9. Winston

Winston

My hands gripped the sides of her face while we kissed. It was like I couldn’t get my body to comprehend that she was giving me a second chance. One I wouldn’t take for granted.

“Win,” she breathed. My lips dropped to her jaw, nipping at her succulent flesh.

I wanted her to call me something else. It wasn’t fair, but fuck me if I didn’t ache for it. I knew I had to put in work to get her to trust me again. To regain the faith she had in us just a month ago. I would get there.

“Such a pretty, tasty girl,” I drawled slowly. Dragging my teeth and lips down the line of her neck. I loved the little breathy pants she made. “Does daddy’s princess want more?”

“Yes… yes, please, Winston,” she begged. My dick strained to break out of the soft cotton joggers I was wearing.

“Fuck yes, beautiful.” I lifted her up off the couch and set her down. She looked at me slightly confused.

Without explaining and having no idea how the hell I moved so fast, I tossed blankets on the ground in front of the roaring fire along with pillows. I turned and picked her back up in my arms, then gently laid her down onto the makeshift bed on the ground. I looked at her below me and smiled.

She was bundled up.

Joggers and an oversized sweater with that sexy little nightie peeking through. She wasn’t showing off any skin, it was too cold for that, but she was sexier and more breathtaking in that moment than I had ever seen her. And she’s mine , the daddy inside me growled, needing to pound on his chest.

“Win?” Her gaze searched mine, and my shoulders relaxed. My entire fucking body did.

“I’m going to eat my princess’ pretty little pussy until she’s screaming for me to stop,” I promised filthily, dipping my head down so I could kiss her. So incredibly grateful she let me. She was giving me a second chance. This time, I wasn’t going to mess it up. Not again. Not ever. My body hovered just above hers, making sure I didn’t put any of my weight on her.

“Win,” she moaned. “Please,” she whispered.

“You want that, baby girl?” My lips dropped to her neck while I moved off to her side. My hands moved up and under her hoodie and nightie. I loved the way her stomach dipped with excitement at my touch.

“Please,” she whimpered, and before I could nod, my girl, my sweet princess, gave me all I could ever want. I didn’t have to wait like I had been ready to. “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. My body went taut.

“Allie.” There was roughness of emotion in my tone. She’d given it to me. I didn’t have to wait that long. I knew what that meant. The trust and faith she was handing me.

“Please touch me. I need you, Daddy.” My nose flared at her filthy, sweet request.

“Oh, daddy’s going to do more than touch, princess,” I promised darkly. Sitting between her legs without taking my eyes off hers, I pulled her joggers down. My eyes flashed before they drew together at the gift I found.

“Princess,” I growled, and I saw my little brat bite down on her lip, like she was trying to stop herself from smiling.

“Yes, Daddy?” she asked softly, almost innocently. Jesus. Alaska looked like an angel on the ground before me. My eyes shut. My own dirty little angel.

“Did you forget to put something on when I told you to bundle up?” I tugged the joggers completely off her, tossing them aside.

My eyes dropped and took in the treasure hidden between her legs. My jaw clenched and mouth watered. “Fuck,” I cursed.

“Language, Daddy,” my pretty princess sassed. My eyes opened, and it felt like my heart squeezed at the gorgeous smile on her face. My Allie girl had a dirty side to her. One that only I brought out. One I would cherish and love for the rest of my days.

“Daddy can say whatever he wants, gorgeous.” My nose flared, and I dropped down to my belly. Groaning at the pain and pleasure of my hard cock pressing against the hardwood floor. “Spread these pretty legs for me.”

She did as I asked so beautifully my hands gripped her thighs. Jesus. The trust she handed right back to me without missing a beat after I’d hurt her overwhelmed me. Humbled me. “I’m gonna kiss this princess pussy until you can forgive me.”

“Daddy.” Her fingers stroked the top of my head. “You don’t have to. I already—" I didn’t let her say another word. My lips touched the inside of her thigh, and her sweet feminine honey scent enveloped me. I couldn’t breathe in deeply enough. She squeaked while I licked and kissed the softness of her smooth legs.

“You played with my kitty, princess?”

“Yes.”

“Just tonight?”

“No.” She shook her head.”

“More than tonight?” I asked, my voice sounding deep in my own ears.

“Yes.”

“What did you think about?” I took my pointer and middle finger and let them glide up and down between her dewy puffy slit. Jesus, she was so damn wet and juicy. Ripe and ready for me.

