3. Morrison

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MORRISON

W hat the fuck did I just say?

I look down at the addictive woman in my arms, searching her face for her reaction. When her jaw drops and she audibly gasps, I know I must have really said it out loud.

“Daddy?” Micaela repeats, her voice trembling.

Fuck if I know why I said it or what it means. The word just fell out of my mouth so naturally. “How does that make you feel?” I ask softly, still stroking her back as she blinks up at me. Those rosy cheeks deepen to crimson and she squirms in my lap.

“Honestly?”

“Always,” I tell her in all seriousness.

“I didn’t know I’d like it so much. All of it.” She pauses, nibbling on her bottom lip and looking away from me. “It was like this… this release. The spanking was rough but I felt like…”

“Go on, babygirl,” I encourage. A shiver runs down her spine at my name for her, which warms me up inside. She likes it. She’s fucking perfect.

“I felt like I needed it to calm down. Through it all, I still felt safe. Loved, even.” Micaela whips her head up, her eyes wide with panic. “Not that you love me. I didn't mean, I, uh, I didn’t–”

A loud banging on the door startles both of us.

“Sir, you’re not allowed back here!” someone shouts.

“She’s my goddamn daughter! She can’t throw herself away like a common whore!”

“No,” Micaela whispers, jerking out of my arms and scurrying behind the bed to hide.

Her reaction speaks volumes about her relationship with her father. She’s terrified of the man, almost as if he’s been abusive toward her. The fact that he wanted to use her for leverage in the business world lines up with being an abusive prick.

God fucking help me if that’s true.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” I promise Micaela. “Go grab that robe over there and we’ll get the fuck out of here, okay?”

She nods and then yelps when the door rattles in its frame. “Micaela! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing. Twenty-one years of raising you, and for what? You’re ruining the only valuable thing you have.”

That’s it. I was going to try to sneak out of here but fuck this fucking fuck face. How the hell didn’t I see what an asshole he was before now? I guess we’re both pretty solitary and he leaves me alone as long as I bring in clients and get my work done on time.

“Go to the en suite bathroom, babygirl,” I tell Micaela. “Lock the door. I’ll come get you when this is all over.”

It guts me to see tears in her eyes. Her father said some awful things about her just now, and I have to believe he’s been filling her head with these lies for years. That shit stops tonight.

“Morrison, he’s not worth it,” she says, securing the silk robe around herself.

“Maybe not, but you are. You deserve so much more than what life has shown you so far.”

She’s about to say something else but the door opens with a deafening crack. Micaela dashes to the bathroom a few feet away and locks the door. Good girl.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Samuel roars. “ Morrison ? What the fuck?”

“I don’t owe you anything and neither does Micaela,” I grit out seconds before launching my fist into his nose. Samuel shrieks as the bone snaps, then he falls to the floor in a heap.

“Son of a bitch,” he mutters.

I run to the bathroom and knock on the door. “Let’s go, Micaela. I’m taking you with me.”

She unlocks the door and looks up at me with concern. “But my dad…”

“We can deal with the fallout tomorrow. Right now, I need to get you to safety. For real this time.” I wink at her, hoping to gain her trust once more.

Holding out my hand, I wait for her to take it, to trust me with this next step. She slips her delicate hand in mine and the last piece of my heart snaps into place.

For the second time tonight, I scoop my babygirl up into my arms. I kick her father in the stomach for good measure as I step over him and through the busted-down door.

“Do you have other clothes here? A purse? Anything to grab?”

“Right here, dear,” the same older woman from earlier says, handing Micaela her coat, small duffel bag, and purse. She has a knowing smile on her face. “Are you leaving under duress or are you happy with your arrangement?” the woman asks.

“I’m very pleased,” she says with a smile before snuggling deeper into my embrace.

The older woman nods once and then gives me a wink. “I’ll take out the leftover trash in the Tease and Please room. With property damage and trespassing, he’ll probably be detained for a few days.”

I nod and give her my thanks, then focus my attention back to Micaela. “Are you okay, baby? My place isn’t too far from here.”

“I’m good,” she says, burrowing into the side of my neck. My girl is suddenly shy, or perhaps… embarrassed?

“I thought I told you to always be honest with me.”

“I’m just overwhelmed. Can we leave now?”

