Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust

Good Girl For Daddy (13)

Rick’s POV~

The silence in the house was deafening, but it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

No more clicking heels. No more Vanessa’s shrill voice screaming insults. Just the sound of Elena’s breathing behind me as I locked the heavy front door for the last time.

I turned around. She was standing there, wringing her hands, looking small and shaken from the scene with her mother. But I saw it—the spark in her eyes. The relief.

"Come here," I commanded softly.

She didn't hesitate. She walked into my open arms like she was coming home. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her scent—the scent of my girl, mixed with the faintest trace of the perfume her mother made her wear. I hated that smell.

"I need to get this off you," I growled, my hands finding the hem of her sweater.

I didn't wait for permission. I grabbed the fabric and ripped it over her head, tossing it aside. My eyes raked over her body, barely covered by a flimsy bra. My blood heated, rushing south. For weeks, I had wanted to do this—to touch her without looking over my shoulder, without hearing Vanessa’s footsteps in the hallway.

"You’re mine now, Elena," I said, my voice dropping an octave. I backed her up until her calves hit the staircase. "Do you understand? No more hiding. No more 'stepdaughter' bullshit when we're behind these doors."

I gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "You belong to me. Every inch of this house belongs to you because *I* belong to you. And Daddy takes care of what’s his."

She shivered, her lips parting. "Yes, Daddy."

The words sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my c**k. I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly. She gasped, wrapping her legs around my hips. I carried her up the stairs, not to her bedroom—the girly, pink room Vanessa had forced me to give her—but to *mine*.

The master suite.

I kicked the door open and threw her onto the massive king-sized bed. She bounced, her hair fanning out over my pillows.

"You’re not sleeping in that cold room down the hall anymore," I told her, unbuckling my belt with slow, deliberate movements. The leather hissed as it slid through the loops. "This is yours now. The kitchen, the living room, the backyard... I’m going to f**k you in every single corner of this house, little girl. I’m going to make sure the walls drip with us."

I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her. She looked so small underneath me, so perfect. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, while the other traced the lace edge of her bra.

"She called you a w***e," I whispered against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "She said you were spreading your legs for me."

"Only for you," Elena whimpered, arching her back.

"Damn right," I snarled, ripping the bra cup down to expose her breast. I sucked her n****e into my mouth, hard, making her cry out. "You’re my partner now. My woman. Not a daughter, not a kid... mine."

I released her wrists only to flip her over onto her stomach. I pressed my weight down on her, letting her feel the heavy, hard length of me against her ass.

"From now on," I breathed against her ear, biting the lobe, "when I wake up, you’re there. When I eat, you’re on my lap. When I walk into a room, you’re kneeling, waiting for Daddy."

I reached down, unbuttoning her jeans, yanking them down over her hips. I palmed her bare skin, feeling the heat radiating from her.

"I own you, Elena," I said, my voice rough with lust. "And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you. Right here. In our house."

I kissed her shoulder, a contrast to the rough grip I had on her hip. "Are you ready to be Daddy's good girl? Forever?"

"Yes," she moaned, pushing back against me. "Forever, Daddy."

"That's my girl," I whispered, lining myself up. "Welcome home, baby."

The second the word left my mouth, I flipped her over like she weighed nothing. I didn't ease in. I grabbed my c**k, already slick with pre-c*m, and rammed it into her soaking wet cunt with one brutal, downward thrust that bottomed out so hard I hit her womb.

"Holy—s**t!" she shrieked, her eyes rolling back, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

"Look at me," I snarled, grabbing her jaw and forcing her head up. "Watch Daddy own this p***y. Watch how easily it opens for me."

I didn't f**k her with rhythm; I f****d her with intent. With short, vicious, stabbing strokes that made the headboard crack against the wall like gunfire. I wanted to bruise her p***y. I wanted her to feel me there tomorrow when she sat down for breakfast.

"You've been teasing me, walking around in these tight little shorts," I growled, my thumb finding her c**t, rubbing it hard and fast, matching the punishing pace of my hips. "Letting other boys look at what belongs to me? You think I didn't see you rubbing your legs together at dinner?"

I spat on my fingers and shoved two of them into her mouth, choking her slightly as I kept pounding her below. "Suck. Clean them. Taste how desperate you make me."

She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin, but her hips bucked wildly against me.

"That's it, choke on it," I groaned, feeling her walls flutter. "You're nothing but a filthy little hole for Daddy to use, aren't you? A nasty girl who needed her stepdad to break her in."

I pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping and empty. Before she could protest, I grabbed her thighs and flipped her onto her stomach again, then dragged her hips back until her ass was high in the air.

I smacked her ass cheek hard, watching it jiggle, then spread her wide, exposing everything, her dripping slit, her puckered little rim.

"Look at this mess," I hissed, slapping her p***y with the heavy head of my c**k. "Dripping like a w***e. You want me to fill you up? Huh? You want me to pump a litter into you so everyone knows you're mine?"

"Yes, Daddy! Fill me! Please!" she sobbed into the pillow.

"Beg harder."

"Please, breed me! Ruin me! I need your c*m inside me!" she screamed, clawing at the sheets.

"Good girl."

I slammed back in, this time with zero mercy. I reached around, pinching her n*****s hard, twisting them as I drilled into her, my balls slapping against her c**t with a wet, filthy sound.

"I'm gonna c*m," I gritted out, my vision blurring. "I'm gonna flood this cunt. And you're gonna hold it in. You're not allowed to clean up. I want you leaking my load all day like the dirty girl you are."

With a guttural roar, I buried myself to the hilt, my c**k pulsing as I emptied myself deep inside her, shooting thick ropes into her tight heat. I didn't move. I stayed there, grinding my hips against her ass, making sure I was wedged as deep as physics would allow.

I leaned down, biting the back of her neck hard enough to draw blood, marking her.

"That's it," I whispered, pulling out slowly, watching my release start to drip down her inner thigh. I scooped it up with my finger and shoved it back into her mouth. "Swallow. That’s the taste of home, baby. Get used to it."

The End.