“You,” she whined. “Always you,” she confessed. I couldn’t stop the grin that fell over my face. I felt like the cat who was about to eat the sweet little canary. A droplet of fluid slipped out of her tight little cunt, and my brain froze. I didn’t think. Everything went blank except for the barbaric, primal part of me that was suddenly long past starving.

The moment her taste bloomed on my tongue, I groaned. Draping her legs over my shoulders, I pulled her in closer, her pussy right in my face, and I went to town. I was a daddy unleashed. Too wound up, too fucking excited about having another chance with her, I couldn’t do sweet and gentle like she deserved.

“Daddy!” she cried out. Her hand tugged on my hair. For a split second, I thought it was too much for her, that maybe I’d hurt her. About to take my mouth off her pussy, I felt her grind down, tugging and pulling me closer. Fuck me, if that didn’t make the blood in my veins grow hotter. I licked her from the sweet little forbidden entrance I hadn’t claimed as my own yet all the way to her swollen little clit that was all but begging for my attention.

“Daddy! Shit, Daddy.” I stopped giving her the attention she was crying for and shook my head. Our eyes connected between her legs.

“Pretty girls don’t say bad words.”

“But, Daddy…” She licked her lips and widened her legs further, drawing my attention back to her pussy. My princess knew exactly how to distract me. “I need you. I need you so badly. I feel so empty. Please.”

“Fuck, how the hell can I say no to that?” I rumbled. I meant to say it to myself, but the words tumbled past my lips. My fingers rubbed her pussy before dipping down to tease her asshole.

“One day soon, you’ll be begging me to take this,” I vowed, and her already heated gaze went molten.

“Daddy,” she gasped. That pretty little hole clenched against my fingertips. She wanted it. Allie was so damn wet from her need and my mouth, it wouldn’t take much to breach the tight little hole.

“Soon,” I promised darkly, both her and myself.

She didn’t know it yet, but tonight was all about her. Her pleasure, making sure she knew just how much daddy loved her without taking any fucking pleasure for my own. The next time I fucked my princess, I’d be breeding her. There would be nothing between us. Not a condom, no pills. Just the two of us connected so deeply and closely, nothing or no one could tear her away from me.

My middle finger moved up and teased her little pussy hole. I watched her clench around me, and something in me flared to life. Watching that, witnessing her need, only set mine off triple fold. “Feeling empty, baby girl?”

“Yes.” She nodded. Her dark hair was splayed against the pillows, a golden hue from the fire set across her tanned skin.

“Jesus, look at you,” I rasped. “You look like a goddess right now.” That earned me a soft giggle and slight blush.

“I look like a mess,” she whispered. I shook my head.

“No, no mess, but by tomorrow, you will be,” I promised. “You’ll be a beautiful mess, princess.” My finger slowly slid into her tight little cunt. I watched her stretch and swallow it up. Her velvety smoothness sheathed my finger. Her muscles clenched, and she made that sweet little sound I had been missing for way too fucking long.

“Look at you,” I rasped. “Look how you take my fingers. You’re so fucking tiny and tight.” I licked my lips, loving that I could still taste her there.

But it wasn’t enough. My mouth dropped, and I swirled the tip of my stiff tongue around her swollen pearl.

“Daddy!” She bucked beneath me. With my free hand, I kept her in place, licking her as my fingers worked in and out of her pussy. I was fucking glad we were snowed in. The blowing blizzard kept her cries muffled from anyone who could be around. “Winston!” she cried out, and I felt it before she gushed on my tongue, milking my fingers.

I curled them in, touching that spongey spot inside of her to prolong her orgasm. Another gush of fluid streamed out, and I licked it all up. Sweet and tangy and so damn mine . I could have stopped, but I was relentless. I needed another one from her. She squirmed and tried to break free, but daddy wasn’t letting go.

“Another, princess,” I demanded.

“Daddy.” Her head neck against the pillow, showing off her throat. “Win, I can’t,” she panted.

“You can,” I gritted through my teeth, adding a third finger into the mix. “Stay still.” My hand dipped from her waist and smacked the side of her thigh. She gasped, and I grinned against her pussy while I looked up at her.

“My princess likes to get spanked,” I noted, filing that away for later. For as much as we had explored in our dynamic, spanking hadn’t come up yet. How could it when Allie was such a sweet, good girl for me? But now that I knew her reaction, it would be happening again. I soothed the skin I’d spanked. Our gazes connected. “Stay still, princess. Let daddy do all the work.” She licked her lips and slowly nodded.

Once again shocking me like hell with the trust and faith she had in me. I licked and fingered her. My free hand, I moved down to tease that little hole. Her little whines turned into whimpered moans that only got louder.