“Of course.” I kiss the top of her head, breathing in her berries and cream scent. “This time, you can ride up front. I promise the truck cab is more comfortable than the trailer.” She smiles ever so slightly, which mends a little piece of my heart.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re pulling into the garage of my ten-bedroom cabin. I’ve always wanted a big family but I thought all hope of that was lost after never finding the right woman to settle down with.

I look over at Micaela, mesmerized by the way her hair and cheeks are highlighted by the Christmas lights draped across the porch railing. It's insane how we found each other and even crazier to know this already, but she's it. She's my future wife; the mother of my children. We're going to fill this place with all the love and joy we never had growing up.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, an eyebrow raised in question.

“You,” I answer simply. She rolls her eyes but I know she likes my compliments and attention. Clearly, she’s been without kindness in her life for a long time. I plan to change all of that.

I hop out of my truck and run around to the passenger side, helping Micaela down. She’s still only in a robe and bra, and I immediately scoop her up again.

“I’m fine walking,” she weakly protests.

“It’s snowing,” I counter. “You need my body heat.”

“I need your body heat for all ten steps from your garage to your house?” she asks dubiously.

“Absolutely.” I open the door and set her down, though I can’t seem to let go of her. She looks up at me, her vulnerability and need matching my own. We didn’t get a chance to finish our discussion earlier about what happened between us, but I know she feels me on the same level.

“What do you need right now, babygirl?” I murmur into the shell of her ear. I brush my nose and lips against her neck and slide my hands up and down her hips. The moment is so tender, so raw, I swear I can feel our hearts swapping places. She owns mine now, for all of time.

“You,” she whispers.

I tug on her hips, gently drawing her closer to me so I can rest my forehead on hers. “Micaela, how do I even begin to describe what you mean to me? It’s crazy; ludicrous, really. But in such a short time you’ve become every goddamn thing to me. I need you, too, babygirl.”

She gasps and leans back, staring right at me with tears in her eyes. I lean down and take her lips in a soft kiss, letting her taste my vulnerability and begging her without words to show me her vulnerable parts, too.

Micaela glides her hands up my chest and shoulders, sliding my jacket off in one swift motion. I groan into her hot little mouth and slip my hands into her robe, loosening it and letting the fabric drop to the floor. A deep groan rumbles through my chest when her perfectly round and perky tits are revealed to me. They are covered in a lacy green bra that I didn't take the time to appreciate earlier.

“You got to take a piece of clothing off of me, it’s only fair I get to do the same,” I tell her with a smirk.

“But you have so much more clothing on than me. I’ll be naked before I even get to see any of you.”

“Hmm… lucky me then.”

I take her lips in a frantic kiss as she works at the buttons of my shirt. I want her hands on me right this fucking second. I lean back and rip my shirt off, sending buttons flying all around us. Micaela giggles, then leans forward and licks a path up the center of my chest.

“Fuck, do it again,” I demand, already working on my belt. Her tongue feels incredible on my skin. I never knew pleasure like this existed, and I haven’t even been inside of her yet.

Micaela licks my chest again, this time swiping her tongue over one nipple and then the other. I growl and make quick work of her bra before pushing her back against the wall. I suck on one nipple and then the other, dropping to my knees so I can get a better look at what belongs to me now.

“Need to taste you. I want your sweet cream on my tongue when I fuck you.”

"Morrison…" she moans, leaning against the wall and tangling her fingers in my hair.

I pause for a moment, getting my carnal obsession under control. She’s already been through a lot tonight and here I am, ripping her clothes off, ready to claim that cherry I know she saved just for me. “Do you want that?”

Micaela looks down at me and bites her lip. I see her warring with herself, desire and lust battling it out with doubts and insecurities. I pepper a line of kisses from one hip to her other hip, giving her time to decide what she wants while still teasing her. I’ll wait if that’s what she wants, but I’m still going to give her a mind-blowing orgasm. I don’t even care if I get stuck with another case of painful blue balls as long as I give her pleasure.

My hands slide up and down the back of her legs, my fingers trailing up the insides of her thighs, closer, closer, closer to her wet heat.

“Tell me what you want. Anything. I’ll give it to you. I’ll lay the whole damn world at your feet,” I murmur into the little patch of soft curls covering her mound. Before she can answer, I dip my tongue into her folds, growling as her sweet, tangy flavor hits my tongue.

“Fuck, Morrison,” she moans. “How am I supposed to think when your tongue is doing such wicked things to me?”

“How am I supposed to think without my tongue doing such wicked things to you?” I counter.

