All For You, Daddy

13 -William.

Ignoring my throbbing d**k, I sit back and bring Grace with me, positioning her in my lap and rocking her back and forth. "It's going to be okay, baby. I promise. This plane is safe. You are safe. I'm not going to let a thing happen to you. Ever." She curls into me, hiding her face in my throat and oh my God, it feels like my chest has been ripped wide open. Is this normal? "Grace, please. You will stop being scared immediately," I say, sounding winded.

She lifts her head, some of her fear clearing. In fact, she giggles a little and the churning in my middle eases slightly. "You can't just order me to stop feeling something. You know that, right?"

"Can I order you to start feeling something?"

"Like what?" she asks.

"Like happiness. With me. Now."

"Just because I'm scared in this moment doesn't mean I'm not happy overall."

I process that, surprised to find it has a calming effect in my chest. Perhaps if I add to her happiness, it will eclipse the fear completely. "What else can I do to make you happy? I'd like a list, please."

Another giggle. "A list?"

"Yes. Right now."

She leans her cheek against my shoulder, looking thoughtful. "It will make me happy if you try to be more understanding with people. If you give them a chance to be something other than deceitful. The way you're going to do with my family."

I would agree to anything right now to keep the tremor out of her voice. "Done. I'll give people a small chance. What else?"

"I don't need anything else," she whispers, reaching up to touch my cheek.

A sound of disagreement leaves me. "There must be something, Grace. A dream that you have that I can help you fulfill..." When her gaze darts down to her lap, I know I've struck gold. "What is it?"

Her teeth sink into her luscious bottom lip. "You know how I like to write in my diary?" I nod and she continues. "Well, I've always kind of wanted to design my own diaries. Special lettering. Personalized for the owner. Is that silly?"

I've lived a bitter life, but I must have done something right to have this little ball of sunshine land in my lap. And now that the fear seems to have left her—she doesn't even seem to realize we're in the air—I lay her back down on the wide leather seat, slowly pressing my weight down on top of her. "No, angel. I think it sounds like something that bring people happiness, the way you've brought it to me." I bring our lips together and lick into her mouth, reveling in the flavor of her moan. "I'll make it happen, baby," I mutter thickly, dragging my mouth along the curve of her neck, gathering the hem of her dress in my hands. "Anything you can dream of is yours."

Before I can get my tongue back in her sweet mouth, she whispers. "It was you, William. You're what I dreamed of most."

Oh.

Oh Jesus. f**k.

I'm in love with this angel.

It's like being stabbed in the chest, but the result isn't pain, it's a rush of euphoria and lightness. It's hard to breathe. I'm sinking.

"You have me," I grit out, my desperation to be inside of her reaching a fever pitch. I need to be joined with her, as close as humanly possible. To cement the fact that she's mine. Mine. Mine forever.

With shaking hands, I turn Grace over onto her stomach, yanking her dress up and leaving it around her waist, my palms raking over her bare, supple bottom, my broken groan filling the cabin of the jet. I squeeze her tight cheeks in my hand, pushing them up so I can see her dripping wet p***y—and I'm lost. I'm so desperate to f**k her, time seems to lose its structure as I let go of her backside and seek out my zipper, shoving it down and climbing on top of Grace at the same time.

"Open your thighs," I rasp, pushing my pants down, along with my briefs, the belt clanking loudly. "Daddy needs it rough this time, angel."

When she does as she's told without a second's hesitation, showing off all that pretty pink between her legs, seed sprays from the head of my c**k, leaving a stripe across her gorgeous ass. Christ, she's such a f*****g turn on. The sight of her alone, the anticipation of thrusting into her, pushes me right to the edge. Knowing I don't have long before my balls give up the fight, I fist my erection and tuck it up against her quivering little hole.

"You love having me wrapped around your finger, don't you? This is how you do it. Treating me to this tight goddamn p***y, baby." I sink several inches inside of Grace, her eager whimpers spurring me on. Making me want to pump hard, fast. Violently. "You spoil me, I spoil you. That's how it works. I've got the money and you've got this hot, young honey cunt."

Grace shocks the hell out of me by tightening up her channel, a wild tremor passing through her, a scream ripping from her throat. She's coming and I'm barely halfway inside of her yet. "William," she whines, whipping her hips back and grinding all the way down on my c**k, drawing a hiss from my lips. "Daddy."

"Sweet f**k," I growl, flattening her to the leather bench and going for broke, driving into her wet, clenching entrance hard, hard, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs, vision doubling from the extent of the pleasure. "You like when I talk about spoiling you?"

"Yes," she gasps, her body bouncing forward and back on the seat, flesh smacking against flesh, faster and faster. "You could b-buy and sell me."

"Sell you? Never. Not for all the money in the world." I growl into her neck, my knees shoving her legs wider, so I can get that much deeper—and ahhh, s**t. That's it. She's got all of me now and she's milking every inch. "Will I use my wealth to keep this p***y damp and a smile on your face? f*****g right I will, baby. I'd buy the privilege of f*****g you with my last cent."

Grace bucks beneath me, her fingertips clawing at the leather seat, chanting my name over and over, in the throes of a second climax. God yes. I knew she was responsive, but this goes far beyond that. Either my d**k hits her just right in this position or it's me talking about buying her. And goddamn, how hot is it that this near-virgin has a dirty little kink?

I bring my weight down on her hard, pushing my mouth up against her ear. "I'm going to come deep enough to get you pregnant. Is that going to cost me extra?"

The scream that comes out of her is frantic and beautiful. There is no way for me to last when her p***y clamps down tight, her muscles flexing in waves around my c**k. I choke out a rendition of her name, humping furiously, driving her up the bench, grunting into her neck. All the while, she keeps coming, lost in the never-ending pitch of the climax. And I join her, going blind at the immense relief, the chaotic bliss of what she gives me. Only her. Only her forever.

There is relief for my body, yes, but not for my heart.

Even after the final ounce of my spend leaves me, I still gather her up, desperate to get close. To smell her, lick her, feel her everywhere—and she allows my new favorite ritual, allowing me to turn her over, drag my tongue over the hills and valley of her body, marking my territory, whispering words of reverence.

And then, when I reach her mouth, I can't hold in the truth.

"I love you, Grace."

Tears fill her eyes. "I love you, William. I love you, too."

With that miracle, the remaining ice inside me melts completely.