Page 15 of Daddy It's Cold Outside
The sheets were drenched with cum within seconds and still he wasn’t done with me.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, show me you’re Daddy’s girl.”
His words were an aphrodisiac on my endorphin-soaked mind, and I convulsed around his fingers again and again.
He continued tormenting me by alternating hitting the A spot deep inside and flicking my clit. I was losing my hold on reality. Animal-sounding moans filled the room as I came again.
“I love you, Antonia. This is mine.” He pinched my softening nub and instantly my body was back in the game, close to yet another orgasm.
“These are mine.” He tweaked one of my hardened nipples and then the other.
“This is mine.”
He thrust hard into my backside, filling me so deep I felt speared by him. It was that precipice that did it. The aggressive claiming by Daddy brought me back to that place of perfection. I was loved and wanted, and no one could take that from me. Not the mafia, or the cartel, or any person. What Alex gave me in that moment was a kinetic memory so strong I knew I would never drop so low again. Now I could see and accept what he’d been saying all along. I was his, claimed, tamed and adored.
“I didn’t choose you, Antonia. I fell in love with the only woman for me. Would you deny Daddy the love he so deeply desires?”
Letting his words wash me of all the self-doubt, I fell apart on his fingers, milking them like I would his cock. He pulled out of my ass and slammed back in. “Answer me!”
“No, Daddy. I would never.”
“Good girl. Let me ask again. Do you deserve to come?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And why is that?” He withdrew and thrust back inside.
“Because, if I didn’t deserve to, you wouldn’t be here with me right now. I’ll always know that, even when I doubt myself. I shouldn’t doubt you.”
I knew I offered the answer he’d been looking for, a truth I’d been stuffing down for weeks. It all seemed silly now, but it sure felt real. Alex shifted then, picking up the pace and finally gave in to his primal need.
“Come with me, Antonia. Now!”
This time when I orgasmed and squeezed his fingers, his cock thickened inside of me and then the hot splash of his seed filling me set off one more orgasm. My moans of pleasure intertwined with his growls of release. Our heavy breathing filled the room until that too died out and we were encased in silence.
We lay on our sides with his pulsing cock still inside of me. I wanted to stay like this glued together with his body wrapped around mine. When he softened and withdrew, I wanted him back in. I missed this, and him, so much and not just while he was away, but in the weeks leading up to his departure.
I pulled away from his warmth with the sudden urge to relieve my bladder.
“Where do you think you’re going, brat?”
“I need to pee.”
“Can you hold it for a moment? I’ll get the tub ready in the other bathroom and come back for you.”
Without waiting for a reply, he left. The other bathroom was equally as beautiful as our ensuite and faced the forest that the house backed on to but wasn’t quite as large as the one I’d gotten drunk in last night, but at least it was clean and ready for use.
“Ready, princess?”
“You’re just on time. A moment later and I would be adding pee to the mix in our sheets.”
I meant it as a joke but both of us glanced at the red stains and cum-soaked sheets.
“None of that matters now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He scooped me into his powerful arms, and I snuggled into his chest, burying my nose in the soft space between his shoulder and neck.
“I’m glad you’re home.”
“I am too.” He smiled down at me. “Once the contract was signed, I was on the plane and coming home. You were all I could think about, Antonia.”
