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  Pinching a pink bud between my thumb and finger, I watch her face to see her gasp. Her eyes roll back and I silently promise myself I will spend time alternatingly worshiping and torturing these lovely ladies one day.

  “Kneel on the bed and put that pretty ass up in the air for Daddy.”

  Indecision plays over her face. Trepidation is quickly replacing arousal. She glances at the doorway like she’s thinking about escape, and I turn her around, giving her still red, swollen bottom a swift spank. She glances back at me, wounded and pouty, but she scrambles up on the bed, all long limbs and rocking curves.

  “Was that so hard?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  I smile as I open the package of a slim jeweled plug. As plugs go, it’s small, but I’m pretty sure she’s a novice to this sort of thing and will be embarrassingly aware of a plug of any size occupying her nether hole.

  Rather than pulling out the lube, I take my time running the plug up and down her shiny slit. Her glistening pussy really is so damn gorgeous all swollen and puffy. I sink the plug inside her warm cunt, and bite back a groan thinking about how it would feel to have my cock there. I’m jealous of the plug and watch avidly as I pull it out and slowly push it back in, coating it well in her honey. Running my fingers through her juices, I paint her bottom hole. She whimpers low in her throat and tries to shift forward as I push at her rosette with the tip of the plug.

  “No, ma’am. Push out for Daddy, and take the whole thing.” I gently press the plug into her virgin hole. When she bears down, I push more firmly, and she jumps a little with a squeak as the plug pops through her ring and settles.

  “Oh god,” she says. She buries her face in the quilt as a bit of her cum dribbles down her thigh. Jesus, but this girl is perfect.

  “Daddy is so proud of you.” I run my hands down her smooth back as I stare at the blue jewel winking up at me between her striped cheeks, right above the most delectable, dripping pussy I’ve ever seen. My dick twitches at all the things I want to do to this girl. Starting with sinking into her mouth.

  “Come on, princess.” I pull her up off the bed.

  “It’s uncomfortable,” she whines. Her fingers tangle in the fabric of my T-shirt and I’m struck by how casually sexy the move is.

  “That’s the point,” I say kissing her forehead. I really do love how tall she is. Cupping her face in one hand, I take her mouth and mold her hand around my cock. I love how she whimpers, her tongue tangling with mine.

  I’m surprised when she pulls back and bites her lip as she sinks to her knees, her luminous baby-blues locked on mine. She fumbles my pants open, her hands shaking as she pulls my cock free. When it falls out in front of her she stares at it like she’s never seen a fucking dick in person before, but I know she has.

  Still, the innocently fascinated look she’s shooting my cock makes me swell even larger. She’s so fucking beautiful, all big eyes and waves of blonde hair tumbling down her back.

  Starting at the base, she licks all the way to the top. She stares at the precum dripping from my tip for a second before tentatively rubbing her lips over it. Mouth glistening with my cum, she licks her fucking lips, her eyes rolling closed like my taste is heavenly to her or something. It’s the single most erotic thing a chick has ever done, and I fight the urge to shove into her mouth. The sight of her on her knees in front of me as she licks at my dick like a fucking kitten, is killing me.

  Finally her eyes lock on mine as she opens wide and closes her mouth over the head of my cock, slowly sliding down until she gags. She sucks her way back up my cock only to reverse the process. She does it again and again, gripping my thighs harder every time her throat closes up over my cock, and I have to fight back my need to come. I notice new honey on her thighs and realize it’s making her hot. Gagging on my cock is turning her on.

  Fisting my hand in her hair I start fucking her mouth. Every couple of thrusts, I hold her down on my length as she moans and claws at my thighs.

  “That’s right, princess. Suck Daddy’s cock real good,” I encourage.

  Her moans are vibrating up my dick, and she’s sucking me so hard my eyes roll back. Her back teeth keep scraping over the head of my dick, and I don’t even care. I’m lost in a haze, fucking the most perfect mouth. I hold her down over my cock and instead of gagging, she swallows me down, her throat working me over. I can’t hold back as she swallows again and again. I pump hard into her mouth and come down her throat.

