Call me Daddy...

Chapter 5

Though intrigued, I wasn't scared of Brad's challenge. I didn't believe he would hurt me or make me do anything I didn't want. The idea of him challenging me and holding me down made me wet with desire. He was so sexy, I wanted all of him over all of me. I put an extra swish in my step as I walked away from him toward the door. I heard a low whistle and glanced over my shoulder at him. "Like what you see?" I asked softly.

"Oh, yeah," he said huskily, and walked over to finish unlocking the door.

When I heard the lock click, I pressed myself against his back. My nipples grew hard at the feel of his skin against mine. The muscles in his back flexed and caressed my tits. I sighed, pressing more of my body against his. His hands snacked up around me and he grabbed my ass pressing me closer. "Daddy," I whispered.

"Fuck," he growled, spinning around to grab my hips. He picked me up easily and walked backwards into his house. He used my foot to close the door and pressed me against it. I cried out at the feel of him pressed against me. "Do you want me back inside you, baby?"

"Oh, yes Daddy, please, god," I moaned.

He slid me down the wall and onto his dick. "You're so wet, baby, and tight."

"I love the feel of you inside me, Daddy. Fuck me harder."

He growled and drove himself into me fast and hard.

I screamed for him, wrapping my arms around his back. I let my nails trail down his muscles like I'd wanted to earlier. He felt so strong and masculine. It made me wet and tingly just touching him.

"Yeah, baby, scratch me up," he whispered as he continued pounding himself inside me.

I cried out, feeling the orgasm building again. "Daddy," I moaned, "I'm going to come again."

"Yeah," he moaned, "come."

With that, he thrust himself inside me, deeply. I felt him pulsing with his own orgasm. I screamed and came, quivering around him. He moaned and pressed me more firmly against the wall.

"At this rate, I said breathily, I'll never get the tour. But at least we can mark 2 surfaces off the list."

He laughed and eased me down from where he was holding me against the wall. "Let's get cleaned up. I'm kind of hungry."

I laughed, "I thought you had your midday snack already."

He raised an eyebrow, "Like Bill Cosby said, 'There's always room for pussy.'"

I laughed, "I'm not sure that's what the quote is, but I'll go with it."

"You never know what he said to Mrs. Cosby- or the many women that he encountered on the road..."

"You do have a point."

"Come on, woman, let's get you cleaned up again. Can't seem to keep you from getting dirty. Are you this dirty all the time?"

I laughed, "Only with you."

He leaned in and kissed me gently before tugging me further into the house.

The quick view I got of the house on our way to the bathroom was immaculate. There was no trash or empty containers anywhere. There were no dirty dishes in the sink or anything on the counters. It was surprising for a man who lived alone.

Brad started the bathwater for me once we reached his bathroom. His tub was also much larger than one would expect for a man who lived alone.

"Do you entertain here often?" I asked over the sound of running water.