a reason to stay away from what I wanted more than anything but I couldn’t think of any logic to keep up the battle anymore.

"I have to see him," I muttered to myself and got up with a purpose.

It didn’t matter if Gary was waiting for me. He could wait all night for all I fucking cared. The only thing that mattered to me was making sure that I got to Steven before he could leave for his date.

***

Steven's car was sitting in the drive when I pulled up to his condo. Seeing it dragged a deep sigh of relief out of me while I purposefully blocked the shiny black sedan with my own.

Just in case he still has any ideas about leaving...

I realized as I stepped out of my car that I hadn't prepared much on the way over. I had been so concerned about getting here before Steven took off that I didn't leave much room in my head for a plan or even a basic idea of what I would say.

That's fine. I assured myself as I ran my hands down the slippery material of my dark burgundy dress before approaching Steven's door with a purpose. I work better without a script anyways. Just gotta go in, be blunt and honest then go with the flow after that.

I nodded to myself as I drew in a long breath of the chilled night air into my lungs before letting it out slowly through my pursed lips.

"Okay," I whispered to myself and then reached forward to press the doorbell.

Blunt and honest, then go with the flow. Blunt and honest, then go with the flow. I repeated the mantra in my head while I waited.

When Steven finally swept the door back I was so struck by the way he looked that every other thing that had been in my mind just sort of fluttered away. His pressed white button up was open, revealing his muscular chest and the light carpet of hair across it that I loved to run my fingers through. My eyes trailed downward, past the hard line of his abs and the tight cinch of his belt buckle until they were resting on his crotch, where I could see the ghost of a stiffy sitting there. As if he had been hard, or at the very least getting hard, very recently.

I took my lower lip between my teeth, immediately thinking about how much I wanted to get on my knees and free that juicy cock from its prison, before I came to my senses and remembered why I had come here tonight.

My gaze flicked back up Steven's beautiful body until they were resting on his warm brown eyes. The way he stared back into my eyes was like a man in awe of what he saw. The amount of reverence in that stare was so overwhelming that I honestly didn't know what to do with it except gaze back with all the devotion I had. Maybe then he could see how much I wanted to be here with him and only him.

"Harper," Steven sighed, almost inaudibly.

I could feel the longing Steven had for me in the way he said my name. The way his lips wrapped around the syllables breathlessly, as if he never expected to see me again.

He really does care about me. It's so easy when he looks at me this way and says my name like that.

"What are you doing here?" Steven asked, not as an accusation but an honest question. He was happy to see me but he didn't understand why I was here.

That's okay. I thought to myself while I watched his lips move. I'll clear all of this confusion up for him right away.

Before Steven could say or ask anything else, I was pushing him into his condo and attacking his lips like they were mine to claim. And in all truth, they were. This was the moment that I would show Steven just how much I wanted him. So I would claim his lips as mine and I would own every inch of his body and then, by the end of the night, I might just try and steal his heart too.

"Fu-"

Steven's initial groan was quickly cut off by my tongue slipping into his mouth. A new sound of pleasure echoed in his chest when he felt my tongue wrapping around his before his big hands grabbed at my back greedily.

Yes. I purred in my head as my leg kicked back to shut the door behind us while my hands slithered up to feel his strong, hairy chest under my fingertips. Grab me. Hold me. Own me.

These thoughts of being claimed by Steven–what had become my favorite pastime in these last few months–turned me on so much that I yanked at the hair between my fingers and brought my knee up between his legs to brush against his cock. Again Steven groaned with pleasure before gripping me tighter in his arms and shoving his tongue so far down my throat I was practically choking on it.

Fuck. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my shaky fingers lifted from Steven's chest to grab at either side of his unbuttoned shirt. He really knows what I like.

I let Steven fuck my mouth with his tongue until my clitty was stiff and leaky. That's when I knew it was time to turn the tables on him and show him why I was really here tonight. To make him the star of the show.

My knee pressed into Steven's cock with more force than I had been previously using to massage it, causing him to gasp out in surprise and lose his grasp on the command he had been holding over our kiss. Something I was quick to grab by taking his tongue between my lips and sucking on it like I would his cock.

A growl erupted past Steven's lips as I bobbed up and down on his slippery tongue and rubbed his cock with my knee. It was as if he knew that I was taking all of the power away from him. All of the will to stop me and regain control. Because it just felt too damn good.

That's right baby. Just let go. Let me take care of you tonight.

With any other guy in the world it would have been easy to convince them to lay down and let me handle everything–which usually got the deed over the quickest as well–but not with Steven. He was difficult and stubborn and impossible to lead blindly. The kind of man that I always knew I would fall for when I was still a romantic.

Steven forcibly pulled back from me with hungry eyes before he reached between us and took my clitty in his hand. "Harper," he breathed as he simultaneously squeezed and tugged my stiff clit gently, causing me to whimper helplessly.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How does he know just how to touch me? It's not fucking fair! I closed my eyes and forced myself to focus. You can't let him take control, girl. You're here to prove a fucking point!

My eyes opened again just as my fingers tightened in Steven's shirt. He seemed caught off guard by the look I was setting him with, enough to halt the motion of his hand against my weak willed clitty and give me the upper hand back.

I took the power Steven unknowingly gave me by leading him backward until I could push him down on the couch. Steven landed on the plush leather with a grunt before he looked up at me with a curious brow cocked up.

"What's all this?" Steven asked, his low, smoky voice coming out as a sexy rasp in his breathlessness.

I grinned and took both sides of his shirt in my grasp again before pulling them apart so I could see more of his chest. "I'm here to show you why you won't be going out with Linda or any other girl that's not me."

