Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jake

If she calls me Daddy one more time, I think I might just cum all over her face.

The nickname shouldn't be that hot, but it is.

She's kneeling in front of me, her big blue eyes staring up at me, her mouth puffy and red.

My cock throbs again, more cum leaking from the tip. She flicks out her tongue, licking the drop of liquid away like she actually likes the taste.

Fuck. Me.

"I need you to put my cock back in your mouth." I don't even tell her not to call me Daddy. I can't. I like it too much.

It's dangerous territory. I've promised to care for her. I'm lying. Maybe.

But as she tips forward, sinking her mouth back on my rock-hard erection, I realize she may very well be rewriting my lies into truth.

I bury my hand into the thick strands of her blonde hair as my addled brain tries to unravel why Nia is different .

Why is she making feelings I thought dead surge inside me? I don't have any answers as my cock hits the back of her throat, her cheeks puffing out as her eyes get wider.

Jesus Christ, it's so hot I can barely stand it and I'm leaking more precum right down her throat.

How can a girl with this little experience be this hot?

As if to double down, she places her small, pale hands on my hips and holds me in her mouth, keeping me from pulling back out.

It's the final straw and I fucking break hard, my cum shooting into her mouth, down her throat as I spasm, my jerking motions creating just enough friction that I cum even harder.

I don't even know what I'm saying but I'm spitting words as I tighten my grip in her hair.

This was not the plan.

The plan was a slow, steady seduction that was sweet and loving. I want Nia to fall in love with me, spill all her secrets.

I've been taking great pains to be gentle…careful. I already knew she didn't have much experience.

I didn't expect her to be a virgin. Everyone knows her sister Jess gets around despite the strict rules the girls live under.

I didn't expect to feel anything at all for Nia. She was supposed to be the enemy. Instead…

I digress. I expected Nia to be inexperienced enough that I needed to be a gentleman. Be slow and sweet.

Instead, I'm cumming down her throat as I spit and roar, my balls so fucking empty that I just want to collapse back in the bed.

I pull out of her mouth, my chest heaving as I stare down at her.

Her underwear is still dangling around one ankle. Her torn tank around her waist.

Her chest is rosy, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with a bit of water from the effort of keeping my monster cock in her mouth.

I can't help it.

I bend down and kiss her hard, my tongue ravaging her swollen lips before it tangles with hers .

This is not the first kiss I had in mind at all. But I can't stop myself as she tips back, laying on the bed.

I follow, covering her body with mine, my cock already getting stiff.

How can that even be possible? I just had the most amazing orgasm and yet…I want more.

I twine my fingers in hers, lifting her arms over her head as I settle my hips between her legs.

My cock is pressing into her still-dripping folds and I grit my teeth. I can't take her virginity now.

I need to slow this train. But I don't want to think about my fucking goals or my stupid plans. I just want her.

I want to fill this woman with my cum. As if she hears my thoughts, she wraps her legs around my hips, the softness of her thighs so warm and sweet I groan into her mouth.

"Are you going to make me yours, Daddy?"

There isn't a doubt in my mind that I am going to make her mine. But I don't have to do it all in one day.

Do I?

Part of me is already aching to be inside her. But I need to focus on the long game and not throw it away for a bit of pleasure.

No matter how much I want it.

Nia is a little vixen and that could be to my advantage if I'm careful.

My forehead falls to hers. I don't want to be careful. I want to say fuck it to everything, bury myself inside her, and worry about the rest of the world later. "I am, my little sweetheart. But not just yet."

She mewls out a protest, her hips rolling against mine. "What if I asked with a pretty please?"

She is pushing every one of my buttons and for a moment I have to wonder who is playing who. It's sobering enough that I push up, looking down at her rosy face. Her eyes are a bit unfocused, a flush still on her skin.

I place my hand over her heart, feeling its wild beats. "How many boyfriends have you had, sweetheart? "

She blinks up at me, slow, like she doesn't understand before her tongue darts out to lick her lips. "None."

She's got to be lying, right? My cock doesn't think so. It gets even harder, pressing into her slick folds.

Because part of me knows she isn't. I've watched her. No dates until Gris. No public outings.

And there is so much she's completely na?ve about. I know she's telling the truth.

She rolls her hips again and the head of my cock starts to sink inside her heat.

But it's not long before it stops, her tightness keeping me from going further.

That and the tensing of all her muscles.