She laughs, the motion causing her cunt to contract and release more of her sticky juices. I lean down and suck on her pussy lips, then drag my tongue all around her folds, dipping in and out of every crease, taking note of the places that make her moan and tremble.

She’s almost there. I can taste it. Her needy little pussy clenches up and her muscles tense. Micaela fists my hair and shoves me further in between her thighs, but I pull back.

“Wh-what?” she asks through the cloud of lust surrounding her.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I…”

I lick her slit just once, loving the way her body twitches when I circle my tongue around her clit.

“Tell me, babygirl. Tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want…”

I hear the strain in her voice. I know what she wants, and I know she knows what she wants. Micaela’s just too damn stubborn to admit it. That’s okay. I can be stubborn, too. I wrap my lips around her throbbing clit and suck, pulling the little bundle of nerves in between my lips and then grazing my teeth over it.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes. I want this, I want you, I want you, I want you,” she chants over and over as her orgasm rips through her. I suck down her release and catch her as her knees give out. I cradle her in my arms and kiss her forehead as she pants for air and comes down from her high.

“You have me, little love. I’m yours.”

“Mine,” she whispers, tracing a finger down my nose and over my lips.

I stand up and carry her over to the bed, removing her bra and spreading her out on the mattress before tearing the rest of my clothes off. I’m so caught up in the way she’s staring at me with her gorgeous green eyes, that I forget all about my shoes. Micaela giggles, making her large breasts shake. I growl and kick my shoes off before yanking the rest of my clothes off my body, fisting my cock as soon as the angry fucker springs free.

Micaela sits up on her knees and reaches out for me, placing her palms on my bare chest. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, pumping my swollen dick while she takes her time exploring me, exploring what belongs to her.

Micaela drags one hand down my abs, lower, fuck, lower until she's gripping my cock, taking over for me.

“Jesus,” I grit out, snapping my eyes open and looking down at her little hand that can barely fit around me. “Babygirl, I’m gonna need you to stop if you want this to last longer than ten seconds.”

Micaela gasps in surprise, then bites her bottom lip and gives me a devious smile. Then the little minx bends down and sucks my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and licking up the steady stream of precum pouring out of me.

I can’t stop my hips from bucking and my hands gripping the sides of her head, holding her steady while I ease my way in and out of her mouth.

“Fuck, gotta stop, baby. Gotta pull back,” I growl, though I can’t seem to let her go. I finally pry my hands away from her, groaning when she releases my dick from her mouth with a pop.

I push her back onto the mattress and climb on top of her, immediately seeking out her lips and spearing my tongue inside her mouth. I don’t give a fuck that I taste myself on her. In fact, it makes me feel like a fucking king that this goddess sucked my cock and now wants me inside of her.

“Please,” she whispers, spreading her legs wider for me and tilting her hips so my cock settles in between her warm, wet folds.

I begin thrusting up and down her slit, gathering up her juices and letting them coat my cock. Leaning down, I brush my nose up and down her neck and then kiss her lips softly. “This is your first time, right, babygirl?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, searing me with her intense green eyes. I look for any hints of doubt or fear, but I only see lust. Lust and a longing that matches my own. She wants to be filled as much as I want to fill her, and not just with my cock. She wants more. And I want to give her everything.

“No one else exists for me now. No one but you. I promise I’ll make you feel so good, Micaela.”

I kiss her pulse point, which is pounding rapidly against my lips. “Morrison,” she whispers. “I want to experience everything with you.”

I lift my head up and look at her, my beautiful goddess, my babygirl. I rest my forehead on hers and line myself up with her entrance, pushing just the tip inside.

Micaela squeezes her eyes shut, and I kiss her closed eyelids. “Look at me, little love. Look at Daddy while he claims you once and for all.”

Her eyes pop open and I slide another inch inside of her tight, sopping-wet channel. Micaela whimpers and digs her fingernails into my shoulders. I stop, not wanting to hurt her, but Micaela surprises the fuck out of me by bucking her hips and shoving her pussy further down my cock.

“Yessss…” she moans.

“Fuck, little girl. Look at you, so eager for my dick. This what you need?” I pull back and push inside of her again, going a little deeper this time until I reach her barrier. She tenses in my arms, but then nods her head, wiggling her hips and making me lose my goddamn mind.

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans.

Fuck me, I can’t hold back. That’s it. I snap my hips forward, tearing through her innocence and claiming this cunt as my new home.

