Every Good Girl Needs A Bad Boy

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Bella:

"Hurry Daddy!" I whined, frantically grinding against Brantley as he walked us to his truck. With a growl, he tossed me into the passenger side, and buckled me in. "What about the Cougar?" I asked. "I'll send Kolby to get it later. I'm more concerned with getting you naked, and getting those little legs of yours wrapped around my ears." He growled. I whined and squirmed in my seat, panting heavily. Pulling Brantley's .45 from my waistband, I put it in the glove compartment, then kicked the console up and slid over to the middle. Brantley's big hand wrapped around my inner thigh and I whimpered, my breathing shallow and choppy. "What's wring baby girl?" He asked with a grin. I poured and grabbed his hand, shoving it where I needed. I rocked my hips, seeking friction. "Mmm... so warm, someone's excited.." he chuckled darkly. "Please!!!" I whined. "We're almost home little one, hang in there." Brantley purred, speeding up even more. I frantically shook my head no. "No! It hurts Daddy, make it stop. Please, make it better." I sniffled, overwhelmed and too turned on to think clearly. "Ah hell baby... come here." He growled and popped the button on my shorts. A big calloused hand slipped into my panties, and I spread my legs as wide as I could. As Brantley's middle finger pressed deep inside of me, his palm pressed against my clit and rubbed in slow, deliberate circles. A full body tremor worked its way up from my toes, as I practically vibrated in my seat. Brantley's finger did some magic maneuver inside of me, and my orgasm jumped up and smacked me. "Daddy!" I choked out with a surprised shriek. Brantley tugged his hand from my panties and licked his fingers clean, growling appreciatively. I hadn't realized how close to the house we were until I felt the truck stop. Brantley hopped out and as I moved to climb out in his side, he stopped me with a big hand in the center of my chest. "Uh uh... Down." He rumbled, and pushed until I was flat on my back across the seat. Yanking my shorts and panties down, he flung them somewhere behind him in the driveway. I didn't care where they went, as long as his hands were on my body. "Come here, Daddy's hungry." Brantley growled and grabbed my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the seat. Tossing my legs over his shoulders, Daddy made good on his earlier promise of having my legs wrapped around his ears. Twice. When he finally came up for air, my belly was still trembling and I couldn't feel my legs. I giggles deliriously. "Wow..." I sighed dreamily. Brantley chuckled and tapped my thigh. "Turn over baby, on your belly." He coaxed. Brantley guides my feet down until I was standing on the running board of the truck, my torso flat against the seat. I giggles and shook my ass at him, loving the sharp smack I got in return. I heard the clink of his belt, then he was inside of me. Every long, thick inch, stretching me wide and filling me up so thoroughly I didn't know where he ended and I began.