  I’m still semi hard as she sucks off my tip with a pop. A shiver is going down my spine at the move when she places a dainty kiss to my dick. The move is so sweet and unexpected, it startles a chuckle out of me.

  “You’re a surprise, Candi Dawson,” I say running a finger down the side of her face.

  She shyly peeks up at me from under her lashes. “I’m not quite sure what to make of you, myself, Hank Buchannan.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Come here.” I pull her to her feet and into my arms, feeling tender, sappy at the moment. What the hell is this chick doing to me?

  She’s twining her fingers in the fabric of my shirt again, and I have no idea why I find it cute, or why it makes me want to nibble on the tips of each of her slender digits. I’m obviously overtired and high from coming.

  “Um, Hank?” she asks, tentatively.

  “Yeah?”

  “Well, um, may I, that is to say—”

  “Spit it out princess,” I say down at her.

  “May I come?” she asks, directing her question to my chest. She’s blushing—after everything she just did, now she blushes.

  I’m a bad daddy because I know I should say no. It’s setting a bad precedence to cave now, but she’s taken her punishments so well, and fucking sucked my cock so damn sweetly. She’s new to this, I reason. I’ve talked myself into letting her have an orgasm, but really I just want to see her come and the look on her face when she knows satisfaction from my touch. I’m getting hard again at just the thought of feeling her come. But I’m not about to make it easy on her.

  Reaching down between our bodies, I teasingly run a finger along her swollen pussy lips, careful not to graze her clit. “You want Daddy to make you come?”

  “Mmhm, yes, please,” she says on a sigh, her eyes rolling closed as her hips chase my finger, trying to get the direct contact I’m denying her.

  “How do you ask nicely?”

  “Please, may I come?”

  “Daddy, will you please make me come?” I supply for her.

  She bites her lip, and I notice she does this whenever she’s feeling shy or uncomfortable. It makes me want to suck the abused flesh into my mouth.

  She swallows. “I thought you didn’t want me to call you that.”

  “You have my permission to call me Daddy.” I’m dying to hear the words on her lips again. The first time was a shock, and a lie. This time, I want her to know what she’s saying, and I want to savor it.

  “D-daddy,” she says hesitantly, and I tip up her chin so she has to look me in the eyes when she says it. “Daddy.” It comes out a bit breathy, but her blue eyes are locked on mine, and her expression open and earnest. “Will you please make me come?”

  “Of course, baby girl. It will be my pleasure.” I’m fucked. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to deny this girl anything after this.

  Pulling my shirt up over my head, I heel, toe off my boots before pulling off my pants. I scoot down the center of the bed, pulling her with me. “Come up here and ride Daddy’s face.”

  “You mean you want me to sit on your face?”

  “Mmhm. You’re going to rub your hot cunt on my mouth, and ride my tongue till you come all over me.”

  She shivers at my words but swings her leg over my chest to straddle me. I grab her hips and pull her forward. She clutches the bed frame to steady herself, but she’s still hovering too far out of reach, so I yank her onto my mouth, and her whole body jerks as I suck her clit between my teeth.

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bsp; Her taste is fucking ambrosia, and the little needy moans she’s making are music to my ears. When she starts moving on me, it’s tentative at first. I can tell she’s never done this, and her movements are unsure. Reaching between her cheeks, I grasp the end of the plug and ease it out a ways before sliding it back in.

  Her breath hitches and her legs begin to tremble at the move. Again and again, I gently fuck her with the plug, and she grinds her hot pussy on my face, her hand comes down to grip my hair. I growl into her as her cum gushes on my tongue and she’s riding me, breasts swaying, her pussy clenches on my tongue.

  “Hank, Haank,” her breathy cry rings out as she comes, and I silently vow she’ll be calling me Daddy with the same breathy abandon when she comes on my dick in the near future.

  With shaking legs, she eases off and slumps on the pillows beside me. I run my fingers over her chafed thighs. The tender flesh is beard burned, and I bend down, placing gentle kisses on the red skin. Her shiver at the caress has me trailing kisses up her body until I get to her mouth.

