Call me Daddy...

Chapter 4

I tried to be patient at the door as he placed the key in the lock, but the thoughts of what we would do once inside make me shudder. Brad glanced over his shoulder at me with a smirk, "Eager?"

I trailed my fingertips down his arm and breathed next to his earlobe, "So, so wet for you, Daddy."

Brad growled low in his throat and pushed me against the bricks. "You're a bad girl, baby. You need to be taught a lesson."

I gasped as I felt him press against me through the cloth of my pants. "Here?" I whispered.

"Didn't you say everywhere at this house?" he asked with a chuckle.

I nodded mutely as he began to kiss down my neck. He slid the cloth of my shirt down my shoulders, lowered his head to my chest, and bit gently. I cried out, not from pain, but from excitement. "Oh, god, Daddy, please," I moaned.

He captured my lips and lifted my hips. He slowly walked, my legs wrapped around his waist, to the half brick wall on the other side of his car port. He gently sat me on the wall and slipped his fingers under my shirt. Expertly, he undid the clasp on my bra, freeing my tits. I sighed as he caressed my nipples. My sounds urged him on, making him almost frantic with his desire. He gripped the bottom of my shirt and slid it over my head. The bra, dangling off my arms, slid silently to the ground. He dropped my shirt on top of the bra and moved between my legs. He lowered his mouth to capture my nipple. He rolled his eyes up to stare at my face as he gently sucked. I cried out, dropping my head back in pleasure. He moaned against my tit and began working with the clasp on my jeans. Working together, we eased them over my hips and legs. I was suddenly glad I hadn't worn panties, this was much easier. He slowly dropped to his knees, never taking his eyes from mine.

"I think it's time for a midday snack, baby," he whispered against my thigh.

I moaned and nodded quickly, anxious to feel his lips on mine again. I glanced around, looking for somewhere to hold on. Apparently, he had once been a bit more domesticated, or the prior owner had left them - hanging basket chains. I grasped the chains and edged myself slightly forward, toward his waiting mouth. He smiled against me and flicked his tongue out quickly. I sighed and pressed myself more firmly against his mouth. "Anita," he said against my lips, amusement clear by his tone, "this is supposed to be a lesson."

"Mine or yours?" I giggled.

He bit down gently, stealing my laughter and my words. I gasped, head falling back automatically. When he opened his mouth again, he shoved his tongue inside me until I screamed his name. He grabbed my bare ass and pressed our bodies together. I continued moaning, calling his name, as he expertly explored every crevice and crease in my body. He never made a motion for me to be quieter, so I continued to exclaim my joy to the sky.

"Mmmm," he said, coming up for air. "You taste like candy. And you sound so sexy, screaming with abandon. Are you ready to feel me inside you, baby?"

"Oh, god, yes, please, god," I whimpered, swaying my hips, gripping tighter to the hanging basket chains.

He chuckled and slid a finger inside me. I gasped, eyes wide, staring at him. He smiled and slid another finger in. He developed a steady rhythm of shoving his fingers in and out of my body. I moaned and whimpered, wanting to touch him, wanting to scratch my pleasure down his back. It was too risky to scrape my skin on the bricks for me to let go of the chains, though.

"What are you thinking in that pretty head, little girl?" he asked softly, beginning to caress my clit.

I tried to catch my breath and form words with my mouth, but the sensations were so overwhelming. When I opened my mouth to speak, another moan escaped my lips. He chuckled again and slowed the rhythm of his hand. "Well?" he asked.

I cleared my throat, "I want to touch you."

"After your lesson, we'll see if you've been a good girl."

I whimpered and drove my hips into his hand.

"Ah, ah, ah," he said, "patience, little one."

"But, Daddy.." I cried.

He removed his hands from my body to rip off his shirt and unbutton his jeans. When he was free of his clothes, he grabbed my hips and drove me onto his waiting dick. I screamed for him, loud and long as the sensation of him working against my body took all language from my brain. He felt, as he looked, long and thick.

"How's that baby," he whispered. "Is enough of you touching enough of me, yet?"

I sighed, swaying my hips in the rhythm he'd created. I rattled the chains trying to hold myself aloft enough to keep the angle we were working with. I didn't want to lose a single sensation or alter anything of this moment. "Oh, god," I cried. "You feel so good inside me. I don't want this to stop."

"It definitely doesn't have to," he said softly, sliding his hand up my torso to grasp my tit. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, "we can play like this all the time, baby."

I cried out, the sensations all building to culminate. I could feel the orgasm building with each thrust of his hips. "Daddy," I said softly, "I'm going to come."

"Oh yeah," he whispered. "Good, I want to feel you squeeze my dick baby. your little tight pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick. Squeeze it, come for me."

I let my head fall back. His demand for me to come pushed me over the edge. I screamed my pleasure to the sky and rocked my body against his as the pulsing orgasm overtook me. When the sensations slowed, I opened my eyes and brought my head back up to look at him. "God, Daddy, I love how you talk dirty to me."

He laughed, "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby. Get your sexy ass in my house, so I can show you some real dirty talk."

I pushed myself off of the wall and started to gather my clothes.

"No," he said firmly. "Leave them. We'll be back. I don't want you to have any clothing options inside."

I laughed and started walking away from him.

He chuckled, "I hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave."

I laughed again, "That's the best you've got?"

An expression I hadn't seen yet crossed his face, "Challenge accepted."