Chapter Two: Soaked For Daddy

NICOLE

“Mr Blackwood…” I didn’t get to finish my statement when I slammed my mouth down on his. The kiss was brutal and devouring. For one stunned second, he froze, his lips hard against mine, and then his hand shot up to my shoulders.

“Nicole... fuck,” he growled low against my mouth, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He managed to pull his head back just enough to break the kiss, his eyes blazing with conflict. “We can’t do this. For fuck sake, you’re Elenaa’s friend, and you’re my daughter’s age mate. You are practically my daughter, too. This is not happening. This is wrong on every level, and I’m supposed to be the responsible one here.”

His chest heaved under my palms, and I could feel the rigid tension in every muscle of his tall, powerful frame. The scent of cedar, whiskey and his own warm skin filled my senses, making my head spin.

Years of stolen glances across dinner tables, accidental brushes in the hallway of his sprawling home, and the forbidden attraction I’d buried deep came rushing to the surface. My pulse thundered in my ears, but even as he spoke those responsible words, his fingers didn’t push me away. They dug into my shoulders, holding me in place like he was fighting himself. I could feel the war inside him, the rigid tension in his powerful body, the way his breath hitched when I sucked on his lower lip. The forbidden heat that had simmered for years was finally exploding.

I leaned in again, brushing my lips against his jaw, feeling the scrape of his facial hair. “Then stop me, daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “Push me away if you really don’t want this. Tell me to leave, yell at me to get out, and I promise you, Mr Blackwood, that I would leave and never look back.” The word slipped out, heavy and filthy. His entire body shuddered.

He made a low, tortured sound deep in his throat, a mix of frustration and raw hunger. For a heartbeat, I thought he might actually do it. His jaw clenched, and his hands flexed, then the last fragile thread of his control snapped.

“God damn you, Nicole,” he snarled, and suddenly, he was kissing me back with ferocious intensity.

His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep and demanding, tasting of whiskey and pure masculine heat. He backed me up until my thighs hit the edge of the heavy oak desk in the centre of his grand library. With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds.

His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

I gasped sharply, my head falling back as pleasure jolted through me. “Mr Blackwood… oh… yes Daddy… oh fucking god…” I moaned.

He finger-fucked me roughly, curling those long digits against my G-spot while his thumb ground hard, relentless circles on my swollen clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping in and out filled the quiet study. He added a third finger, stretching me open as he attacked my neck with bites and sucks, marking me.

“You’ve been teasing me for years, wearing those short skirts and gowns anytime you come around,” he growled, biting down gently on my earlobe. “Sitting across me at dinner, calling me ‘Mr Blackwood’ like such a good girl while I tried not to imagine bending you over my desk and ruining this tight little cunt. Now look at you, creaming all over Daddy’s fingers in my own damn study.”

I moaned shamelessly, hips rocking desperately against his hand. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until my first orgasm crashed through me. Ny walls clenched hard around his fingers as I gushed, and my thighs shook violently, but he didn’t stop, he kept fucking me through it with his fingers, drawing out every pulse until I was whimpering and oversensitive.

Before I could recover, he pulled his fingers out and pushed me to my knees on the dark rug.

“Open that pretty mouth for Daddy,” he said, and I obeyed eagerly, my lips parting as he freed his thick, veined cock, the fat pink head already leaking pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around the tip and took him deep, choking as he hit the back of my throat. He groaned loudly, fisting my hair and fucking my face with deep, controlled thrusts.

“That’s it… suck Daddy’s cock like the hungry little slut you are.”

I moaned around his thickness, the vibration travelling up his shaft. My hand slid desperately between my spread thighs, two fingers plunging into my soaked pussy in the same rhythm as my bobbing head, fast, sloppy and greedy. Every time I sank my mouth on his cock, I thrust my fingers deep inside myself, curling them against that sensitive spot. Every time he pulled back, I dragged my fingers out, teasing my clit with quick, messy circles before plunging back in.

Fresh wetness gushed down my thighs as I finger-fucked myself harder, matching the brutal pace of his cock stretching my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, spit dripping from my chin, but I couldn’t stop. My second orgasm was already building fast, hot, coiling pressure deep in my core that grew tighter with every thrust of my fingers and every wet slurp of my lips.

He held me down for long seconds, my nose pressed against his pelvis, my throat convulsing around him while my fingers pumped furiously inside me. The pressure finally snapped.

I came violently around my fingers, a broken, muffled scream vibrating around his cock as I squirted hard. Clear, hot fluid sprayed out between my thighs, soaking my hand and the rug beneath me in pulsing waves. My pussy clenched and fluttered wildly, juice dripping everywhere, while I kept sucking him through my orgasm, desperate and shaking.

He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glisytening cock just as the last tremors of my squirting orgasm rippled through me. I gasped for air, trembling, and my fingers were still buried deep inside my spasming cunt.

He lifted like I weighed nothing and sat me on the edge of the desk. Dropping to his knees, he spread my thighs wide, hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, and buried his face in my pussy.

“Been dying to taste this sweet cunt for so long,” he rasped, voice thick with raw hunger.