  She runs her delicate fingers over my lips before leaning up to kiss me. It’s the first kiss she’s initiated, and the significance of the move doesn’t get past me.

  My eyes roll back when she wraps a hand around my cock and pressing me to her hot cunt. Her breath catches so sweetly as I rock and slide along her clit. “You want to come on Daddy again, baby girl?”

  She’s nodding, her mouth slightly open on a gasp as I hit her spot again.

  “Make yourself come on Daddy.” My mouth crashes over hers, catching her moans and cries as we move together. I work against her wet pussy, gliding with ease as she holds me in place. She’s getting closer, and I grab her hips, tilting her up until I’m pumping along the full length of her soaked slit, but not entering. Sloppy sounds fill the air as her body bows.

  Fisting her hair, I make her look up at me. “Who’s making you come, princess? Whose cock are you coming on?”

  Her breath hitches before she gets out a broken, “Daddy’s.” Her body bows again as her eyes roll back, “Daddy’s, Daddy’s cock,” a breathless chant.

  Feeling her come undone underneath me, hearing her cry “Daddy” has me spurting on her belly. I slam my mouth over hers, catching her cries, growling into her as my cum covers us both.

  With a light kiss to her swollen lips, I ease back on my knees. Her body is flushed, and she’s sporting red marks here and there from her face to between her legs from my beard. I’d feel bad if the sight didn’t make me feel so damn satisfied.

  Her beautiful breasts rise and fall with jagged inhalations, and I can’t help but lean down to kiss one of those beautiful mounds. I’m breathing like I just ran a mile in five minutes myself.

  Lightning zaps from my balls to the top of my head when Candi squeezes my cock she still has wrapped tight in her hand.

  She blinks up at me with a naughty half grin. The little devil knows what she’s doing.

  Running a finger through my cum pooled on her belly, I paint it over her lips, and her tongue automatically darts out to taste me again.

  I groan. “Oh, princess, you’re going to be the death of me. I’m going to get something to clean us up with.”

  She nods, not moving a muscle as I ease off the bed. I can tell she’s starting to tense up and feel awkward after all that’s been said and done.

  In the bathroom down the hall, I quickly wash myself and soak a washcloth in warm water before padding back to my room. She’s still in the same position, staring up at the ceiling, but now her hands are fisted at her sides. I wipe down her belly, but her hand grabs my wrist as I clean between her legs.

  “I can do that,” she says, her eyes wide and horrified.

  “Daddies clean up their little girl’s mess.” She clearly doesn’t know what to make of that statement, but she lets me go and stares off to the side. Her mouth in a mutinous line. “All done,” I say when I’m finished, dropping a kiss to her bare mound.

  “Um, Hank…aren’t out you going to remove, the um, thing?”

  “The plug?” I ask with a wicked grin. “No, naughty girls get to sleep plugged.”

  “But-but—”

  “No arguing about it either,” I say cutting her off. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.” I pull down the covers on the other side of her and she crawls under the blanket, settling on one side of the bed. I pull her into me, soothing a hand down her back and she starts to relax.

  She rubs her nose on my chest before settling with an arm across my stomach. The move is so damn cute and sweet. I’m falling for this girl, and I think she’s feeling it, too. But the fact remains she’s hiding things from me, and we can’t move on to something more until she opens up.

  “Candice?” I say quietly, not sure if she’s awake.

  “Yeah?” she answers in a sleepy voice.

  “I think it’s time for you to tell me what’s going on with you and your brother, baby girl.”

  Her body stiffens against mine, and she tries to pull away.

  “Oh, no. You’re staying right here and telling me everything you’ve been keeping from me.” When she remains quiet, I hedge, “You can trust me, Candi. After tonight, you have to know you can trust me.”

  “Why, because you’re a delusional asshole who’s good in bed and likes to call himself Daddy?”

  I’m half expecting her words, but they still sting like hell. “No, you can trust me because I care.”

  “Well I don’t want your brand of caring, Daddy. The only reason I let you touch me is because I owe you money. You’re nothing to me.”