Both of his brows lifted into his hairline while his eyes widened in surprise. "O-Oh?" he stuttered.

"Oh," I agreed in a low purr and ripped his shirt off his shoulders roughly before dropping my hands to his chest where they were finally able to feel him freely.

"Shit,” Steven sighed and threw his head back when I brushed my thumbs against his nipples.

Seeing Steven so helpless to my touch already made me smile with glee. Oh, babe. I thought with a lick of my lips before I pinched his nipples between the thumb and forefinger on each hand, which pulled another deep groan out of Steven. This is just the tip of the iceberg.

I hummed in my throat and let my fingertips glide down the plane of Steven’s abs while I leaned forward and took one of his hard nipples in my mouth. He hissed and stared down at me in surprise at the sensation of my warm mouth on his chest. Seeing his wide eyes looking at me in such a way, as if this were so scandalous, made me want to laugh. I took the bud in between my teeth and smiled up at him before I tugged it toward me.

The deep, rumbling groan that Steven made in response to me biting his nipples made my clitty start to ooze precum. This wasn't a new discovery for me though. The noises that I generally pulled out of him were unconscious, instinctual and utterly masculine–and they never failed to make me stiff, lust drunk and ready to serve him. It was an interesting twist for a girl like me, who never got hung up on any one guy, to enjoy the sounds that my lover made so much but with the effect that his voice had on my body, I wasn't about to complain.

While I enveloped the hard bud that I had been tugging at with my mouth and began to suck, Steven let out a new noise I had never heard. A low whimper of desire that seemed to correlate with the outline of his cock growing in his slacks.

So he likes that, huh? I thought to myself as I suckled on Steven's nipple like a hungry babe while one of my hands slid up his stomach to the opposite side of his chest that my mouth was occupying. My hand contoured  against the muscular curve of his chest before squeezing roughly at the same time I sucked his nipple into my mouth hard.

Another fun and interesting noise escaped Steven. This time a high gasp of surprise that had him jumping in his seat. I was quick to use my free hand to push his shoulder back down while the hand on his chest squeezed and groped at his pecs like a horny teenager feeling up tits for the first time.

"You...you really like that, don't you?" Steven asked in a shaky voice.

I flicked my eyes up to his before I pulled my mouth from his nipple with a sly grin. "Not as much as you seem to love it," I purred back while my greedy hand squeezed the hard muscles of his chest.

"Probably not," Steven breathed and grabbed my hand so that my thumb would brush against his nipple. "Fuck. I never knew I liked this kind of stuff."

"It's a good thing you do," I murmured against the skin of his chest before I stuck my tongue out and circled his nipple with the tip.

Steven hummed deep in his chest, making it rumble delightfully underneath my chin. "Why's that?"

I stretched up to kiss Steven's lips while claiming his massive pecs with greedy, grabbing hands. "Because," I said in a seductive purr. "I love worshiping your chest."

Steven let out a raspy breath while his eyelids drooped and his irises darkened in the tell tale sign of someone deep in lust. I could tell that a curse was about to slip through his lips, like it usually did when he was completely overwhelmed by me. Before any of that could happen, however, a phone started going off.

I sat back on my heels and looked up at Steven with an inquisitive brow raised. "Yours?"

Normally I wouldn't be one to assume but since we were in Steven's apartment and all of my personal belongings, including my phone, were out in my car, it was really the only logical conclusion.

"Uh," Steven said stupidly before realization seemed to dawn on him and he began to pat down his pockets before finding his ringing cell.

It continued to ring without Steven making any move to do anything. I stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to do something before I finally asked impatiently, "Well?"

Steven glanced over the top of his phone cautiously and muttered, "It's Linda."

Hearing the woman's name immediately brought a frown to my face. It wasn't like I had anything against her necessarily. I just didn't like bitches that tried to steal my man.

Huh. I mused in surprise. My man. That's new.

My eyes trailed up and down Steven's body, from his pink chest and erect nipples down to the tent he was pitching in his slacks before I looked up into his eyes again and smiled broadly.

This is my man. I thought with a newfound feeling of resolution. And he's staying right here, with me, all night. Sorry Linda.

"Answer it," I told him in a low purr.

"What?" Steven asked, his voice loud and disbelieving.

"Answer it," I repeated with a kiss under one of his nipples. "Let her know why you can't meet her tonight."

Steven continued to stare at me with an expression that could only be described as flabbergasted before he let out a sigh and brought the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?” There was a pause on Steven’s end as Linda said something before he nodded and replied, “Yeah. Yeah, it’s me.”

I couldn’t ignore how tired Steven sounded when he talked to Linda. Even when I was being an unruly brat that was stomping up and down on his last nerve, he never talked to me like how he was talking now.

That’s because he actually wants you, silly. I reminded myself with a knowing hum as I started to kiss my way down Steven’s body until my lips bumped into the edge of his slacks. That’s why you’re here and she’s...wherever the fuck she is.

“I know. I’m really sorry about that,” Steven said, trying his best to sound charming and apologetic. I wasn't sure how his words sounded to Linda’s ears but to mine they only came out sounding vaguely apathetic.

Not my problem. I told myself in a singsong voice while I undid the buckle on Steven’s belt before attacking the button and zipper of his slacks.

“What was that?” Steven asked as he snapped his eyes back up to look at something neutral.

Clearly staring at me with a drooling tongue wasn't giving him the ability to pay attention to Linda. What a shame.

“Why? Oh...” His eyes flicked back down to me before he murmured, “Something came up.”

A smirk rose to my lips as I took the waistband of Steven’s boxer briefs in my hands before yanking them down enough to let his big, meaty cock spring free.