“Good girl,” I praised against her pussy. “Daddy’s good girl, fuck!” I pushed a little into that tight untouched hole, and it was like setting off a firecracker.

“Winston!” She bucked up while my other fingers worked in an out of her pussy a little rougher.

My dick strained past the point of pain. When she came, I was pretty sure we both saw stars. Just the sight of her, unbound and uninhibited, in the throes of pleasure, was a fucking sight to behold.

“Good girl. such a good, beautiful girl for daddy,” I praised, slowing down the way my fingers slid in and out of her until I slipped them out. She gasped, and my lips twitched.

“That was… wow,” she sighed, her body dropping completely to the makeshift bed on the ground. “I think I’m sweating.” She giggled. I dropped next to her. She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes shining like jewels. “I didn’t think you could actually sweat during a blizzard.” She smiled so sweetly.

I couldn’t keep my mouth off hers. I leaned in to kiss her, but I didn’t have to go far. My girl met me more than halfway and kissed me back with unfurled passion. “I like tasting myself off your lips,” she confessed quietly when she pulled away.

“I love tasting you,” I rumbled back. Her pretty little palm rested over my thundering heart. Allie started to slide her hand down my chest, but I covered it with my own. I shook my head, and she frowned. Those plucked brows bunched with confusion. “Tonight is about you.”

“Winston––“

“You called me something else,” I reminded her, hoping that in the aftermath of her high, she wasn’t regretting calling me that.

“Daddy.”

“That’s my princess.” Her lips quirked up before she licked them.

“What if I want to touch you?” she asked, her voice still breathy. Her pretty face flushed from what we’d just done.

“Princess,” I groaned, but this time when her hand tried to pull free of mine, I didn’t stop her.

Allie deserved a better man. A stronger-willed man. But I was weak when it came to her. Her hand easily moved down my front. Her chest rose and fell as she touched me. Like she had missed it as much as I’d missed her touch.

“You’re so warm.” She licked her lips. “Maybe we should take some stuff off?”

“Ladies first,” I grunted, and fuck me, she shocked me. Pulling not only the sweater but the nightie off her sweet curvy body, leaving her as a feast for my eyes. “Jesus, princess,” I rasped, then my lips crashed down on hers. We kissed, getting lost in the moment. I was semi-coherent enough to tug down the joggers while she pulled off my flannel. I tugged my shirt off underneath, tossing it to god only knew where.

I rolled her onto her back, hovering my body between her legs.

“Allie,” I grunted. Swallowing hard, trying to hold back. And almost like she knew, her eyes glowed softly, and when her lips parted, I knew I wouldn’t be able to deny whatever request she made.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Allie, baby, this is about you. Fuck!” I cursed.

My girl, my sweet little tasty princess who looked so damn innocent, wasn’t innocent at all. She knew exactly how to work me. Her hand slipped between us, holding my dick, the one that belonged to her and only her, in her hands.

“You’re so hard, Daddy.” My eyes squeezed shut when her hand tightened around the base of my dick. The rest of it was aching to be touched. Stroked. “You’re so big my hand almost doesn’t close around it,” she noted in that little tone she knew drove me crazy.

“Allie,” I warned.

“It’s so hard and warm.”

“Baby––“

“And look,” she gasped, making my eyes pop open and look down just in time to watch her swipe a droplet of fluid off with the pad of her thumb. I felt its silky glide down while she stroked me. “Why are you so hard, Daddy?”

“Fucking hell.” My forehead pressed against hers. “Allie,” I strained. Her name sounded hoarse in my ears while I panted.

I couldn’t catch my breath.

I felt like a ticking time bomb ready to go off.

In more ways than one.

“Baby girl, you can’t tease me like this.” Her free hand cupped my face, making my eyes open and look into the dark green pools of her gaze.

“Who said I was teasing?”

“Baby.”

“Please” That sweet little six-letter word broke me.

“You,” I gritted through my teeth. “You get me this way.”

“Did you really watch me?” she asked, stroking me slowly, torturing my poor cock. My balls were drawn up tightly and ready to go. “Daddy, did you?”

“Yes,” I strained before rolling us over. She gasped and smiled. “Take your seat, princess,” I demanded. She quickly did as I asked, settling over my thighs. Her dewy, wet warmth taunted my dick.

“Did you get hard watching me?”

“Baby––“

“Did you miss me?” The vulnerability was clear in those pretty jade eyes.

“More than you could know.”

“Did you play with yourself in your car? While you watched me?”

