FREAKS FOR DADDIES

Chapter Three: The Text

NICOLE

Three days had passed since that night in the study, and I had done everything I could to convince myself it was over. I thought to myself that it was a one-time mistake, that it would never happen again.

It was a dangerous spike of lust and bad decision that I needed to bury deep and never think about because Ethan Blackwood was Elena’s father, he was cold, powerful and completely off-limits.

I was supposed to be the responsible one, the good girl, the f*****g best friend who didn’t f**k her best friend’s billionaire daddy raw over his antigue desk and the worst part was that I could not, no matter how hard I tried to forget about him, I couldn’t forget it and every night I woke up soaked, thighs clenched tight around nothing, my fingers unconsciously slipping between my legs as I remembered the brutal stretch of his thick c**k, the way he’d filled me until his c*m, the way it leaked down my thighs for hours afterward and each time I find myself m**********g and picturing him figure-f*****g me.

My phone buzzed on my phone, and I took a glance, it was Elena, my heart ached. Since that night, I haven’t been able to talk to Elena or look at her the same way because I felt guilty. I had ignored Elena’s worried texts asking why I had vanished from the party, or ignoring her calls or texts without replying back.

The truth was that I couldn’t tell her what transpired between her father and me, I couldn’t tell her that I f****d her father at her party and it was the best s*x of my life. I don’t want her to hate me, because if she does that means I would lose her and Ethan for good. So the best thing was to avoid every route that might take me past the sprawling mansion until I could face Elena and her father again.

Even if I missed him, missed his c**k and the way he f****d me hard and I squirted for the first time in my life, and I wanted more but the look he gave me afterwards made everything in me shattered.

The look of disgust, hurt or whatever it was on his face made me hate, and wished it didn’t happen, but my traitorous body would never make me forget. I kept telling myself I was stronger than this aching, and shameful need. I was going to pretend like the s*x never happened like he said.

I was lost in thought when my phone buzzed again with a message from an unknown number.

‘Come over to my house. My study. Now.’

My stomach flipped hard as I read the message over and over again. I knew who it was, it was no other person than Ethan. My p***y throbbed at the thought of what happened at the study last time.

Part of me was excited that he wanted me again, but the other part wasn't because I had remembered the look on his face, and when he said he wanted us to forget about what happened and pretend the s*x never existed.

I wasn't okay but I was learning to get used to it even if it killed me so why now? Why does he want me to come to him? Why does he want me to come to the same study we both had s*x or rather where he wrecked my p***y in and out.

I shouldn't go, I shouldn’t repeat the same mistake again and watch him reject me like a rag again. I typed “no” at least ten times, staring at the blinking cursor before deleting every single message and allowing my heart to lead the way.

An hour later,I was standing outside the Blackwood mansion, which meant I had made another terrible decision. The house was eerily quiet tonight. No party, no music or voice to hide behind, just me making the deliberate, trembling choice to climb those stairs and push open the heavy door to the study.

I stood at the door of the study, knowing Mr Blackwood was inside waiting for me. Part of me wanted to go in, get ruined by him again and the other part wanted to turn back and head home and convince myself that I was done with him for good. I was still contemplating when the door opened and a hand pulled me into the study.

The second the door closed behind us, he was on me, no hesitation like last time, no pretending this was accidental or a lapse in judgement. He backed me against the wall with raw hunger, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that felt even more dangerous than the first time. This was deliberate, consensual and with two people who knew exactly how wrong it was and couldn’t stop.

“Tell me you want this,” he growled against my lips, “tell me I am not the only one going insane since the last night I ruined you. Tell me you thought of me the way I f****d you till you squirted on my floor, table and c**k,” he said, his hands were already shoving my short dress up my thighs, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.

“I shouldn’t,” I whispered breathlessly, even as I pulled him closer, my nails scrapping down his back. “We shouldn’t do it. You said it was a mistake, I think it's best if we should leave it that way.”

“But you’re here.” He ripped my soak panties down my legs in one rough motion and cupped my bare p***y, finding me dripping and swollen. “And you’re f*****g soaked for Daddy again.”

I moaned shamelessly as two thick fingers plunged deep inside me without warning, curling instantly against my g-spot. he finger-f****d me hard and fast, his thumb grinding rough circles over my swpollen c**t while his mouth claimed my neck, sucking it and leaving marks into my skin. My legs shook violently within seconds.