“Something’s definitely come up alright...” I murmured at the sight of the monster in front of my eyes.

Steven snapped his eyes down to mine with an intense stare before he forced himself to close his eyes and answer the crackly voice of Linda that I couldn’t quite hear–not that I cared to try.

“Wait, what? No. No, it’s not... Okay,” Steven huffed out a breath from his nose and rubbed his temple with one hand in frustration.

This whole thing was becoming more and more amusing the longer it went on. Especially when I took the head of Steven’s cock between my lips and hollowed my cheeks as I began to suck on him. As soon as I did, one of Steven’s hands–the one that wasn’t holding his cell–dug into my hair with a guttural grunt.

“No,” Steven growled into the receiver. “I just stubbed my damn toe.”

Very convincing, lover. I thought smugly as I dipped down to take his whole length in my mouth with a hum.

It had taken a lot of practice to accommodate such a girthy cock down my throat but after putting in the time, my throat was as capable of taking the entirety of Steven’s cock as well as my pussy was.

“Look, Linda, listen,” Steven said calmly.

His ability to keep an even, patient voice was incredible to me. I would have already blown the bitch off if our positions were reversed. I guess that’s what makes him daddy.

“It’s really not you, I promise,” Steven began.

I responded to him talking again by lifting myself off of his cock and then dipping my head down to his balls so I could run the flat of my tongue up the underside of his shaft before sensually flicking my tongue up at the tip.

Steven gritted his teeth and clenched my hair harder in his hand but his voice remained unshaking as he continued to speak, “I just don’t want to lose what we have as friends. That’s important to me.”

There was some more garbled speech that came from Steven’s phone that I paid no mind to as I did my best to distract him by taking his cock back down my throat and bobbing up and down on it.

“I do find you attractive,” Steven said softly, almost as if he were holding back a whimper.

Hearing these words made my motions halt temporarily. He thinks Linda is attractive? Really?

“That’s not the problem, honestly,” Steven husked, his voice practically dripping with sex appeal with how turned on I was getting him. “Like I said, it’s not you. It has nothing to do with you.”

Fuck it. Let’s push a little harder on that button. I thought to myself before I rose up off of his cock once more and dipped back down to his balls. Only this time when I was down there, I took the whole sac in my mouth with a hum.

“I care about someone else!” Steven blurted out, almost as if it weren’t on purpose. He froze and went silent which allowed me to hear everything coming from the phone–which was a whole lot of nothing.

Looking up at Steven with his balls in my mouth while he waited for Linda to say something to him with bated breath was just about the funniest fucking scenario that I could imagine. So, while these two stiffs were having a standoff, I began to giggle around Steven’s nuts.

“Fuck,” Steven groaned before he drew in a breath and attempted to recover. “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to put you in this awkward position. I just...”

His melted chocolate eyes flicked down to mine with a gaze of endearment as his sentence trailed off before he sighed and murmured, “I thought I was ready to move on but I guess not.”

There was a long pause on the other end that had me so intrigued that I released Steven's balls from my mouth and sat upright again so I could hear better. Not that it did a lot of good. I wasn’t sure if Steven kept his volume super low ‘cause he had super hearing or if his phone was just a piece of shit but I wasn’t able to hear anything beyond ‘isn't it’–and that left me very little to go on.

Steven stare turned smoldering before he breathed, “Yeah. It is.”

Another long pause from Linda before she muttered some words that encouraged Steven to finally let her down easy so he could end the call.

“She took it well then?” I asked Steven in a casual voice before I leaned in to kiss the tip of his throbbing cock head, all while staring straight into his eyes.

Steven looked down at me with a sharp gaze while he shook his head. “You’re a bit of a sadist, aren’t you?”

My lips pulled up in a big, broad grin. “A little bit,” I agreed before I leaned up to take a nipple between my teeth with a little tug. “But I’m just as much of a masochist.”

“That I already knew,” Steven scoffed as he reached down to pull me up off the ground and into his lap.

His hands worked expertly to pull my heels off and set them on the other side of the couch–somehow understanding the worth of the shoes more than the pigs I had fucked that would kick them aside like an old pair of sneakers–before his big hands traveled up my calves and thighs until they were gripping my ass.

“And here I thought I was so mysterious,” I sighed dramatically and threw my arms around his neck.

Steven let out a throaty laugh and then leaned forward to take my lips agaimst his before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. He kissed me slowly for a few long seconds, openly tasting his cock, balls and precum on my lips and tongue. Sometimes I wondered if he really liked the taste of himself, like I did, or if he just did things like that to turn me on. In either case, it did turn me on. Quite a bit actually.

“Sorry to tell you, baby girl,” Steven husked against my lips before he took them back against his for one more kiss. “But you’re transparent to me.”

“Oh yeah?” I purred before taking his bottom lip between my teeth and sucking on it.

Steven groaned and growled and kissed me again, harder this time, just the way I liked it, before he looked at me with such fire that my clitty started leaking like an old faucet.

“Yes,” Steven said with a tone of finality before he squeezed my ass in his hands and stood up.

Oh fuck yes. I thought as I instinctually wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist. Big daddy is taking me back to his room to fuck me.

I looked at Steven, who was staring at me with that soft and endearing look he had set me with earlier. It was something that was so strong and warm in my chest that it scared me and forced me to look away.

“Harper,” Steven breathed, saying my name with a level of reverence that the everyday slut like myself surely never deserved to hear.

My eyes were forced back to his and I was surprised to find the same amount of adoring honesty in the stare he set me with as my name had coming from his lips. There was more than just that in his deep, chocolate eyes though. Staring into those warm irises I saw how he seemed to be divided into two very distinct emotions as he searched my face curiously. One part of him was desperately trying to figure me out–a futile task if there ever was one–while the other was just happy that I was here, with him.

