Daddy's Good Girl

Moans, pleasure and ecstacy

Zella

I shattered into a million pieces.

My body arched off the counter into him as I clung to him for dear life. The room spun, my world turned bright, and there was a loud ringing in my ear. It took a few seconds to realize the ringing was my moans as I climaxed hard around his fingers.

I stared up at Isaiah, dazed and slick with pleasure. He held up his fingers, glistening in the light, and brought them to his lips. I watched his tongue lap up my juices from his fingers. He let out a shaky breath, then a groan, closing his eyes. The sight undid me. Why did he look like he was in ecstacy? I didn't think I tasted that good.

I watched him lick up my juices on his fingers, give another groan before pushing away to lower his head to my p***y. I gasped, dropping on my elbows, watching the man of my dreams lower his mouth on my cunt.

"You taste better than I imagined,"

"You've imagined-" my words got caught off in a moan when he pressed his tongue flat against my clit. "ISAIAH,"

He groaned, running the bridge of his nose through my p***y lips. I was too aroused to be embarrassed.

“You smell so good," He hissed, bobbing his had s he flicked my clit with his tongue. Hot streaks of pleasure ran through me. His dirty words only made them worse. "I want your scent all over my skin, my mouth, my c**k. Look at me, Zella. I want those bambi eyes on me. Watch what I do to you."

Our eyes held as he licked and tongued my cunt, breaking whenever he closed his eyes and pushed his tongue a little deeper.

"Oh god, I'm gonna c*m again," I sobbed, gripping handfuls of his hair. My fingers dug into the thick mass, scratching his scalp while I rocked and rolled my hips against his face. "Isaiah, oh god, Isaiah,"

He pinned my hips down and the wicked onslaught of his tongue afterwards drove me mad with desire. I forgot all about the party, all about Oliver, my dad, every single person. All that mattered was Isaiah King, holding me, touching me, f*****g me.

I couldn't hold back my orgasm a second time. I tried to. I tried to postpone the pleasure, wanting to be in his arms for a little longer but it slammed right into me and I came hard and fast. My voice turned hoarse. I was panting, desperately trying to catch my breath.

My thighs were like jelly and I could barely move a limb when he straightened and came in for another kiss.

"You look like heaven spread open for me like this. I know I shouldn't," He mumured against my mouth. "This shouldn't have happened. Now that I have a taste of you, I'll... f**k, Zella,"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him eagerly. My hands tugged at his jacket, trying to take it off.

"Patience, babygirl," He hummed, shrugging off the jacket.

I can't be patient, I wanted to yell. This is the only time I could do this. Once I got married to Oliver, it was over. This need for his father would have to die, somehow, someway. When I reached for the buttons of his inner shirt he shook his head.

"Please," I pleaded, trying to yank off his buttons. "Please, Isaiah, I need you."

"Zella-"

I tried to sit upright and pressed my lips to his neck. Darting my tongue out, I tasted the salty skin just above his adam apple. It bobbed under my tongue and throbbed when he groaned. I ran my hands down his chest, felt his muscles ripple and push against my fingers as I moved lower.

My hands brushed against the impressive tent in his pants. I pulled back to see his c**k jerk visibly in his pants. My mouth watered. Just how many nights had I spent imagining him gloriously naked for me, with me, in me. I sucked on my bottom lip and he let out an anguished sound before pulling my lip with his thumb.

"I can't think straight when you do that, princess," He mumured, licking and bitting on my bottom lip.

My fingers trailed down to cup him in his pants and he hissed against my mouth. He was so large and stuff and throbbing, another ache bloomed between my thighs.

I reached for his belt and he grabbed my hands, weaving his fingers into mine and kissed me instead before stepping away.

Molten grey eyes ran down my ravished body. I wondered what he saw. I wondered if he wanted more like I did. I wanted to him to sink that c**k deep into me, while whispering all that filth in my ears.

"We should get back to the party, princess," He said and I shook my head, scooting towards the edge of the counter.

"I don't want to," I reached for his pants again.

"Zella,"

"Please?" I begged, shamelessly. "Please f**k me, Isaiah. I've wanted this for too long. Just this once, just this once, please,"

His jaw clenched and he cupped my jaw kissing the corner of my lips. "There's nothing I want more than to bury myself in your sweet little cunt, Zella. I want to turn you around, bend you over this counter and make you watch in the mirror as I f**k you, babygirl,"

"Oh," I sighed lustily.

"But I can't," He muttered, stepping away.

His words doused the flames of desire in me. It was a rude wake up call. What the hell did I think I was doing?

"I... I'm sorry,"

He shook his head and helped me dress up instead, placing a kiss on my forehead. I watched him walk out of the restroom then, sore yet aching for more. In a few weeks I would be Mrs. King.

Just not to right Mr. King.

I left the restroom, having no idea that my life was about to be turned upside down.