Breaking Daddy’s Rules

Chapter 2

ISABELLA

I spat on the older stranger’s c**k a little more, then started moving my hands again. It was smoother this time, and I was sure it felt better for him too, because I heard him mutter a few curses, clearly from pleasure.

“Use your f*****g mouth already.” His hands suddenly plunged into my hair and pulled me down onto his c**k.

If I’d still been capable of thinking, I would have screamed at him, but I’d lost the ability to think. My lips parted, stretching wide to let his huge, thick c**k into my mouth. It hurt the corners of my lips, but even though it hurt, my p***y clearly felt differently.

There was an almost unbearable itch in my p***y. I was undeniably horny from having this huge c**k forced into my mouth.

“You little s**t, you’ve got a tight mouth, don’t you?” he groaned, and the hand on my head pulled me down again to take more of him.

I’d only managed to take the head of his c**k into my mouth, and I wasn’t sure I could fit any more. He pulled my face back with a grunt.

“How small is your mouth, s**t?” he asked, his sexy voice sending streaks of heat through me.

He drew me back to his now fully hard c**k, and as soon as my hands were wrapped around it, I brought my tongue to the tip and let it tease the spot I knew had to be sensitive.

“f**k! Suck it, and there... Yeah, lick it and suck it like I know you f*****g want to!”

I liked the taste of his c**k. I liked how that thick c**k felt on my tongue and how it made my p***y ache for something I knew this man could give me.

I slid my tongue down the underside of his veiny c**k, a soft moan slipping from my lips as I did.

“You’re getting off on sucking my c**k? Naive but s****y is just about perfect.”

“Get those hands on my balls and play with them,” he commanded, and my right hand slid down to his balls.

“Aaargh...”

I brought my mouth back to the head of his c**k, swirled my tongue over the tip, and opened my mouth as wide as I could to let him in, but once again, I could only take the head of that huge c**k!

He jerked me back by my hair, and I gasped and winced in pain, but in response to the pain, my p***y only grew slicker with my juices.

I wasn’t unresponsive to a man’s touch. I was only unresponsive to my ex-boyfriend’s touch!

The man rose to his feet, letting the towel drop again, and there he stood like a Greek god himself, in all his glory, his hard c**k coated in my drool and inches from my face.

“I want to f**k this tight mouth of yours and stretch those lips myself. Beg me to do it!” he demanded.

“I...” I had no idea what to say, but I wanted him to do exactly what he’d said.

“You heard me, didn’t you? F*****g beg.” He pushed his c**k against my face and slapped my cheek with that thick c**k.

“Aaah.” A moan escaped me. Him slapping his c**k against my face had turned me on even more.

He did it again, slapping my face with his c**k, and the words just spilled out of me.

“Please f**k my mouth!” I moaned.

“That plainly? Weren’t you taught properly, s**t? Who am I? Who do you f*****g want f*****g your mouth?” he asked.

“I... I want...” I had no idea what I was supposed to say, and then it slipped out.

That name...

“I want Daddy to f**k my mouth.”

“Urrgh! Perfect, Daddy’s little sub!”

Little sub? I liked it. I f*****g liked it, but I didn’t even have time to savor it, because in the next second he pressed his huge c**k against my lips, and the moment they parted, he rammed his c**k into my mouth.

My body shook with a pleasure I’d never felt before, and by now I was dripping wet. My panties were warm with my juices, and the chill I’d felt earlier was almost completely gone.

“Is that c**t just as tight as this?” he grunted, pulling out and slamming his c**k back into my mouth. He made me take more of his huge c**k than I thought I could.

My eyes rolled back as I gripped his firm thighs tightly.

“Relax for me, slut. Your mouth is too f*****g small. Relax for Daddy.”

My n*****s grew even harder at him calling me a s**t, and that was when I understood that this was what I was into. Being called a s**t and being treated like one.

Suddenly we both heard the door click open, and realizing it could be Mum, I quickly pulled my mouth off his c**k and watched him snatch up the towel and wrap it around his waist.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he told me as I got to my feet, making our height difference obvious.

I wasn’t short. I was 5’7”, but this man had to be at least 6’3” or 6’4”.

“Bella?” Mum called as she switched on the living room lights.

“Mum,” I answered with an awkward smile, tucking my wet hair behind my ears.

“Bella??” The man repeated my name in surprise and turned to face me.

“You’re Bella?” he asked, but I stayed silent. The fact that Mum wasn’t panicking meant she knew this stranger.

“Yes, Mr. Kane. This is Bella, my daughter. I see you two have already met,” Mum said, smiling at the man.

“F**k,” I heard him curse harshly.

“Is something wrong? Was she rude to you?” Mum asked, then turned to me.

“Were you rude to him?” she asked, her expression scolding.

“Don’t scold her. She wasn’t rude to me at all,” the man answered.

“Oh, I’m glad. Bella, meet Mr. Kane, your father’s friend who’s been helping us for years,” Mum told me, and my eyes went wide.

The man whose c**k I’d just run my tongue over and let fill my mouth, the man who had said filthy things to me and made my p***y w*t, was my father’s friend!!

What the hell have I done?!