That would make two of us then...

“Steven,” I murmured and stroked down his face with one hand before I kissed his lips gently. “Take me to bed.”

I could feel his smile against my lips before Steven ever pulled back from our kiss to look at me. "Sure thing, miss Andrews."

"Miss Andrews, huh," I said with a playful challenge in my eyes before nipping his lower lip. "Is that your way of saying you wanna be on the bottom tonight?"

Steven laughed deep in his chest, filling my own chest with more of the warm, delightful rumbles that vibrated out of him, before he kissed me deeply again. I could feel him turning and taking steps but my eyes were closed and I was lost to the kiss he dominated me with so I paid little attention to where he was taking me.

When Steven finally released my lips from his, he looked at me with an intense, fiery gaze and husked, "Keep dreaming, princess," before he tossed me onto his bed.

It was a rush to feel my body easily propelled through the air before landing on the plush mattress. Even though I was slim and petite, I still hadn't experienced anyone manhandling me in the way that Steven just did.

As I caught my breath and stared up at Steven, looming over me at an impossible height while he stripped the white button up from his body at last, I found that I really liked the way he threw me around.

"You know," I murmured as I sat up on my elbows and spread my legs–just enough for Steven to see my milky thighs disappearing into my dress. "This was supposed to be my night to take care of you."

"Who's stopping you?" Steven asked in a deep, sexy rasp as his hand reached down to pull at his cock slowly.

Good question. I mused as I sat up completely so I could scoot down to the edge of the bed and pull him toward me by the front of his slacks.

"No one at all," I purred, both to Steven and in response to my thoughts, as I took the waistband of his pants and boxers in my hands before slipping off of the bed and down to the carpeted ground–while bringing his garments with me as I did.

Steven hummed in his chest and ran his hands through my hair and then down my back to grab at the material of my dress. "God, you're sexy."

"Oh?" I asked in an innocent voice before flicking my eyes up to Steven's with a devious glint dancing in my irises. "I thought it was Linda you found attractive."

"I do," Steven said easily and shrugged. "I find all women attractive."

Doubtful.

"Mm-hm. Real smooth," I murmured and slipped my palms up Steven's meaty thighs until they were resting on his hip bones.

"No, seriously," Steven said and ran his fingers along my neck, jaw and finally, the line of my cheekbone. "Every woman has features that make them attractive."

My eyes went back up to Steven's with a coy glance. "Even me?"

Steven's big hands cupped my face and held it steady so that I was forced to stare into his warm, brown eyes. "Baby, you're the sexiest, cutest, most attractive woman I've ever met."

My lips parted and I blinked in surprise at this answer. I was a wanted a commodity, especially for repressed and closeted men of power, but it wasn't often that I was considered a woman. More often than not, I was nothing but a guilt free wet hole.

Is he ever going to stop surprising me? I wondered as I stared into his liquid chocolate eyes. Will there ever be a moment when he says something to me that doesn't feel like it's a world changing fucking event?

My fingers squeezed into Steven's hip bones experimentally before I stood up and spun him around to take my previous spot on the bed. This switcheroo seemed to tickle Steven's funny bone because he chuckled under his breath while I slid his slacks and boxer briefs off his ankles. The laughs died in his throat when I flicked my eyes back up to his, however.

"Tell me why you think that," I said as I put my hands on Steven's knees and urged him to scoot back with a gentle push. "Why am I the fairest in all the land?"

"Well, uh," Steven said before he swallowed thickly and licked his lips. "Let's see. You've got the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. They're so big and hypnotic that I could easily swim in them for days."

"Mm-hm," I hummed and batted my lashes for him before I lowered myself between his legs and drew in a deep breath of his musky, masculine scent.

"You've got such a nice body too," Steven breathed as his hands came down to run along my shoulders and back again.

Mm, that feels nice. It would feel a lot better without the dress though. I mused to myself before I stepped off the bed once more and reached behind me to unzip my dress before letting it fall to the floor.

"You mean this body?" I asked him with a flourish of my hands on either side of myself.

"Yeah," Steven husked before he sat up and leaned forward so he could run one big finger from my collarbone down to my belly button. "I love this body. Especially your cute tits and tight, little ass."

"Some of my best features," I agreed with a big grin as I crawled back onto the bed wearing nothing but a silky pair of black panties.

Steven laid back on the bed where I had him before while his hands returned to their place on my shoulders once more. "They're definitely some of your best outside features," he said with a nod as his huge hands squeezed my shoulders. "There's a lot more to you than how physically attractive you are though."

"Really?" I said, trying my best to sound sarcastic and not surprised–which I was.

"Mm-hm," Steven hummed, his eyes half lidded as he flicked his gaze over the half a foot between his cock and my mouth.

I giggled at his impatience and leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock sloppily. "Well?" I prompted before sucking on the tip like a lollipop and then looking up at him from under my lashes–a tactic that never failed to work. "Tell me more."

"Oh, um," Steven stuttered over his words for a moment before he drew in a calming breath and closed his eyes. "You're very smart. Much more smart than most people give you credit for. And not just that but you're clever too."

"Same thing," I muttered before licking along the head of his cock and then taking it into my mouth for a proper suck.

"Fuck," Steven hissed and lifted his hips up to drive his cock further down my throat. Almost immediately, he pulled himself back and took another breath before saying, "They're very different. Smart equals intelligence but clever is...how do I describe it? You're good at thinking yourself out of a situation."

I nodded and hummed with his cock in my mouth, dragging one of the deep growly noises out of Steven that I absolutely adored, before I pulled myself off the head with a popping sound. "I am good at wiggling outta tough situations."