I squirmed against the wall, hips buckling desperately against his hand, chasing the pleasure he kept dangling just out of reach. Every time I got close, every time my walls started fluttering wildly around his fingers, he would slow down, edging me mercilessly until frustrated tears pricked my eyes and I was whimpering like a needy slut.

“Please, daddy,” I begged, my voice breaking as I ground my dripping cunt against his palm. “I need it, I need you, I need your c**k inside of me. Please let me cum.”

He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch, leaving me empty and aching, he bent me forcefully over the heavy oak desk. This time he took his sweet time, rubbing the fat, leaking head of his c**k up and down my soaked slit, teasing my entrance and sensitive c**t until I was whimpering, squirming, and pushing back against him like a desperate w***e.

“Beg properly.” he ordered, his voice dark and commanding.

“I’m yours,” I gasped, tears of frustration slipping down my cheeks. “Please f**k me, Daddy. Use me, fuckme, rail me, ruin me and destroy me again. I can’t stop thinking about your c**k. I want it buried deep inside my pussy.”

With a guttural groan he slammed into me to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch was even more intense than last time, burning so perfectly that my eyes rolled back and a broken wail tore from my throat, I quivered on the desk, hips twitching as my core adjusted to the overwhelming fullness.

He started pounding me with deep, powerful strokes and the heavy desk shaking beneath us. His hand cracked across my ass repeated, leaving buring red prints as he f****d me hard ad that only made me wetter. Then he wrapped one strong hand around my throat from behind, pulling me back onto his c**k with every savage snap of his hips.

“Such a greedy slut,” he groaned, f*****g me relentlessly. “Coming back for Daddy’s c**k even though you know how ucking wrong this is.”

He changed angles until the fat head of his c**k dragged perfectly against my g-spot with every thrust. I came hard the first time without warning, my p***y clamping down around him like a vice as I gushed violently. Hot squirt sprayed down his thick shaft and soaked his balls while I sobbed his name, quivering and shaking uncontrollably on the desk, he didn’t stop for a second, he kept railing me straight through the orgasm, drawing it out until my legs gave out and another smaller squirt leaked out around his pistoning c**k.

He pulled out suddenly, sat back in his big leather chair, and dragged me onto his lap. “Ride me,” he commanded, his eyes burning with lust.

I straddled him eagerly, and sank down onto his massive c**k, moaning loudly as he filled me completely again, his hands gripping my ass hard, guiding me up and down his shaft, forcing me to take every inch of his rod.

I rode him faster, grinding my c**t against his pelvis with every desperate roll of my hips. He sucked hard on my n*****s through my dress, biting and marking my breast while I bounced on his c**k, my juices dripping down his shaft and soaking his thighs.

“f**k, look at you,” he growled, one hand returning to my throat,squeezing just eeough to make my head spin. “Taking Daddy’s c**k so well. This tight p***y was made for me.”

I came again, shuddering in his lap, my walls spasming and milking him as fresh squirt gushed out around his c**k, soaking us both. he stood up without pulling out, lifting me effortlessly and f*****g me against the wall with savage upward thrusts. My back scraped against the wall with every powerful stroke. I was a moaning, dripping, squirming mess by the time he carried me to the couch and took me from behind again, one hand fisting my hair, the other rubbing my c**t in tight, relentless circles.

When he finally came, he buried himself as deep as possible and roared, flooding my womb with thick, hot spurts of c*m. Pulse after heavy pulse, so much that it overflowed instantly, running down my trembling thighs and soaking the couch beneath us. He kept grinding deep, pushing every drop inside me like he wanted it to be left inside of me forever.

Afterward, he surprised me by wrapping me gently in his white shirt, the fabric falling soft and warm to my mid-thighs. He pulled me onto his lap on the couch, surprisingly tender now, and gently brushed my messy, sweat-damp hair behind my ear.

“Do you want us to be official lovers, just f**k buddies without my daughter knowing of it?” he asked quietly catching me b surprised.

I blinked trying to process what he said when my phone buzzed on the desk. Elena’s name lit up the screen and my heart dropped. Guilt consumed me.

‘How long are you going to run from me, Nic. if I had offended you at the party then I am so sorry. I missed my best friend and I want her back. I will be waiting for you.’

I stared at it, then at Ethan and then at my body with Ethan's warm c*m still slowly leaking out of my ruined p***y, my body covered in his marks and bites, and then I realised the truth, I was doomed.

I thought going back would finally get him out of my system but I was wrong, it did nothing, it only made the hunger for Ethan Blackwood worse, and now I was betraying my best friend and craving a man I can never get.