I immediately retreat, pulling back out. Nia is going to need some stretching and I shouldn't rush this anyhow.

She needs time, we need trust, and I need…information. "Baby girl," I start before I softly kiss her lips. "We don't need to do it all in one morning."

She nods, her eyes wide, her features tight. "I didn't expect it to hurt that much."

I'm easing up, pulling her with me. My cock gives a needy throb like he didn't just unload.

"Why haven't you dated?" I ask as I stand, pulling her into my arms and carrying her toward the bathroom.

Since we're already naked, we might as well shower. And this way, I can check it for any critters.

She shakes her head. "I think you know enough already to know that I've been afraid."

I look back at the bruises peppering her body. I know about that. And I hate myself all over again. She's struggled to trust in the past and by some miracle, she's starting to put some faith in me.

Part of me wants to cherish that, celebrate it. But another thought niggles in the back of my brain, something she said that I ought to remember despite the haze of lust, but I can't call it back.

I get in the bathroom and turn on the shower, Nia craning her neck to check the tile floor. I chuckle. "I promise I won't let you shower with snakes again."

She gives me a shy smile. "Going to keep me safe, Da?—"

"Nia," I rumble out because my cock is fucking jumping again.

And then it hits me. What she said… Toni wasn't her father. Did she mean that in a "he's dead to me" kind of way? Or is he really not the man who sired her?

Which makes my arms tighten.

Because my brother had an affair with her mother. It's what got him killed and it's why I am going to make certain Toni is punished.

"What?" she asks innocently with a sweet little smile. She knows the nickname is getting under my skin.

I take a deep breath. My brother slept with Maria Carcetti a decade ago. A full decade after Nia was born. I let the air out of my lungs in a long rush.

So, not my niece. Thank fucking God.

But I do remember my brother telling me that sex with Maria was like nothing he'd ever known.

Is it hereditary?

It doesn't matter. I push those thoughts aside for the more important ones. The ones I'm here to find out.

Because as much as I'm starting to feel like Nia is the person I need to protect, I'm here to help my family.

"Bad little girls get spankings," I rumble. What the hell is she doing to me? I've been keeping it light, gentle, easy.

Easing her into this. But we just plunged into the deep end. Only Nia doesn't look scared. "Is that as hot as it sounds?"

My jaw clenches as I step into the shower and immediately set her down in the hot spray, turning her so that her back is to my front as I nudge her feet further apart.

Nia has this flat toned belly that's gorgeous, but she's got a real flare to her hips and a plump round ass that nestles my cock as I pull her tight to me.

I'm not spanking her today. Hell. This is a woman who's really been hurt. But a little dirty talk …

"The way I spank, you're going to love it." I slide my hand down her belly and through her hair, only stopping when I'm cupping her pussy.

And then I give her clit a light smack, the water cushioning the slap so that she sucks in a breath and then moans. "Oh yeah," she hisses as I do it again. "Spank me more."

My answer is to plunge two fingers into her tight pussy.

Her knees buckle and I wrap my other arm around her to hold her up. "Tell me the truth, Nia," I'm rumbling into her ear. "Do you want to be mine?"

"Yes," she moans. "Oh yes."

I'm pumping my fingers in and out of her, the heel of my hand grinding into her clit.

"And you're going to be a good girl for me so that I make you cum over and over?"

"Yes."

I want that so fucking bad too, but I know I'm playing her right now. I'm close to learning something crucial and I can't forget why I'm here. Where I'm going…

She's getting close, I feel her trembling, and I slow my hand. She lets out a cry of protest even as I rumble in her ear. "Promise me, sweetheart. Promise me we're going to be good to each other."

"Promise," she gasps and then I add a third finger, stretching her out and getting her ready for when we kick this party up a notch.

She starts to cum the moment I hit that spot inside her pussy, her legs giving out as I hold her up and pump in and out of her while she gasps out another orgasm.

My cock is starting to weep too, the needy bastard so ready to be buried inside her.

She's limp against the shower wall, her body so placid, I kiss the back of her neck.

She stirs a bit, picking her head up. "That was… Wow."

I smile into her skin. "I agree."

I reach for the soap, beginning to scrub her down and ignoring my own raging hard-on. Because the way I extract the next piece of information from Nia has just occurred to me and it's perfect.

I know that her mother had an affair with my brother a decade ago. But by pressing that issue, I might be able to extract another truth.

Which means my little man is going to have to wait.