Vicious Daddy by Bianca Cole
Alicia
Niall’s teeth graze my clit, and it’s all it takes to send me over the edge for the second time in ten minutes. Every part of my body tenses, and then something happens. Something that has never happened before. A rush of pleasure so indescribable, followed by a gush of liquid squirting from my pussy onto Niall’s face. It’s one of the best feelings I’ve ever felt, but I feel a mix of shame and confusion over what the hell just happened.
I tense, trying to sit up. “I’m sorry, I don’t—”
Niall pushes me back down, looking me right in the eye. “Never apologize for squirting, baby girl, that was hot as sin.” Niall brings his head back to my pussy and laps up every drop of my juice as if he’s starving for it. “I love it when you squirt for me.” His icy blue eyes look far off and lucid as he loses himself in us.
My nipples harden to painful and my pussy tightens as my orgasm continues to hold me captive.
Maybe he was right to be cocky. The man is a master with his tongue like no other I’ve ever experienced. He straightens and fists his straining, rock hard shaft in his hands. “I think I proved it, don’t you?” he asks, eyebrow raised.
I nod, unable to find the words to speak right now.
Niall is a vision of perfection. I take in every dip and curve of his hard muscles veiled in beautiful ink. I’ve always loved the way his tattoo spreads up his neck, but seeing him totally naked like this emphasizes the beauty of the art on his skin. I want to lick every inch of his body, worshipping it the way it was made to be worshipped.
“Fuck me,” I moan, feeling the need deep inside of my core increase as I watch him stroke his perfect cock up and down.
A greedy lust floods his eyes. “You don’t have to ask me twice, little lass,” he groans, moving forward. He stops suddenly, tilting his head to the side. “First, I need to find something to restrain you with.”
My heart skips a beat and the excitement increases.
Could Niall’s taste in sex be as twisted and rough as mine?
From the way he claimed and fucked my throat so roughly, I hope so. A tingling need pulses through every nerve in my body, consuming me from the inside out. I’ve wanted no one the way I want Niall. It’s an unbelievable, burning hunger that feels like it could eat me alive if I don’t feel him inside of me, completing me.
Niall walks over to the drapes, which are tied back with rope ties. He pulls one off and glances back at me. “This should work nicely.” He returns to the sofa and grabs my wrists forcefully, wrapping the tie around both of them and tightening them around my wrist with a knot that I couldn’t undo no matter how hard I try.
A flood of jealousy hits me as I wonder who else he’s tied up like this. It’s ridiculous, as I know Niall has been with many other women. I just hate thinking about it.
“Now you have no control,” he breathes, holding my gaze with a harsh look that sends shivers down my spine. “I own you.”
My stomach tightens at the possessive tone of his voice.
Niall grabs my hips and forces me to lie down on the sofa at a different angle, allowing him to kneel between my thighs. He strokes the enormous length between his legs, making every part of my body ache for him.
Niall’s ice-blue eyes bore into me with an intensity that heats me right to the core. He’s a hungry beast, ready to devour me.
“Watch us, baby girl,” he orders, making my stomach clench.
I writhe against the rope he used to tie my wrists up, wanting nothing more than to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him inside of me.
I drop my attention to his thick, long cock nudging at my entrance. The need inside of me doubles at the sight. It’s so wrong that we’re doing this, but it feels right in ways I can’t put into words.
The man who has always protected me now wants me. It’s too much to get my head around. I always thought Niall saw me as his best friend’s useless little sister, even if we are adults now. There’s always been this disconnect between me and Niall. I couldn’t understand why he kept me at an arm’s length as we got older until two months ago when he saved me.
Perhaps what we are doing now is the reason.
“Please, Niall,” I moan, feeling my clit throb with need.
A handsome smirk curls onto his lips, making my insides melt. “Since you asked so nicely, lass.” He thrusts his hips forward, burying every inch inside of me with one long stroke.
My slick, soaking wet pussy engulfs every single inch until his balls rest against my ass. The moment he’s inside of me, I feel complete. The deep ache that pulsed inside of me soothed by the immense size of his cock. We shouldn’t be doing this and yet it feels utterly right. I watch as he slowly draws his cock out of me, slick with my juices.
“Such a dirty little girl watching me fuck your pretty little cunt, aren’t you?”
My nipples tighten and stomach flutters at his dirty talk. “Niall,” I half moan and half gasp, hearing him be so damn dirty.
“That’s it, baby girl, moan my name,” he growls, before thrusting every inch back inside of me hard.
My back arches and I pull at the ropes around my wrists, loving being dominated. “Yes, fuck me,” I groan, feeling the pleasure tear through every nerve ending in my body. Niall is a god. He’s made me come twice already. I’ve never come so fast for any man before. Already, I can feel that third orgasm building as he fills and stretches me with his cock.
Niall captures my lips, kissing me viciously. His teeth graze my lip and he bites softly. “Fuck, little lass, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he groans, fucking me harder still.