“Mine,” I growl as I bury my dick deep inside of her. Micaela whimpers and locks her ankles behind my back holding me close.

“Yes, I need it, I need it,” she whispers over and over. I stay still, letting her feel me, letting her feel our connection for the first time.

My cock twitches and leaks more precum, but I grit my teeth and hold back my orgasm, waiting until she loosens up and gets used to my size.

“Move!” she demands, making me chuckle. Micaela moans as the laughter rolls through my body, the vibrations making her already wet pussy absolutely drenched for me.

I pull back and stare down between us, savoring her creamy white cum mixed with my own and the evidence of her virginity. Christ, I almost fall right off the edge at the sight. I fill her up again, slowly working my cock in and out of her pussy, growling at the way her walls suck me in and pulse around me.

Micaela grips the back of my neck and pulls me down for a frantic kiss while circling her hips and meeting me thrust for thrust. I hook my hand under her right knee and pull her leg up and to the side, opening her up even more and switching up the angle.

I know there’s a spot inside of her that drives her wild, I just need to find it again. I thrust inside of her in long, rough strokes, scraping my cock along her walls in search of her secret little treasure.

“Oh fuck, Jesus, goddamn!” Micaela cries out.

“There it is,” I grunt, hammering into that spot.

“Morrison! I can’t, I can’t I…” She shakes and tenses and gasps for air, but I don’t let up. I keep striking that same spot, over and over, so hard I’m pushing her up the mattress with each vicious stroke. Some part of me knows I should slow down, be gentle with her since it’s her first time, but fuck, looking at her face twisted up in pleasure makes me drive into her harder, faster, giving her more, needing more for myself.

“Come for me, Jesus, Micaela, let go,” I groan, dipping my head to suck on her bouncing tits.

“I want to, I want to, I-I w-want…”

“Do it!” I yell, rearing back and throwing her legs over my shoulders. I pound that little pussy over and over, groaning along with her as her pussy squeezes me so goddamn tight.

Micaela claws at my chest and screams out her orgasm. She’s absolutely ruined, coming apart beneath me, squirming and tensing and trying to get away from this intense pleasure. I hold her in place, making her feel all of it, every single second.

Before she has a chance to recover, I pull out of her and grip her hips, flipping her around and positioning her on her hands and knees.

“Fuck,” I groan, sliding my hands up and down her back and then squeezing the soft flesh of her ass. I pull her cheeks apart and slam my thick dick into her pulsing little pussy, growling at the sloppy wet sounds we’re making as I fuck my woman hard and fast.

She moans and arches her back, wedging my cock deeper inside of her. “I’m so close already, I’m so close…”

I lean over her, covering her entire body with my large frame. I rest my hands on top of hers, caging her in and lacing our fingers together while I grind my cock into her swollen, beat-up little pussy.

“Harder, please, so fucking hard… so good. Please, Daddy.”

Her desperate cries have my balls drawing up tight as fire races through my veins. “Whatever you want, babygirl. I’ll give you everything.”

I rut into her, tearing her cunt apart. Micaela throws her head back, resting it on my shoulder. I turn my head and bite her neck, holding still inside of her as she comes. It’s quiet and brutal, the way her release overtakes her.

Feeling her orgasm from the inside out is indescribable. I fuck her through it, so fucking hard, as she sobs beneath me and soaks my cock. The bed creaks and the headboard slams against the wall, but I can’t stop.

Micaela screams and comes again, taking me with her. Right as my orgasm hits, the bed frame cracks and the mattress drops to the floor. I collapse on top of her, holding myself deep inside as the last of my cum shoots out of my dick.

We lie there, a sweaty, tangled mess until I eventually roll to the side. I drape Micaela's limp body over my chest and wrap my arms around her, tucking her head under my chin.

“You okay, babygirl?” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes out, making me laugh. “Do that again,” she says.

“Do what again? Fuck you? Give me a few minutes,” I chuckle.

“No, I mean… laugh. I like your laugh.” I freeze at her words and swallow down the lump in my throat. “But yeah, you can fuck me again too,” she sighs, snuggling deeper into my chest.

“I think I can arrange both of those things. I told you I’d give you whatever you want.”

“Mmmm,” she hums contentedly. I stroke her back and play with her wild, messy hair. I love knowing I caused her strawberry blonde curls to tangle and stick to the back of her sweaty neck. I love knowing I made her sweat, made her come, again and again.

I drift off to sleep with thoughts of making her this happy and satisfied for the rest of our lives.