“Yes.” Her hand tightened around me. Her eyes sparkled with an illicit little look.

“That’s naughty, Daddy.” She licked her lips before moving off my lap.

“Where do you think you’re go––“ She sat on her haunches, settling on the ground between us. Watching her this way, with the glow of the fire behind us, was fucking magnificent. It highlighted her curves and smooth skin.

“I wish I could take a picture of you, princess.” The sentiment rolled off my tongue before I could stop it.

“Later.” She winked like a little minx.

Her thighs opened, and she propped herself up a little higher. Sitting straighter, making her pretty tits bounce and jiggle. I tried to reach for them, to stroke those hardened buds with the pads of my fingers, but she shook her head. My princess obviously had a plan in mind.

“Will you show me?” she asked again in that little tone of hers.

I brought my weight up on my elbows, my dick pointed straight at her. “Show you?” I repeated.

“Show me.” She nodded, and her lips twitched up. “Please, Daddy? Show me how you played with yourself while you watched“—her hand rose to her neck before it started to move down between her tits and navel––“watched me when I didn’t know it.”

“Allie.” I swallowed hard.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her hand as it moved down between her legs.

“Please, Daddy?” she begged sweetly. There wouldn’t be a thing I could ever deny her. I sat up, widening my legs before taking a hold of my shaft and starting to stroke it up and down.

“Slowly,” she requested softly. My eyes were pinned on her hand and the way it teased her little slit.

“What would you think about?” she asked. An animalistic sound rumbled through me.

“You,” I grunted. “Always you. One time…”—my nose flared—“you dressed up in that cute little black and white plaid skirt I liked. After Thanksgiving.”

“I was thinking about you when I picked it out.” Her free hand moved up to cup her breasts, and I watched her tighten her hold, rolling her dark brown nipple between her fingers.

“All I wanted to do was rush out, right there as you walked to your car after work. Pull that little skirt up over your ass and fuck you from behind,” I grunted as my hand shuttled up and down on my cock.

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“I wanted to come inside you. Breed you. So next time you wore that damn naughty little skirt, it’d be tighter, shorter,” I strained through my gritted teeth.

“Oh god,” she whined, rubbing her clit.

“Fuck you so damn hard, you’d leave your handprints on the top of your hood. Have anyone that walked past your car would know exactly how I took you,” I laid out the dirty little scenario, loving how much she enjoyed my filthy words.

“Win.” Her head tipped back a little, exposing her neck. “I need more,” she whined.

“Get on me and ride daddy, pretty girl,” I demanded like a selfish asshole.

My princess didn’t hesitate. Greedy and needy, she did as I asked, but before I could tell her to sink down on me slowly, she had me balls deep inside of her. I roared. My hand found the back of her head, and my lips mashed against hers. Allie worked me in and out, finding our rhythm instantly. It felt like it had been a lifetime since I was inside of her. Too damn long since I was in my own personal heaven on Earth. I had no idea how I had lasted a month of not having her in my life, my arms. Jesus Christ, she felt good. So much better than I remembered. She felt like home.

“I love you, Allie baby, love you so fucking much!” Sweat formed at my brows and the base of my neck.

“Daddy,” she whined as her nails dug into my shoulders.

“You’re mine. My home. My everything, princess.”

“Daddy.” I could feel her start to tighten around me.

“Find it, precious, Jesus, please find it,” I pleaded. I knew just how close I was to coming. I’d be damned if I came before her. Not now, not ever. Her lips left mine as they kissed their way to my neck without missing a beat. I thrust up into her, loving the little breathless gasps she made.

“You like that,” I gritted.

“I love it.”

“You need daddy, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy! I love you! Oh god!” Her lips took mine. She sucked on them, and I was embarrassingly close to coming.

“Allie.”

“I love you! I love you so much,” she confessed. My heart soared and my soul thundered with joy. “I love you, Daddy. Breed me. Oh, please, breed me.” Her words undid me.

I thrust in two more times before I lost it.

I had no control. I was hers. Body and soul. My release ripped out of me. My seed flooded her little cunt while I held her so damn tightly, I was afraid I’d bruised her. In the back of my head, over the rush of the roaring blood swimming between my ears, I felt her, heard her cry out while she milked my spend out of me, drawing my dick deeper inside of her.

And like a bastard, I prayed my cum would take root.

I hadn’t been kidding. She was mine. Forever. And I was done worrying about playing dirty. Allie had given me this chance. She’d had her opportunity to keep me at bay.

Now that it was out there, that she wanted the same things I did, I wasn’t about to fuck this up.