Yes Daddy, I Do (R18)

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"Are you excited yet?" Kate asks, smiling, taking a sip of her coffee.

I just nod, my thoughts still revolving around yesterday's s*x god. He seems so surreal and yet yesterday I sucked his thumb with total enjoyment. I could still feel the feel of his muscular body hours later and his moans were like an opera.

Kate's blue eyes really bore into my body and I just can't take it any longer.

The words spill out of me like lava from a volcano and I can't stop talking, trying to ease the tugging in my crotch but it just doesn't work.

I tell my best friend everything but the intimate act in the elevator and I can see her skepticism too, since she knows me well enough that I've never found a man so attractive.

"And he said you're seeing each other again?" asks Kate, popping a blueberry into her mouth. "Of course we'll meet again, Kate. I have to see it at least one more time or I'll die," I murmur, ruffling my hair as it falls in full waves over my breasts.

I watch as Kate rises and deftly reaches for her laptop before joining me again.

"What are you up to?" I ask confused.

"I'm going to find out about your Mr Sexy, if he runs a whole company there must be something on the internet about him."

Up until that point, I hadn't even thought about doing this. I could have just googled what he does and what he's like. But is it the same as if I met him? Not nearly as the media just makes a gorilla out of every tick.

"He's not Mr Sexy, Kate. He's Mr s*x God," I murmur, standing up. "I have to go. Flora is coming to my office for lunch today, if you want you can also stop by and then you can pass on the information to me.", I say and put my sunglasses on my head. "You sound like you're going into a fight.", my best friend laughs and kisses me on the cheek. "Believe me, love, it feels the same way," I reply, grabbing my key before exiting the apartment.

I'm just getting out of the elevator when I see a huge figure in a black suit. The man looks very familiar and as he turns to me I recognize him as the bodyguard who was with Mr Vance when I was standing next to him at the information desk.

Tall and totally broad built, the man comes towards me with elegant steps, probably looks at me sternly, which I can't see because the glasses are blacker than the fabric of his suit.

"Mr Vance is already waiting for you." His voice sounds and I stare at him, totally confused.

What does Vance want from me first thing in the morning and how the hell does he know where I live?

"Where is he expecting me and why?" I ask, looking at him. "In his car and Mr. Vance will tell you why," he replies, pointing to the door and through the glass I see a matte black Audi, with tinted windows making it impossible for me to see inside.

"But I have to go to work," I say as we step out of the building.

"Consider it a free ride to your job, Mrs. Hamilton," the man says and holds the door of the Audi open for me.

I step into the sports car and my heart starts racing. I didn't even see him, just felt his presence, but I'm still aroused, like he massaged me between the legs.

Wow, this picture is delicious.

"Look at me, Sophia." Sounds this strong voice.

My head immediately bobs up and it's like I can only see his eyes. You are so beautiful. Light and green but dark accents make them as unique as the man himself.

He's starting to slide closer to me and god I could swear the air conditioner in this car is broken or it just won't make it all the way to the back because I'm sweating from every pore on my body.

Feeling those muscles so close to me is both a curse and a blessing, and I don't know if I should be happy or scared. My eyes travel along his artwork, stopping at the full lips and then moving on to the square jawbones that would cut me if I touched them.

I only realize how much I want to touch this man when I feel the heat that his skin causes on mine on my thigh. My lips part and I'm still struggling to breathe, but if I'd continued to breathe through my nose I would have passed out.

His big hand gently caresses my bare thighs and I notice how my crotch is getting wetter and wetter. I'm so scared of messing up either the expensive leather or my dress just because this man arouses me so much that I'm leaking, literally.

"I hope it's okay that I picked you up. I couldn't wait any longer without seeing you. Look me in the eye, Sophia."

I was so fascinated by his voice that I lowered my head and fixed his hand on my thigh.

But when he orders me to look up, I do it as if at the touch of a button.

"Answer my sentence," he says.

It's something quite normal, but with him everything seems dominant, full of authority and power.

