Hazel pops her head in. “Hey, Dad. Thought I heard something. Everything okay?”
I choke on my own lie. “Yeah, baby. Fine.”
“Okay. I was just getting water. I think Violet fell asleep on the couch in the game room.”
That or rode my cock until I broke her. “Okay. Goodnight.”
“Night, Dad.”
I scrape my hands down my face, unsure how to grasp what just happened. “I am a bad daddy.”
3
Bonus Scene
Violet
I haven’t slept a wink. My mind keeps going back to Daddy Winters and his amazing cock. I’ve never had a man so hot. I thought he would give in to the temptation, but I never imagined how bad he would
really be. His wife must have been a crazy bitch to leave. I’m restless under my blanket on the couch thinking about having him again—and again.
And there’s no way a man as hungry as he was last night would turn me down if I came searching for more. I throw the blanket off and tiptoe down the hall. Quiet as a mouse, I make my way upstairs and peek in Hazel’s room to find her fast asleep. I make my way toward the end of the hallway and turn the knob, finding his door open. I sneak in, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of his large room. The small light from the bathroom illuminates the room, and I notice the gigantic shower. All the dirty things we could do in it swirl in my naughty mind. I gaze to the left, finding his bed in the center of the room. He’s sleeping, his bare chest teasing me, a silk bed sheet resting just above his navel.
Even in the darkness, I admire his broad chest. My clothes are quickly discarded onto his floor as I walk over and climb in next to him. He doesn’t budge when I lift the sheet, happy to see he sleeps naked. I crawl under and adjust myself between his legs. I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I walked out of his office. I work my lips around the tip of his cock, then lick down his shaft when he begins to stir. My hand wraps around his girth, and I pump him slowly, going back up and circling my tongue over the head.
“Mmmm…” he moans. I bet he’s dreaming about me. I suck harder, working him deep down my throat, repeating my movements, until I feel him jolt under me. “What the fuck—?”
His hand digs into my hair, trying to pull me off him. “Violet? Fuck no. You can’t do this—Jesus…” Yeah, that’s it. I bob up and down, the hold on my hair loosening. “Violet, this is wrong. You’re too—fuck...” His hips slam up, and I swallow him deeper.
“Don’t worry, Daddy. This can be our little secret.” I soak my thighs with arousal just thinking about how forbidden this is. “You can fill me anywhere, anytime.” I gag when he slams up, his hand now guiding my head. It only takes three more fast pumps before he twitches, coming down my throat. I moan through his release, sucking him clean.
His rough grip tugs at my hair, and he rips me off him. His heated gaze takes in my nudity, a fire blazing from his orbs. A deep growl reverberates in his chest. With his free hand, he grips my waist, tossing my back against the bed. “I told you before—I hold all the control.” His hands are rough, threatening to bruise my hips as he drags his hungry mouth down my body and over my throbbing pussy. His face disappears between my soaked thighs, and he sucks at my sex with a fierceness that pulls my back off the mattress. “That’s right. Take my fucking tongue.” He goes back for more, eating me like a savage. My pussy pulsates as my orgasm rips through me, clenching and spasming around his finger and tongue.
He falls to the side next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath. “This is so bad,” he pants, his chest rising and falling.
“Yet so good.” I turn to my side. “We both know Hazel’s a late sleeper. Why don’t you take me into your gigantic shower and bend me over that fancy tile?”
His eyes blaze with anger, but his cock hardens, giving him away. He grips my hip and spanks my ass. “Rule number one: never mention my daughter. Rule number two: I say what happens.” He spanks me again and pops up, his cock thick and long and more than ready. “Now, get in the shower. Daddy needs to clean you up.”
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