His tongue speared deep inside me without warning, hot and wild, fucking in and out while his nose ground against my swollen clit. I squirmed violently on the desk, hips bucking against his face as fresh wetness flooded his mouth. Three thick fingers plunged back into me again, stretching me open, curling ruthlessly against that spongy spot inside while his lips latched onto my clit and cucked hard.

The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me, the sloppy, greedy slurps mixed with my desperate whimpers filled the study and maybe echoed down the corridor, but I didn’t fucking care about the outside world, my concern was with Mr Blackwood driving me wild.

I was already so sensitive from earlier, every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers making me jerk and grind shamelessly against his face.

“Yes… Daddy… fuck… just like that!” I cried, my fingers threading desperately through his hair, pulling him harder into my dripping pussy. I couldn’t stay still, my thighs trembled around his head as I squirmed and rocked, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. He groaned against my folds, the deep vibration shooting straight through my core and making my walls flutter around his fingers.

“He pulled back just enough to growl. “Cum again for Daddy. Flood my mouth like a good girl,” he said, and I was already close. The third orgasm crashed into me even harder than the last. I screamed, back arching sharply off the desk as my pussy gushed violently around his fingers and tongue.

Clear squirt sprayed against his chin and mouth in pulsing waves while I shook and squirmed uncontrollably, thighs clamping around his head. He refused to stop, licking and sucking greedily through every shuddering pulse, drinking down every drop as my hips jerked and twisted in overstimulation.

Only when I was a trembling, oversensitive, whimpering mess did he rise. His mouth crashed against mine in a filthy, cum-smeared kiss, letting me taste my own squirt and arousal on his tongue. While we devoured each other, I reached down with a shaky hand and stroked his throbbing cock. It was rock-hard, massive, and pulsing in my grip.

He positioned the fat, leaking heat at my entrance, rubbing it up and down my soaked, squirting-wet slit, teasing my hypersensitive clit until I was begging and squirming on the desk.

“Tell Daddy what you want,” he demanded, his eyes burning into mine.

“I want you to fuck me raw, Daddy,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Please… ruin me… make me beg and unable to walk.”

With a guttural groan, he slammed into me to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch was overwhelming, perfect, burning so good that my eyes rolled back. I wailed, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he started moving in deep and punishing strokes that made the heavy oak desk creak and scrape across the floor.

“Fuck… this tight little cunt is gripping Daddy’s cock so perfectly,” he snarled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He fucked me like an animal, hips snapping relentlessly. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and the filthy squelching of my soaked pussy.

I came again hard around his cock almost immediately, screaming “Daddy!” as my walls spasmed and another smaller squirt leaked out around his thick shaft, soaking his balls and the desk beneath us.

He didn’t slow down for a second. He pulled out, spun me around, and bent me over the desk. My breasts pressed against the cool wood as he kicked my legs wider and slammed back inside from behind. This angle was deep, the fat head of his cock dragging against my G-spot with every thrust.

“This tight little cunt is mine now,” he growled, pounding me senseless. “Say it.”

“Daddy’s,” I sobbed, another orgasm ripping through me so intensely my vision blurred. “It’s Daddy’s cunt… fuck! Please… don’t… fucking… stop!”

He roared and fucked me even harder, balls slapping wetly against my clit. He kept thrusting through my climax, using my pulsing, squirting pussy to chase his own release.

Finally, with a deep animalistic groan, he buried himself inside of me and exploded. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded deep inside me, pulse after heavy pulse. It was so much that it leaked out around his cock and ran down my trembling thighs in messy streams. He kept grinding through his orgasm, using his seed as lube, like he wanted to mark me forever.

I collapsed onto the desk, completely ruined, legs shaking, barely able to breathe, my pussy still fluttering and leaking a mixture of our fluids.

For a moment, he stayed buried deep inside me, forehead pressed to my shoulder, breathing ragged, then he slowly pulled out, and I felt his cum drip down my thighs as he stepped back.

Ethan ran a hand through his hair, jaw clenched tight. His eyes were still dark with lust, but something colder was creeping in. Was it regret? I thought to myself.

“This never happened,” he said roughly, voice low and final. He tucked himself away and buttoned his shirt in a fast-paced. “You understand me, Nicole? None of this ever fucking happened. Is that clear?”

I turned slowly, still trembling, his cum leaking down my legs. My dress was huddled around my waist, and my body was marked with his bites and handprints, and now he was acting like none of this had happened, as if he could erase everything we just did with a few words.

“But… Daddy-”

“Don’t,” he cut me off sharply, eyes flashing red. “Get cleaned up and go downstairs. Go meet your friends, and tell no one about this. This was a huge mistake, a one-time lapse in judgment. I’m Elena’s father, and you’re her best friend. Whatever we just did ends here.’

His words were cold and controlled, but his eyes, those piercing eyes, lingered on my body, on the mess he had made of me, like a man who already knew one taste would never be enough. His hand clenched at his side, as if he was fighting the urge to pull me back against him.

I slipped off the desk on shaky legs, adjusting my dress with trembling fingers. His warm cum continued to leak down my inner thighs with every step towards the door. As I reached for the handle, I glanced back one last time.

Mr Blackwood stood behind his desk, watching me with a wrecked and conflicted stare. His jaw was tight, and his fist was clenched so hard. The respectable, cold billionaire mask was sliding back into place, but we both knew the truth that this was far from over.