"You are," Steven agreed breathlessly. "Although I'd say that has more to do with your confidence than anything else." He barked out a single laugh. "God I'd kill for an iota of your confidence."

The more he spoke about me and all the things about me that he found attractive, the more I realized how much Steven really saw. I wasn't sure if it was terrifying or relieving to have someone see through me so easily. I could only thank my lucky stars that it was Steven that saw me in such a way and not one of the other guys.

"Although," Steven drawled as his hands crept up to my hair to play with it. "It seems the more I spend time with you and your bombastic self, the more that confidence seems to rub off on me." He flicked his eyes down to mine and smiled. "At least that's what my friends tell me."

"I'd say there's some truth to that," I said, my hand idly pumping up and down his hard shaft while I thought back on Steven's demeanor from when I met him until the present. "You're a lot more fun to hang out with now. That's definitely true."

Steven grinned and eased my head toward his cock. "That would also be your doing, baby girl."

You don't say. I thought to myself as I willingly took his cock into my mouth and down my throat, all while staring at him with my big, hypnotic eyes.

"I don't think I even knew what fun was before you but, hey," Steven shrugged and stared down at me with a sly smile, "look at me now."

I closed my eyes and lowered myself further on his cock, letting the last few inches slip down my throat until his balls rested against my chin. My eyes opened up once more before flicking up to meet his. I held his awestruck gaze for several seconds before I lifted up off him with a big breath while drool slipped from my lips in lines down to his cock.

"You wanna try something really fun?" I asked him in a breathless pant while my brows waggled playfully.

Steven nodded. "Yeah," he said in a voice that was so low it was nearly inaudible.

"Yeah?" I said, repeating the word back to him in a tone of intrigue before I kissed down the shaft of his cock. "Just like that? Not even gonna ask what I'm planning?"

"No," Steven muttered and shook his head, refusing to take his eyes away from mine for a second while I traveled down his cock to his balls. "I trust you, and I know you would never hurt me, so, no. I don't need to ask. I know you're gonna make me feel good."

I sucked Steven's balls into my mouth for a moment and then released them before licking slowly across his taint. "I always wanna make you feel good," I purred into that intimate stretch of skin between his sac and his asshole.

Steven released a long, shaky sigh and muttered a curse under his breath before rolling back on his spine a bit to give me better access to his ass. I wasn't sure if he could sense what I was planning on doing or if this was something he secretly wanted but either way it made what I did next that much easier.

I brought my hands up to Steven's ass and pulled the cheeks apart so that I could see the tight, virgin hole that had never been touched by another.

My tongue will change that though. I swirled my tongue around inside of my mouth as I thought about eating Steven for the first time before my eyes flashed deviously. And maybe, if I get the chance, one of my fingers will too...

I flicked my eyes up to Steven's to see him looking down at me with bated breath. There wasn't any fear in his gaze, he really did want whatever I was planning to give him, but I could see just a touch of anxiety.

"Don't worry, daddy," I said and looked up at him with a soft smile. "I'm gonna make you feel good, remember?"

"I know," Steven said, utter honesty ringing out in his whispered words. "I'm just a little nervous. This is a first for me."

"Do you wanna know a secret?" I asked before dipping my tongue down the crack of his ass in a teasing motion.

"H-Huh?" Steven asked in a shaky voice.

I looked into his eyes deliberately before whispering, "This is a first for me too."

It was a bit of a white lie if I were being honest. There had been one dirty bastard that really got off on having someone like me tongue their huge, hairy ass while they busted a load on me. This was neither a pleasurable or desirable act, however. Looking down at Steven's ass though–muscular and tight, hairy but clean–made the idea of tonguing a hole like this a lot more appealing.

So it really is my first time. I thought as I snuck my tongue back down Steven's crack until it was making wide circles around his hole without touching it. 'Cause this time, I actually want it.

At this thought I moaned and pressed the flat of my tongue against Steven's hole. He gasped and grabbed at the blankets desperately before bucking up a little toward me.

Mm, someone likes it. I hummed in my throat and fluttered my tongue against his hole for a few moments before the very tip circled around his puckered rosebud.

"Oh, God," Steven whimpered and tore his hands away from the covers to grab at my shoulders and hair.

"Feel good?" I rasped warmly against the sensitive skin of his hole.

"Better than I expected," Steven admitted. "Kinda strange at first but warm and tingly and just, fuck, really, really-"

Steven's word was strangled off by a groan when I slipped the tip of my tongue inside of his virgin asshole for the first time. It wasn't my intention to so rudely ignore him but with the way that his cute, puckered hole was winking at me, I just couldn't help myself but dive in and have a taste.

"Really nice," Steven breathed out finally, after he had taken a few moments to get used to my tongue slowly plunging inside of him.

That's what I like to hear.

I closed my eyes and worked my tongue in and out of him slowly, letting him feel every little bit of my tongue as it dove in and pulled out of his ass.

Never really had much top energy. I mused to myself as I flicked my eyes up to Steven's face where he looked as if he were stuck somewhere between ecstasy and confusion. But he makes the cutest faces. And the cutest noises. And I can't help but want to pin him down and tease him half to death.

My ass did a little unconscious wiggle while my clitty throbbed against the front of my silk panties. Especially when I know that he'll get fed up with my bullshit eventually. That's when he'll pin me down and fuck me like the daddy he is.

Just thinking of Steven reaching his limit of patience with me brought me to whole new levels of excitement. I began to dive my tongue in and out of him faster, pulling more fun sounds out of Steven with every thrust. At the same time one of my hands crept up his ass before a curious finger started to circle the ring of muscles guarding Steven's ass.

