Daddy's Little Slut

Stella sat at the bar, her fingers playing with the rim of her glass as she scanned the crowd. The dim lighting didn’t hide much; people here were predictable, and she could usually spot the type she was looking for. Her eyes landed on a tall figure entering the bar, his confident stride catching her attention immediately. He was exactly the kind of guy she needed for this. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "This is it, girl," she whispered under her breath. "Go do your thing." With deliberate steps, Stella made her way over to him, her eyes fixed on his as she slid onto the barstool next to him. Her gaze held a mixture of curiosity and desire—this was a game she had mastered. "You’re not married," she said, her voice low and direct, breaking the ice with an unexpected bluntness. He turned, his lips quirking into a smirk. "It’s nice to meet you too." Stella leaned in slightly, her voice more playful now. "My name’s Stella." "I’m Devin," he replied, a curious look crossing his face. "Is there something you need?" "Yes," she said simply. "I need you." Devin’s eyes slowly roamed over her, lingering on her features. His interest was clear; he liked women who knew what they wanted. "Maybe we should get a drink first," he suggested, his voice smooth. "That would be nice," Stella agreed, flashing him a smile as she crossed her legs. The movement wasn’t subtle, and the hem of her skirt revealed just enough of her thigh to catch his attention. His gaze followed, and he licked his lips absentmindedly. "You look stunning," he complimented her, his voice huskier now. "Thank you," Stella replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes wide and inviting. She was playing the role perfectly. "You look young," Devin observed, his gaze still appraising her. "How old are you?" "Thirty-seven," she answered smoothly, "you?" "Old enough," he replied, dodging the question with a smile. He signaled to the bartender for another round. "You don’t have to buy me a drink, you know," Stella teased, though her eyes sparkled. "I know," Devin said, leaning in just a bit. "But when a pretty lady graces me with her presence, I always buy her a drink." "You flatter me," Stella said, laughing softly. "So, what do you do?" "Nothing special," he said with a shrug. "What about you?" "I’m an app developer," Stella lied easily, her palms dampening slightly with nervous sweat. She could feel the tension building between them, but she was getting what she wanted. Just a little more, and she’d be done. Devin glanced at her with a gleam in his eyes. "Want to get out of here?" Stella hesitated for a moment, glancing at the bartender. "Shouldn’t we wait for our drinks?" Devin chuckled. "I guess not." He extended his hand toward her. "Okay, let’s go," she said, placing her hand in his. Outside, the air was cold, and she shivered involuntarily. Devin noticed immediately and removed his jacket, draping it over her shoulders with a smile. "Here," he said. "Don’t want you freezing out here." Stella pulled the jacket tighter around her, feeling his warmth seep into her skin. "Thank you," she murmured, her breath visible in the chilly air. "You’re a real gentleman." "I try," Devin said, his eyes gleaming as he stepped closer. "You smell good, Stella." "So do you," she replied, her voice soft. They stood there for a moment, the world around them fading as they stared at each other. "Kiss me," Stella said suddenly, breaking the silence. Devin blinked, surprised. "But—" Before he could finish, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him toward her, pressing her lips to his in a fierce kiss. For a moment, Devin kissed her back, his hands gripping her waist before he pulled away, breathless. "Wait," he said, shaking his head slightly. "We can’t do this in the middle of the street." Stella smiled. "Then where?" "Let me take you home," he suggested, his voice low with anticipation. They hailed a cab, and the tension in the air was thick as they sat side by side. Stella tapped her fingers nervously on her knee, her mind racing. "Are you nervous?" Devin asked, his eyes scanning her face. Stella glanced at him and nodded. "Yeah. A little." Devin chuckled softly. "Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle." The words hung in the air, but Stella couldn’t bring herself to respond. She wanted to say something—anything—but the cab came to a stop in front of Devin’s apartment building before she could gather her thoughts. "We’re here," Devin said, opening the door and helping her out. They hurried inside, their pace quickening as they reached his apartment. "Why are we rushing?" Stella asked, her breath coming faster. "Because," Devin said, his voice rougher now, "you kissed me, and now I want to know if the rest of you tastes as good as your lips." A thrill ran down her spine at his words, and she squeezed her thighs together. "That’s dirty," she whispered. "I never said I was a good boy," he replied with a grin. By the time they made it inside, the tension had reached a boiling point. Devin barely got the door closed before pulling her toward the bed. "Now what?" Stella asked, her voice barely audible over the pounding in her chest. Devin leaned down, his lips grazing her ear. "Now, I eat your p***y until you scream my name." Stella’s breath hitched as his words sent a jolt of heat through her. "I don’t believe you." Devin smirked. "You don’t have to." He spread her legs, tearing her panties away with his teeth. She gasped, both surprised and aroused. "Careful," she murmured, "those were my favorite." "I’ll buy you as many as you want," he promised. The rest of her words were lost as he lowered his head between her thighs.