"I didn't expect it, but I don't mind. Thank you," I mumble and look into his crystals.

"Are you scared of me, Sophia?" he asks sternly and suddenly his eyes fill with desire that seems to consume me completely.

"No," I reply, swallowing, feeling his hand tightening around my thigh and gasping softly.

"Are you wet?"

If he was anyone else I probably would have slapped him and gave him the middle finger for that nauseous question, but nothing about Nathaniel Vance seems the same as everyone else's, so I'm nodding in a trance.

"May I?" he asks.

I look at his hand which has slipped lower and swallow hard. It really was a question this time, not an order, so I could decline, but the question is if I want it.

No, I want him to touch me.

Hell, I'd let him f**k me right here in this car and I wouldn't give a damn what he thought of me afterwards.

I just nod and his hand slides very elegantly to my lace panties.

I hear him exhale and feel his body tense.

I'm no different than him. The feel of his large fingers on my heated flesh makes me nervous and I try to choke back the moans that are building up in my lungs.

He moves his finger up and down painfully slowly, somehow making me spread my legs wider.

"You're running out. Am I arousing you that much?" he asks, looking me in the eye again. The green has suddenly turned very dark and they seem to be dripping with excitement and desire.

I nod again, and this time it's just impossible to suppress a groan as he starts massaging my c**t. The feeling is wonderful and I can't remember ever having a man make me feel so good.

"Shall I make you c*m?"

The questions he asks me sound like he's offering me something to eat and drink.

"Answer with your beautiful voice, I want to hear it." He says sternly and I look into his eyes in surprise.

Maybe he likes me as much as he likes me?

"Yes, please, I will make you c*m," I reply, half sobbing. "I'd love to," he whispers, pulling aside the fabric of my underwear.

The feel of his big fingers on my heated flesh makes me groan and I can hardly breathe, my throat is tight and my lips are dry. I move my hips against his strong fingers, feeling the feeling of orgasm fogging me up more and more.

On the other hand, I can't believe I'm being fingerfucked by a billionaire man in the backseat of an Audi and I'm still enjoying it.

I don't feel sloppy or even used, all I feel is pure pleasure.

I feel his fingers become more aggressive and he shoves two into me so abruptly that I give a short yelp and slide up. He knows exactly how to touch a woman and I've never been nearly as aroused as in this moment.

His other hand slides to my cheek and again he pushes my lips apart before sticking his thumb in my mouth.

His gaze rests on me, radiating masculine triumph, and I feel my stomach clench.

I suck on his finger with relish, watching through half-open eyes how violently his chest rises and falls. He's just as aroused as I am and that makes me bolder. I start riding his fingers, continuing to suck on his thumb and as he kisses my neck, the orgasm washes over me mercilessly and with such tremendous force that my vision blurs.

I open my eyes just in time to see him bring his hand to his lips and lick my juice off his fingers. I've never seen anything more erotic, squeeze my thighs together not to get horny again, but this picture alone was enough to arouse me to the core.

"You taste delicious, Sophia.", he says and at that moment the car stops.

I feel the sadness and disappointment k****e in my body as I realize that our joyful ride has come to an end.

He grabs my hand and kisses it lightly, which still gives me goosebumps because his lips seem as soft as marshmallows.

"I'll pick you up at eight o'clock, Sophia. I hope you don't have any other plans.", he says and I think about it for a moment.

"I was going to eat with my-", "sister at LPablo, I know that, but you'll spend your time with me afterwards."

I just nod, not even wondering why he knows that again.

"Have a nice day," I mumble, looking at him.

"With the sound of your moans in my head, this day will remain great no matter what. Thank you, you too."

When I see his smile, which immediately disappears, I swallow hard and then get out of the car, trying to understand what this man is doing to me and if I really think it's that great.

Although the orgasm was probably the best I've ever had and I would do anything just to feel his fingers on my s*x again. However, I have to be patient and wait until evening to see Adonis again and that will probably be the longest 9 hours of my life.