It was so hot to feel the way that my tongue bulged those muscles out against the pad of my finger when it was all the way inside of Steven. It was even hotter when I could feel my tongue brush against my knuckles as it thrust in and out of Steven's tight backside.

I wonder...

That finger slipped to press the tip against Steven's hole. I let it rest there for a moment while my tongue laved against the top of the digit every time it slipped in and out. Then, with the slowest movements I could make, I pressed the finger inside of Steven on an inward thrust of my tongue.

"Fuck!" Steven yelped against this new intrusion.

He didn't back away or freak out beyond that single, loud curse though so I continued letting my digit slip further inside of him until he was full up to the third knuckle.

"I know it's just one but I feel so fucking full," Steven breathed, his voice as shaky as the thighs on either side of my head. "I don't know how you can take so much."

"I'm a girl, daddy," I said in a know-it-all voice. "I like having my pussy stretched."

"Can't say that'll ever be my particular pleasure," Steven said with a little laugh that turned into a low moan.

"Don't you like this, daddy?" I cooed, my smile turning devious as I saw the look of pleasure crossing his face. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"It does, but, but..." My finger probed deeper inside of Steven until I hit his prostate and made his eyes bug out. "Fuck!"

"Right?" I purred with a big smile. "It feels fucking good. Especially if you really smash into it a whole-"

My raspy words were cut off by Steven putting a big hand on my shoulder and pushing me back from him abruptly. I blinked a few times in confusion at this sudden change of pace, giving Steven just enough time to grab my shoulders and pull me close to him in a desperate kiss while he stretched his legs out.

"Hungry?" I asked with a giggle as I pulled back from him.

"Yeah," Steven growled before covering my mouth with another sloppy kiss.

"Mm," I hummed and nuzzled my nose against his. "What are you hungry for, daddy?"

Steven's hands gripped my hips and pulled me up onto his lap as he laid back on the bed. "Your pussy," he husked and bucked his groin into mine. "I could have cum from your talented little tongue but it always feels so much better when I get to cum in your pussy."

"God, yes," I moaned and ground down against Steven's hard cock. "I swear I can't cum anymore unless you're inside me."

Steven let out a throaty chuckle and kissed along my sternum before flicking his eyes up into mine. "Sounds like I've got you addicted to my cock."

A smile tugged at my lips as I reached down to tug my panties aside so I could slide along his shaft, skin to skin. "Life could be worse."

It could be a lot worse, actually. I could be afflicted with this life crippling addiction and not have Steven in my life. Lord only knows what I would have done with myself if things had ended up differently tonight.

Steven was already reaching into his nightstand drawer when he asked me, "Do you want some lube?"

I shook my head and continued to rock back and forth on his cock. "No," I murmured.

A furrow pulled Steven's brows together as he stared at me, his hand frozen in mid air, already gripping the lube that I denied. "Are you sure?"

I laid my hands flat against Steven's muscular, hairy chest and stuck my ass out so I could wedge the head of his cock between my cheeks.

"I wanna feel the sting," I said in what I hoped was a seductive rasp.

In reality I wanted more than just the sting. I wanted to feel the pain of him entering me raw, the sharp pinch as my muscles accommodated to his girth, the rough friction of his cock slamming into me again and again with nothing to help it along but Steven's powerful thrusts.

I wanted him to own me tonight. To remind me where I really belonged. Where I always wanted to be now. In his arms, his cock inside me, his lips whispering sweet nothings against my skin.

Despite my desire for a punishment I didn't quite deserve, Steven popped the tube of the lube open and dabbed a quarter size drop on his big hand before he rubbed it all along his cock and then between the cheeks of my ass with a gentle brush of his fingertips.

It was hard to tell if the thought of such a dry, rough fuck was unappealing to Steven or if he really cared so much about me that he refused to make me suffer through such a thing. The truth could have been both or either or neither. Sometimes it was so hard to tell when it came to Steven's motives.

The only thing that I did know regarding my strong, hunky lover was that his melted chocolate eyes were practically screaming the words that no one had ever said to me while he gripped his cock and teased my entrance. The mere thought of him actually saying those words scared me more than I could ever explain to anyone–including myself. However, seeing that look of adoration while his powerful hands spread me apart so his cock head could probe against my hole gave me the strangest sense of ownership.

What's that saying? Stuck between a rock and a hard place? I glanced between his warm, endearing eyes and the cock sliding into me from behind while a fresh heat started to rumble around in my belly. I'm sure as hell feeling that.

"Do you wanna ride me?" Steven husked with a squeeze to my hip.

I grinned at him and pushed down on his cock head so the big mushroom would slip past my tight muscles and invite the rest of him inside. While Steven groaned at this sudden and intense pleasure, I sat up straight on his cock and yanked my panties further to the side so his entire cock would be able to enter me without anything in its way.

"I thought you'd never ask," I purred and pressed down on his chest with both hands while I forced my hips to lower so I could feel more of his monster cock slide inside of me.

"Fuck yes," Steven sighed and slipped his hands up from my hips to my tits while I continued to sheath myself on his cock. "This is the feeling I've been missing."

I thrust my chest out to feel all of his big, warm hands engulfing my sensitive tits while I circled my hips against his, so that his curly pubes tickled my clitty. "You really miss pussy that much after just a few days?"

Steven let out a scoffing laugh while he pinched my nipples between his fingers roughly. "No," he muttered and released my nipples before taking my tits back into his hands with a gentle squeeze. "I was talking about you."

I blinked in confusion while the haze of lust–which had covered me between being filled with cock and having my hyper sensitive nipples played with–turned my brain to mush.

