DADDY'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET'S

CHAPTER 15

Ava’s POV

He pulled up smoothly, his window down. His eyes locked on me for a second—cold and emotionless. My knees felt a little weak.

“Get in,” he said.

I slipped into the front passenger seat, closing the door gently.

“Did I not warn you not to mingle with boys?” he started.

I blinked. “Huh?” It was quite a surprising first question.

“You pretend not to know what I mean?”

My head shook from left to right. Punishment loomed, but when I remembered what kind of punishment it was, I draped myself over him, resting my face on his thighs—close to his c**k.

“Your first day, and you've already begun flirting with a naked ass,” he slammed at me.

I winced. He pulled at my skirt, exposing my backside.

“Daddy, please!” I moaned. It wasn't really a plea, but a moan for him to do more.

“Please what? I don't want to hear a sound, no matter what I do to you,” he growled, pressing his hand over my lips to cover them.

I hummed since I couldn't moan freely.

Paahhhh. Pahhh—

“Oh!” I hummed into his palm.

His third smack came, harder than the first and second. Each smack was harder than the one before it.

“I'm quite serious; I don't want to share your p***y with another guy.”

My eyes flared. “But I didn't talk to him! He came up to talk to me not long after you arrived, but I wasn't giving him any attention.”

“I'm still going to teach you a lesson. So that next time, no one will dare come near you. Especially guys.”

His eyes observed mine. Then his hands trailed lower.

Smack. “You never listen!”

Smack. “You naughty girl!”

Smack. “I'll make sure your ass burns.”

Smack. Smack. He hit twice at once.

“Daddy—” I stammered. “Please—”

His hands warmed my skin; it felt hot and spicy. Oh, f*****g gosh. I was wet.

Smack. “What if people are listening?” I gulped. “What if—”

“What?” he growled.

“What if students are close by?” I swallowed hard, a handful of saliva sliding down my throat so loudly he could probably hear it.

He leaned in, and I lifted my head. He gave me a mischievous smile that reached up to his lust-coated eyes.

“It's even better if they hear you moan, so they know how naughty you are,” his deep voice echoed against the walls of the car.

He drove into me with one deep thrust—three fingers at once—and my initial yelp turned into a series of whimpering moans. His fingers curled within my walls, making a wet, flapping sound. My moan rang out.

“Oh, goddess,” I cried.

The intensity at which he drove into me was tense. f*****g tense. His breathing was ragged, but I could no longer breathe at all.

“I'm gonna disfigure you today. You will barely be able to walk!”

“Please, Al—phaaa.” My last word devolved into a gasp as I reached my orgasm.

“I just can't wait to f**k you,” he groaned, pushing deeper, moving to and fro.

“I want you to,” I whispered. “Please, I want you to.”

“We are getting there,” he whispered, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. “For now, let my hand do the needful.”

“Oh, f**k! Daddy, I'm about to come.”

“Come. Come for me. Say my f*****g name as you're coming.”

“Dad—ddyyy.”

I knew I had to obey.

“Ahh—hhhh.” I edged up, turning my face from left to right. The moment I heard those moans, I knew I was closer to release than ever. “Please... make me come.”

I straightened, curled up, and twisted. Sensing it, he dug even harder and deeper. Then my walls came crashing down, falling to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Dad—ddddyyyyyyy.”

“Again?” he commanded, but I was too weak to even breathe, let alone say another word.

In fact, I couldn't rise. I remained lying there, my head on his hips, my face nearly pressed against his bulge. We remained still for a moment, saying nothing, just breathing hard. Then his face lowered again. He dropped a kiss on my sweaty forehead. Grabbing my cheek, he turned my face toward him and placed a kiss on my lips.

“Let's rest a little while.”

I nodded slightly. I lay there, enjoying every bit of it, recreating the moment in my head and moaning internally. I lifted my face, my eyes overwhelmed with admiration for the man who got me to this stage. He deserved a "big thank you." This couldn't be given by anything other than f*****g—his raw c**k penetrating my p***y.

“Oh goddess, I can't wait for this.”

“For what?” he asked.

“Urgh?” I shrieked. I didn't realize he had heard me.

“Were you going to f**k yourself?” he teased.

“Oh, no,” I begged.

“Good,” he smirked. He started the car and cleared his throat. “How was your first day of summer class?”

“It was... interesting,” I muttered. “The class was on women’s health. It was taken by Dr. Harper—she’s kind of strict but nice.”

“So, tell me what it was like,” he whispered in my ear. I lingered, unable to say it right away.

“Okay, tell me how you want me to f**k you,” he asked instead.

Before I knew it, my lips parted. “I want you to lay me down and spread my legs wide—”

His laughter cut me off. I paused, processing his reaction.

“See how quick you are to talk about how I'm supposed to f**k you, but you can't simply talk about what you learned in class?” His face switched back to serious mode. He smacked me hard. “Why didn't you pay attention in class? You know you're studying medicine, right?”

Smack.

“Ah!” I bounced up. His finger drove back in and he grabbed my ass, pressing me down so I wouldn't be able to shift.

“If you can give me a comprehensive lesson on what you learned, then be assured of a satisfying c**k drill tonight in my exclusive VIP bedroom. I'll f**k you until morning. Many rounds. Different styles.”

Wow. So enticing.

“We learned about anatomy, cycles, hormones...” I rushed over the words. “She gave a perfect intro into the course curriculum, an overall overview of the—”

Oh, gosh. Was I really going to miss this opportunity because I hadn't listened well enough? I dropped my face, looking sad and gloomy. I couldn't remember anything else for now. I had taken notes and listened, even while thinking about Xavier, but now...

“I—” I couldn't say another word. I was f*****g angry with myself. My mind was so overwhelmed with thoughts of s*x, of moaning at his touch, and of kissing him until my lips were swollen that there was no space for anything else to penetrate.

“See there?” Xavier hissed. “Is this how you miss chances? From today onward...” It sounded like a warning. “I'll run a private test on your attention level in class before I f**k you. Nothing to tell, no c**k for you.”