Yes, Daddy (Dominant Series #1) ✔️

Part 5

"That is a daddy's c**k baby" He sensually whispered. It made her widen her eyes but then she quickly recovered and bobbed her head as if she understood what he meant.

"Why is it pressing against me daddy?" She innocently questioned after a pause. He stifled his growl. Why was she so innocent? He had never met anyone like her. But also it was such a turn on for him knowing that she didn't have any experience and he will be first.

"Because it's happy to see you baby. Yeah..." He answered suddenly experiencing the dryness in his throat and his ears seemed hot. He wanted to close his eyes at the way his body was reacting having her pressed against him like this. She moved against him, because she was a minx and loved to torture him or because she was simply curious.

"It feels good daddy" She wondered out loud as she moved against him, his hard c**k tenting more against his joggers, ready to break free. His throat felt dry and his eyes darkened. He did not want to scare her, because as much as he loves to brag about his d**k he was sure that she'll be scared to see his length. He was abnormally huge and he didn't want to scare her.

"Stop moving baby...ahh..." He breathlessly said as she whimpered trying to move against him again. He halted her by firmly placing his hands around her waist and he almost felt like crying at the way she perfectly sunk in his arms.

"But it makes you feel good daddy. Your c**k likes it?" She innocently blinked her eyes. He sharply inhaled and looked at her. The way she uttered the word was like music to his ears but also if someone found out then he'll be behind bars and he was too rich and handsome for that prison.

"Don't say c**k baby" He sternly said looking at her with his eyes narrowed indicating that he was actually serious. The teen pouted but then nodded her head.

"But I like moving against it." She lowly added as if it was a secret. He groaned and wanted to brush it off as he didn't but then it would be stupid because she was staring at him expecting his response. He looked at her and noticed her delicate features. She was too pretty and he felt like staring into those beautiful eyes forever and wrapping his lips around hers and coaxing them open and licking into her mouth.

"You do?" He questioned breathlessly. She eagerly nodded her head and as if to prove her point she moved against him to which he stuttered, his head thrown back as her hot centre was moving against his hard length.

"Okay stop doing that baby... Just get on your knees" He hoarsely whisperred. Her eyes knitted in confusion. He let out a sigh at that.

"Why?" She softly asked her lips rounded and looking at him with her innocent eyes. He pressed a short yet firm kiss between her eyebrows, wanting to erase that frown lines.

"You want to make my c**k happy right, baby?" He asked her his voice hoarse and deep. The teen hummed without hesitation. 

"Then you have to kiss it baby. You can do that, yeah?"

"Yes I can do that daddy" She nodded her head causing that smug smirk to widen. He slowly pushed his joggers down, his c**k springing and slapping against his stomach. He clenched his eyes as he noticed that his c**k had turned red at the tip, angry and pre come was already formed at the tip. He wrapped his hand around his c**k and gave it a hard tug.

He heard her gasp and enjoyed the way her mouth slightly parted looking at his angry c**k and then he pushed her on ground, her knees sinking and immediately started moving his hand around his c**k, the hard skin creating a beautiful friction with his hand but he wanted more.

"Open your mouth baby" He whispered. She obediently opened her mouth and forwarded her tongue towards him. He groaned and feebly moved towards her and slapped his c**k on the tip of her tongue. The teen giggled and then wrapped her mouth around his c**k.

"Daddy?" The harsh tug on his shoulder bought him back to reality and he looked at her. 

He blinked his eyes repeatedly and realised that it was just a dream. She was not on her knees like he imagined and she was not sucking his c**k like he thought.

"Oh...Ha. Yeah..." He slurred unable to form any words at the moment and then looked around and noticed that he was still in her room and she was still standing close to him, the only change was she was not on her knees.

"Daddy are you fine?" She asked and then arched up, because it seemed like she wanted to kill him, making her hip exactly closer to his c**k. He tightened his grip on her and noticed that her palm was resting on his forehead now. He scrunched his nose and that's when he registered that she was trying to check his temperature but that didn't faze him at all.

He entertained her for few seconds, enjoying his hands against her hip and then she got back on her heels and looked at him with her brows knitted together.

"You're not sick?" She stated more like asked. He almost wanted to laugh because he was sick and even after all this he wanted to bend her down, lift her sheer shirt and part her delicious thighs and smell her. With his two fingers part her lips and dive his mouth in her hot centre, taste her like she's the last meal and the only think making him sane.

"No baby I'm fine. Don't worry" He softly cooed as her face still had worry lines. Bella nodded still a bit unsure.

"Okay but you still haven't answered my question daddy" She asked, her voice curious. His eyes widened because he genuinely thought that she would forget about it and they could go on in their lives but apparently everything doesn't work out in his favour.

"Oh... Its my cock... Just like females have their private part, males also do..." He nervously chuckled though all he wanted to do was hit himself because honestly why would you say c**k instead of p***s. Isn't that what they teach in school books? His mouth is filthy. Sue him. 

"Like my p***y?" He choked as she innocently asked him. He took a deep breath before he looked at her.

"Where?... What? I mean how do you know that word?" He asked his voice breathy and slurred. 

"I overheard some girls at home talking about it, daddy." She admitted, flush on her cheeks. Xavier relieved a sigh because he genuinely thought that she might have accidentally stumbled through his browser or something. That reminded him, he should clear his Web history.

"Okay but that's a naughty word baby. You cannot say that in public, alright?" He said while raising his eyebrows. 

"But..." She started but he shushed her.

"Only bad girls and naughty girls use that word baby. You're not one of them, are you?" He asked his voice unstable. She shook her head blinking her eyes at him and he felt mesmerised at that.

"But daddy why is it hard?" She asked and he yelped when she reached out and poked a finger. What did just happen? He thought with his eyes widened as he felt her poke. His c**k twitched in his joggers and he stumbled a bit at the touch.

"Bella!" He screeched loudly. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. Tears immediately formed in her eyes as his nose flared and he felt guilt swarm him. Because he definitely didn't want to make her feel this way but it was just unexpected and he had to react that way. It was a instinct.

Her lips wobbled as she moved a feet away from him and he instantly missed her warm body and the scent that surrounded her. He looked at her as she avoided his eyes now. He sighed.

"Baby..." He softly whispered. At his sound she winced but didn't come forward. He took three steps towards her and immediately wrapped his one arm around her petite waist because he just can't stay away from her.

"You can't touch mens c**k like that. They'll get a wrong idea baby and they'll try to take advantage of you..." Tears were flowing as he was trying to explain her. He lifted her head gently and wiped her eyes.

"Oh angel I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you. Please don't cry..." He wiped her tears. She shook her head trying to talk but he was sure that she was too overwhelmed to do that.

"Do you want daddy to kiss you better? Hmm?"

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