"Hm?" I hummed after a few seconds had passed.

Steven grinned and palmed my tits again with another gentle, almost playful, squeeze. "I missed being in you, baby," he muttered and sat up, slipping his hands back down to my hips and then to my ass to hold me steady as he repositioned us.

"Oh," I breathed, feeling suddenly intimidated by the close space that we were sharing now.

My tits were against his chest. My soft belly was against his hard, flexing abs. My clitty was nestled into his pubes while his cock filled my pussy.

"I've missed that too," I admitted and slid my hands up to rest on Steven's strong shoulders.

"So," Steven drawled and lifted my ass up a bit before bottoming out inside of me again deliciously. "Am I allowed to make my case about being the only guy that gets to fuck you from here on out?"

My hands gripped at his shoulders tightly while my hips worked against him desperately. "That won't be necessary."

I was so distracted with the delightfully full feeling that I didn't even register that Steven's comment, while playful, was actually authentic. Despite my greedy need to fulfill my own pleasure, however, I wasn't entirely unaware of the effect my response had on Steven. The way that his face fell and his hands loosened on my skin and his overall aura just seemed to drop.

"Hey," I said and took his face in my hands before planting a deep, passionate kiss on his lips.

After a few seconds Steven tried to pull back from me but I held him tight and slipped my tongue past his lips. I wanted him to feel how much I wanted him before I told him. It was the only way he would really believe me.

When I finally did let Steven go, he was breathing hard and his eyes were stormy and hard to read. This made my natural defense mechanisms and fear of rejection to want to throw up all my walls at once. It took everything I had to resist that temptation and stay calm when I spoke.

"You are the only guy I want to fuck," I breathed against his lips before tracing my tongue along the lower one.

Steven leaned back from me just enough to look into my eyes. He searched them for several long seconds, first focusing on the right, then jumping to the left and back to the right again.

Finally, his brows pulled together and hh looked at me straight on before asking, "You're sure?"

That was a question that I didn't even have to think about before I knew the answer with utmost certainty.

"Positive," I murmured and slipped my hands down from his face to circle his neck. "I only want you."

Steven's eyes bore into mine with that intense stare for another few moments before he muttered, "Fuck," and crashed his lips back against mine.

The moment Steven kissed me, it was like someone put a quarter in his hips because they began to buck up into me with such force and speed that I was temporarily rendered breathless. I tried to pull in a gasp of air but before I could get a good lungful, Steven's lips pulled mine back in for another ferocious kiss.

It was as if I couldn't get away from him anywhere. His hands all over my body, his hips driving his huge cock in and out of me, his lips claiming every part of my mouth, my chin, my cheeks and jaw. I was drowning in Steven and really, I couldn't think of a better way to go.

"You wanna feel my hot cum inside you?" Steven growled into my ear as his hips found a new, altogether impossible speed. "You've worked me up so much tonight that I think you deserve a nice, big load of daddy cum, princess."

"Yes!" I gasped mindlessly and worked my ass back against his driving cock the best I could.

I hadn't really thought much about my own orgasm–which was such a foreign thing for me–but at the thought of Steven's impending cum, I kicked my own body into double time. I wanted to milk his cock and force every bit of cum inside of me greedily. Claiming his seed for me alone.

Too bad he can't knock me up...

I lifted my brow at the curious thought that I'd never conceived before now. Before I could file it away for later musings, however, Steven's cock rammed into me so hard that I felt as if he was going to split me apart before it began to spurt hot ropes of cum inside my pussy.

Steven groaned as his hands slid up to grip my back while his hips bucked erratically through his orgasm. I nuzzled my face against his cheek, feeling the smooth, freshly shaven skin while he jerked and grunted through his cum until he let out a final sigh and relaxed his muscles.

"Good?" I murmured against his skin before leaving a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

Instead of answering me, Steven gripped me even tighter before he flipped me over on my back and began to rut his cock into me with wild abandon all over again.

"Holy...fuck!" I gasped while Steven pounded my hole. "How are you still so fucking hard?"

"You haven't cum yet," Steven grunted and propped himself up on his hands so he had the leverage to fuck me silly. "This dick doesn't go down until you're completely satisfied."

I pulled my legs into my chest and rolled back on my spine before kicking my feet up on his shoulders. "I'll never be completely satisfied," I rasped as I rolled my hips into his hurried thrusts. "I'm always gonna want this."

"Of course you will, greedy," Steven grunted through gritted teeth while a drop of sweat rolled down his chin and landed on my chest.

There was something so sexy about seeing Steven above me, a sheen of sweat covering his body while all of his muscles tensed and flexed as he thrusted into me. He was so strong and hard and completely male. It made my clit twitch and throb ceaselessly to be taken and owned by such a man.

"Fuck me daddy," I moaned and twisted my fingers into Steven's chest hair. "Make me your girl."

Steven's thrusts halted for just a moment as he leaned down to kiss me sloppily before he pulled back, grabbed the underside of my thighs and looked at me with the steamiest stare before husking, "You are my girl," he pulled his cock nearly all the way out and then slammed it back in to the balls, "and I'm gonna fuck you like you're my girl."

"Oh, God, please," I begged, even as he began to fuck me hard and raw like he really meant to ruin my pussy for any cock that wasn't his.

"That what you want, princess?" Steven panted. "To be owned by daddy's cock? Fucked until my cock shapes your insides and brands them with my cum?"

With every dirty word Steven growled I found myself whimpering and bucking up irregularly while my clitty throbbed and my pussy clenched in desire around his cock.

"Yes!" I gasped and tugged at his chest hairs so hard that a few pulled out between my fingers. "I wanna be your girl, daddy! Just your girl. Only your girl."

