Every Good Girl Needs A Bad Boy

9

Bella

Oh my God! I called Brantley Daddy. I didn't mean to. I was crying, and it just slipped out. I was so relieved, so overwhelmed, so... much. I felt so much, that I couldn't even describe it. But once I said it, I wasn't embarrassed. I wanted to do it again. And again. And again. Daddy... it was so.... dirty. Just thinking about it made my belly flutter. My thighs clenched tightly together, my breathing went shallow, and I squirmed. Still sitting in Brantley's lap, the stimulation was too much. I didn't know which way was up. I panted, and turned wide eyes to him. He smiled softly. "Breathe baby girl, embrace it. Let it happen." He purred in that deep growl of his. "Wha-" I went to ask what he meant, but he stopped me with a look. I tried to slow my breathing. Then I felt it. My pulse skyrocketed, then slowed to a steady, relaxed beat. My eyes blew out wide. My head swam. I was high. Euphoric. My nipples were hard little points, my panties were soaked, and I was afraid I was going to have an orgasm right here in Brantley's lap. "That's it, now you're getting it. Come here Bella." Daddy purred. He turned me so that my back rested against his chest, my legs lay over his, spread wide. He tugged my panties aside then, and cupped me. "Mmm... so goddamn wet..." He rumbled. I whimpered at the sound of his voice. "What is it Bella?" He chuckled darkly. "Talk. More, please. Your voice.." I whined, unable to form a complete sentence. Brantley groaned. His palm pressed firmly against my clit, while one fingertip circled my opening. "Do you like my voice little one?" He asked. I nodded with another whine. God I sounded so needy. "You like when I talk to you? You like when Daddy growls in your ear, and tells you all the things I'm gonna do to you?" He growled. My heart stopped, skipped a beat, then tripped all over itself when he referred to himself as Daddy. All I could do was nod, a lot. "Good girl baby..." he purred, sinking that single, long digit inside of me. I mewled like a kitten, arching into him further. "Who do you belong to Bella?" Brantley nuzzled me. He rotated his finger a specific way and I nearly sat straight up. His big tattooed arm banded around my middle, keeping me locked tight against him. He repeated his question, with an extra growl to his words. "You! I belong to you! oh God.. please don't stop!" I whined. As he stroked his palm along my clit, my eyes crossed. I stopped breathing. "Whose pussy is that?" He rumbled, I could feel him smirking. I whined, cheeks pink. My nails sunk into his forearm. "Say it.." he growled in warning. I couldn't take it anymore. I came at the same time that I answered him. One word. "Daddy!"