  This time when she yanks away from me, I let her go as if scorched. Getting out of the bed, I grab some sweats out of my dresser drawers and yank them on.

  Opening up my nightstand I pull out my wallet, grab the thirty-two bucks I have, and toss it in her face. She flinches and swipes away the money. Her face has gone pale.

  “Hank, I’m sorry—”

  “What? I thought you wanted to play the whore tonight? Not so keen on that game, anymore, either?” My angry words ring in my own ears.

  She sucks in a breath, blinking back tears, and I grit my jaw, refusing to let her off the hook. I was a fucking idiot to get sucked into this girl’s orbit in the first place.

  “Try to get some sleep,” I say shutting the door behind me.

  Somewhere deep down I know she’s just acting out because she’s scared, but I can’t give a shit. I knew better than to get involved with Barbie Princess, and I did it anyway, because I had a hard on for her.

  Big. Fucking. Mistake.

  Going to the liquor cabinet in the living room, I grab a bottle of my dad’s good bourbon and flop down on the couch. Sometimes it pays to live in the house of an alcoholic.

  12

  CANDI

  My eyes are gritty and swollen when I wake up. Daylight streams through the only window in the room, and I’m in Hank’s bed. Alone.

  There’s no mirror in here, but I can take a guess at my hot mess status. The bags under my eyes might as well be filled with bricks. After he threw money at me and stormed out, I cried myself to sleep.

  What I said to him still churns like hot acid in my stomach. I should have confessed everything to him last night. My brother, the lost drugs, Cody fucking us over, and me subsequently being in debt to a stip club owning drug lord. The temptation to spill all my troubles at his feet and have someone to lean on was so great, I almost did just that. But Hank doesn’t deserve to be the plunger of the stopped up shitter my life has turned into.

  What he said hurt like hell, but I know I deserved it. He, however, didn’t deserve any of the crap I said to him. He said he cared and I pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it at his feet.

  Climbing out of bed, I find my skirt and shirt, wincing as I bend down. I have to find a bathroom so I can remove this thing from my ass. My panties are a limp, damp rag of fabric, and I debate what I should do with them as I step into my heels. Spotting a trash can by the dre
sser, I toss the panties and start searching for my bra. It’s as if the thing has disappeared. Without the push-up bra, my breasts are swinging free and peeking out the bottom of the little silky crop top I’m wearing.

  I give up my search and step out into the hall. In the light of day, I feel as conspicuous as Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman when she’s walking around the high-end shopping district in her whore clothes. As Hank pointed, out I play the part of whore well. I have the butt plug and half exposed tits to prove it.

  This thing up my ass is so uncomfortable, it might as well have a road flare attached to it as I exit the room. I’m almost positive Richard Gere never made Julia Roberts walk around sporting butt décor.

  Down the hall in the opposite direction from the living room, I spot the bathroom. Lord almighty, I look like hell. My hair is a tangled mess, and my makeup is smeared all over my face. I’m a cross between the Joker in Batman and a raccoon.

  The mirror is placed too high to get a proper view of my butt, but I still lift my skirt and crane around, trying to gauge whether or not I have any marks on me. A whimper escapes me as I remove the damn plug, wincing at the dull throb its removal causes. My poor derriere is never going to be the same. All my special places are sore like I had some kind of sex marathon. My tushy is tender, but other than a few little bruises—that’s more likely from Hank gripping my ass—there are no visible signs I was introduced to Hank’s belt.

  Washing my face with cool water helps clears my head. The water runs down the drain in a swirl, and I wish it was just as easy to wash away last night. I towel my face dry and discover I still look like hell. Not seeing a comb, I finger brush my hair and avoid glancing at my reflection on my way out. I feel as awful as I look. No need to remind myself of that fact.

  On my way toward the living room we passed through last night, I hear snoring. Hank is passed out on the couch, a half bottle of Jim Beam open on the coffee table. I’m tempted to take his keys and head home. That or just walk. I thought about doing just that last night while I cried into a pillow that smelled like Hank. Daddy.