A primal sound rumbled in Steven's chest before his fingers crawled up my thighs to tear my panties in two before he started to fuck me in the way he always did right before he came. I fondly referred to this as storm fucking since his thrusts came fast as lightning and they hit as hard as thunder. Cheesy as hell, sure, but for Steven I could risk being a little cheesy every now and again.

"Shit," Steven hissed under his breath and squeezed my thighs a little harder, in a way that I was sure would leave fresh bruises. "Shit. Shit. Shit!"

His curses came progressively louder until I was concerned enough to ask what was wrong. Before I could even part my lips, however, I felt what he was so upset about when a fresh torrent of hot cum erupted from Steven's cock before settling in with the first load he had left in me.

It wasn't often that we had sessions where Steven came inside my pussy twice. At least not in one setting without having some kind of intermission in between. So feeling all of that cum sitting warmly in my belly was both an unknown but an incredibly erotic feeling. So much so that it made me start to think of things that I hadn't ever been prompted to think about before.

I wonder what it would be like to have him cum inside me all day without any clean up. Maybe tie me to the bed so he can come in and use me whenever he wants. Until the cum is leaking out of me...and I know I'm pregnant.

It was the second time that my brain had conjured up a breeding kink in my lust drunk thoughts, only this time the thought was linked to the feeling of Steven's seed–still so fresh and warm and prominent inside of me–and so it was impossible to push away.

Wouldn't that be a wild thought. I allowed myself to muse as I felt Steven's cock twitching inside of me for the second time tonight. Getting bred by daddy until my belly is all round. And all I do every day is open my legs and accept his seed in me. God. Would there be anything better in life than to be his breeding slut?

Imagining this new kink, that was so foreign to my typical desires, caused such a violent reaction inside of me that I could barely even process the orgasm that was traveling through me until I felt my cum splashing all over my tits and neck–and one choice drop that landed just to the left of my lips.

"Jesus," I breathed in surprise as I stared at my clit, still twitching in response to the surprise orgasm that just shook me. It wasn't the biggest cum by any means but it was definitely explosive and toe curling.

"I wasn't even pumping," Steven panted, his face a complete mask of exhaustion except his brows, which were raised in surprise. "What set you off, baby?"

"Just...thinking," I mused, a bit evasively.

It wasn't that I was ashamed of what I had been thinking about but with the delicate state of mine and Steven's current relationship, it felt like an inappropriate thing to bring up. At the sight of Steven's speculative gaze I knew that I wouldn't have the option to completely sweep it under the rug though. I would have to say something to set him at ease.

"Don't worry," I said with a soft smile before leaning up to kiss his chin. "It was all about you."

"Yeah?" Steven asked, his face immediately perking upon hearing that he was the object of my desire.

Silly man. Is he really so blind that he can't see how much I want him?

"Oh, Steven," I sighed. "If you only knew some of my fantasies that you've starred in."

"O-Oh?" he stuttered while his brows raised in surprise. "Do you, uh, wanna tell me some? Of those?"

God he's cute when he's flustered. I mused and ran a finger down his chiseled jawline.

"How about you give me a minute to catch my breath and," I wiggled my feet against his shoulders, where they had been sitting for the better part of an hour, "stretch my legs out first."

"Right," Steven chuckled and leaned back so he could let my legs slide down to the bed, which–unfortunately–made his cock slip out of me. "I'm sure you're pretty sore."

"Just a little bit," I sighed and flexed my toes which caused a small but delightful pull in all of my leg muscles.

Steven hummed before he leaned down to kiss me gently. It only lasted a moment and then he was pulling back to lick the drop of cum next to my lips before plunging his tongue deep into my mouth.

Fuck. I moaned and swirled my tongue around his to savor the flavor of my cum.

"Okay," Steven sighed and flopped over on the bed next to me when our kiss finally broke apart. "Five minutes to catch our breath then take a shower?"

I looked to the side to see Steven smiling at me. It was that big daddy smile that always made my heart warm. The one that I couldn't imagine going without for even a single day.

"That sounds perfect," I sighed and scooted closer to him so I could lay my head on his shoulder. "And then maybe you could make me a snack."

"Only if you tell me one of your sexy fantasies about me," Steven shot back.

"Just one?" I asked with a cock of a single brow.

"Mm-hm," he hummed and lifted a hand to brush the stray hairs away from my eyes.

I made a face like I was thinking before I kissed Steven's smooth cheek and whispered, "How about we talk about it in the shower. After you wash my hair. And my back. And..." I giggled. "You know."

Steven let out a throaty chuckle and turned his face to take my lips against his again. "Bartering with me, huh?"

"Uh-huh," I murmured and kissed his lips quickly three times. "I'm a girl who always gets what she's worth."

"Alright then," Steven said before lifting his chin to kiss my nose. "I'll wash you all over and make you food but you have to tell me a fantasy and deal with any repercussions that may come from it."

Seriously? I mean, I know I’m a relentlessly horny bitch but how the fuck does he get hard so damn quick and so damn often? Is he, like, superhuman or something?

"You drive a hard bargain," I sighed in faux exasperation before smiling at him softly. "But I accept."

"After the rest though," Steven clarified.

I nodded. "Yes. Of course. After the rest."

"Good," Steven mumbled as he slipped his hand into mine before closing his eyes and settling further into the bed. "I'm gonna need it before the shower."

My smile widened as I rolled my eyes and slid down the bed a bit so I could lay my head on Steven's furry chest, which was a much more comfortable pillow than his hard, muscular shoulder.

"I bet you will," I murmured and kissed his chest with a content sigh. "And so will I."