I arch my back, wanting him to lose control. The need to be treated so roughly has always confused me. It’s the reason I joined Euphoria as it was the one place people wouldn’t judge me for my sexual kinks. The possibility that Niall might have similar kinks excites me.
He presses his fingertips into my hips hard enough to bruise, making me moan louder. Niall’s eyes flash with a feral desire that makes me feel more wanted than I’ve felt in my entire life. He grabs hold of my throat, soft at first. It only makes my desire increase.
When I don’t tense, he chokes me. I feel my pussy getting wetter and that overwhelming frenzy inside of me building higher and higher. The lack of oxygen only increases the rush of pleasure mounting inside of me.
Niall knows what he’s doing as he backs off at the right time. “Fuck, baby girl, you make me crazy,” he groans, thrusting into me so hard it’s as if he’s trying to break me in two. The need between us is frenzied as he kisses me deeply, continuing to pound into me hard and fast.
Niall grabs my hips suddenly, flipping me onto all fours. He pushes my face into the cushions of the couch roughly, digging his fingertips into my hips. “You take my cock so damn well, little lass.” He slowly slides every inch back inside of me, letting me feel him invading my body softly before he turns feral again.
I moan so loud, forgetting where we are and what we’re doing. Any of the staff could hear us, but I can’t find it in me to care. It feels so dirty and yet so fucking right. Niall should be off limits. I know that to my very core and yet the same part of me knows how right this is.
Niall’s rough treatment of me only makes me want more. He spanks my ass hard, and every muscle in my body tenses. It’s as if this man can read my mind. He’s a master of my body in every way. He continues to fuck me harder, spanking my ass with the exact right amount of force.
I’ve never felt so connected to anyone else before in my life. Niall makes me feel wanted and safe, two things I’ve craved my entire life. It’s crazy to think he’s been here, right in front of me all this time.
Niall stops, making me whimper. “Lie down again. I want to look into your eyes as you come on my cock,” he orders.
I do as he says, flopping down onto my back with my tied arms in front of me. Niall is a vision of perfection. His taught muscles tense and rippling as he breathes heavily, staring at me with such crazed passion.
The sight of his cock so hard and erect, dripping with pre-cum and my own juice that I want to lick off. It feels like torture as he waits, watching me. “Are you ready to come for me, little lass?”
I swallow hard at him using that nickname. A nickname he’s given me since I first met him. It feels both wrong and right that he would use it while we fuck. “Yes,” I breathe. “I need you to fill me with your seed, Niall,” I beg, looking him straight in the eye.
Any hold he had on his senses snap as he comes at me like a wild animal, thrusting his cock all the way inside until he can’t sink any deeper. He bites my neck hard enough to leave a mark, drawing blood. I groan, shocked when he licks the wound. “Oh fuck,” I breathe, feeling conquered by him.
Our instincts call to each other, driving us both wilder with need with each move we make.
“You’re mine, Alicia. Do you understand?” he murmurs into my ear before biting my ear lobe.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, finding it almost impossible to draw enough oxygen into my lungs.
His huge cock stretches me as he increases the momentum, driving me closer to heaven with each thrust. I can feel the intensity of my orgasm building higher. It’s the most amazing sensation I’ve ever felt.
“I want to feel that pretty little cunt come on my cock, baby girl.”
His dirty talk is all it takes to coax a third world shattering orgasm from my body. My eyes roll back in my head, as the pleasure is too much to bear. It’s a mix between total euphoria and pain. The same sensation hits me as a flood of liquid pools around his cock and squirts onto his abdomen. I squirted for the second time in my life all over his cock.
“Yes, daddy,” I cry, lost to the sensations of the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Niall growls like an animal as I feel his cock explode deep inside of me, filling me with his cum. I take a few moments to realize the words that just came out of my mouth. Shame and shock hit me all at once. The moment I realize what I said, I tense.
Niall is staring at me with even more hunger as he keeps his still hard cock throbbing inside of me. “Is that what you want, baby girl?” he asks, his voice a passionate rasp.
I draw in a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where—”
He growls, cutting me off. “Don’t apologize.” He wraps his hand around my throat forcefully. “If you want me to be your daddy, I will be. I’ll be anything for you, Alicia”
My heart pounds frantically in my chest. I shake my head, sheer embarrassment over slipping up infects my blood. “I don’t know where that came from.”
Niall narrows his eyes. “Bullshit, Alicia. You know exactly what you like.”
My brow furrows as I search his blue eyes, trying to work out how he would know that. “What do you mean?”
“I know more about you than you think, little lass.”
My stomach twists and I wonder if he knows I am a member of Euphoria in Boston. I haven’t been for a few months. In fact, ever since Niall saved me by the river, the thought of fucking another man makes me sick to the stomach. “I’m not sure I want to know what that means.”
He smirks. “On your hands and knees for daddy. I’m ready for round two.”
I swallow hard before doing as he says. His order only fuels my desire to submit. I’ve got a feeling tonight is going to be a very long night.
