Daddy's Dirty Obsession - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I arched my back as Nathan slid my shorts down my hips, my breath catching when warmth pooled between my thighs.
The delicate lace of my panties was already soaked when his fingers brushed against my entrance, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes that left me gasping.
"Please…" I whimpered.
"What was that?" His voice was low, smug, as he spread my legs wider and tugged my panties aside.
One thick thumb circled my clit while the other pressed against my entrance. My thighs instinctively clenched around his hand.
"Open," he commanded, gripping my thigh to keep me spread.
His touch was torturously slow, deliberate, as I palmed my own breasts and sucked on my finger to muffle my moans.
"Please… fuck me," I begged, my fingers twisting into the sheets.
Nathan smirked before sliding two fingers inside me, curling them just right as his mouth descended on my neck, teeth scraping against my skin.
"Oh, I will, sweetheart," he growled, his voice thick with promise.
Just the sound of it was enough to push me closer to the edge. I wanted him to ruin me.
"Ah—Daddy, fuck!"
God, he knew exactly how to make me unravel.
His fingers worked me relentlessly, never letting me close my legs no matter how much I squirmed.
I rocked against his hand, desperate for release.
I begged for him to take me, but he had other plans.
His lips trailed down my stomach, pausing just above my aching core.
"This pretty little pussy is mine," he murmured, spreading me open before delivering a sharp slap to my clit.
I jerked, overwhelmed by the sting of pleasure.
Then his mouth was on me, tongue lapping at my folds with slow, deliberate strokes.
My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue delved deeper.
He ate me like a man starved, his skilled tongue circling my clit with precision until I was writhing beneath him, my moans growing louder, more desperate.
"I'm—I'm gonna—Daddy, I'm—"
My back arched, my grip on his hair tightening.
But he stopped just before I could tip over the edge, leaving me gasping, trembling with need.
"Come for me, princess," he ordered, and before I could protest, his fingers plunged back inside me, curling just right.
I shattered with a cry, my thighs shaking as I came hard, soaking his fingers.
"That's it, give it all to me," he coaxed, rubbing my clit faster as I sobbed through the aftershocks.
Another wave crashed over me, leaving me limp and breathless.
Nathan stood, towering over me with a satisfied smirk as he admired his handiwork.
I could barely move, my body still humming with pleasure.
I reached for him, pulling him down into a hungry kiss.
He groaned against my lips, his cock pressing insistently against my entrance.
"Ready for me, baby girl?" he murmured.
"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He dragged the head of his cock through my slick folds, teasing me until I whined in frustration.
"Hands up, princess," he ordered, slapping his length against my clit.
"Please…"
"Say it."
"Please fuck me, Daddy! Please!" I begged, my nails digging into the sheets.
"Who am I?"
His hand wrapped around my throat, his lips brushing mine.
"Daddy!"
He kissed me hard before slamming into me in one brutal thrust.
I screamed as he pounded into me, the bed shaking beneath us.
His grip on my hips was ironclad, forcing me to take every inch of him.
"Harder—Daddy, harder!" I chanted, my legs tightening around him.
He obliged, driving into me with relentless force until I was seeing stars, my body tightening around him.
"I'm coming—fuck, yes!"
"Come for me," he growled, his thrusts never faltering.
I shattered again, my vision whiting out as pleasure consumed me.
Nathan slowed, letting me feel every inch of him as he stayed buried inside me.
"You like that, princess?" he breathed, but before I could answer, he was moving again, fucking me through another orgasm.
When he finally collapsed beside me, pulling me close, I was boneless, sated.
"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered, nuzzling into his chest.
I never wanted this to end.
I woke up sore but satisfied, the memories of last night playing in my mind.
The bed was empty beside me—Nathan had to keep up appearances with Victoria.
My thighs ached as I stood, my legs still weak from how hard he'd taken me.
A glance at the clock had me gasping—I'd overslept, leaving me barely an hour to get ready for my first day at the restaurant.
I showered quickly, my thoughts consumed by Nathan.
Maybe next time, I'd convince him to take me in here.
I slipped into a short, strappy dress—one I knew he'd love—and hurried downstairs.
Nathan was waiting on the couch, car keys spinning around his finger.
"Good morning, Nathan," I said, suddenly shy under his gaze.
His eyes darkened as they raked over me.
"Nathan?"
"Daddy," I corrected, my cheeks heating.
He stood, closing the distance between us.
"You look stunning, princess."
I bit my lip, turning away to make coffee, but he followed, pressing against me from behind.
"Daddy…"
"Keep going," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear.
I tried to focus, but his cock was hard against my ass.
I arched back, grinding against him, earning a low growl.
His hands gripped my waist as he rocked against me, his breath hot on my neck.
"This feels too good," he muttered.
I moaned, wanting more, but the kettle whistled, breaking the moment.
Nathan pulled away with a sharp smack to my ass.
"Can I suck you off?" I asked, eyeing the obvious bulge in his pants.
He smirked but shook his head.
"Later, princess. We can't be late."
I pouted as he ushered me into the car.
As he drove, I couldn't resist teasing him.
"You don't want to fuck me right here?" I purred, trailing my fingers up my thigh.
"You little minx," he growled, his hand sliding under my dress.
His fingers brushed my soaked panties, and I spread my legs wider.
"Later," he promised, withdrawing his touch just as I was about to beg.
I sighed, already counting down the hours.