Wet For Daddy

Chloe's POV

"You tight mouth bitch, take me to the climax with it," he groaned, his hand pressing down on my head, forcing me to take more of his cock.

I had only taken the tip earlier, just the fat crown of it stretching my lips, but now he shoved me deeper. I gagged as my throat struggled to open, my eyes watering.

"Fuck! Suck on it... yeah, there! Do it like your life depends on it!"

His dirty words set my body on fire. My tongue slid over the thick veins of his cock, and I moaned into it, shocked at my own reaction.

"Use those hands on my balls, bitch. Don't just sit there. Play with them," he demanded.

God, why did his orders make me wetter? I obeyed without thinking, my palm cupping his heavy balls while my other hand stroked the base.

"Shit! That's it!" he groaned.

I swirled my tongue around the head, drooling on it, then pushed myself to take more. My jaw ached, but the way he groaned above me made my pussy throb harder.

He yanked my hair suddenly, and I winced. Instead of hating it, I got wetter.

"I want to fuck that pussy of yours," he said, standing up and letting his huge cock bounce against his hard abs.

I moaned without shame. "Please, fuck my wet pussy. I want daddy to fuck me."

He smirked down at me, his thick cock in his hand, stroking it while his eyes drilled into mine. He pushed me back on the bed, spreading my legs roughly. My dress was already soaked from my juices, my panties sticking to me. I could feel my own arousal dripping out.

He grabbed my panties and tore them down. My heart raced. This was it. I was about to let a stranger, no, not just a stranger, a powerful older man fuck me.

He knelt between my legs, his cock heavy, pointing at my entrance. My body shook with need and fear.

Just then-

Ring! Ring!

The sharp sound of a phone shattered the heat between us.

He cursed loudly, grabbed his phone from the side table, and frowned at the screen. His face darkened.

"Fuck!" he spat, standing up. "I have to take this."

He answered the call, his tone suddenly sharp and commanding. His voice carried power, the kind that made my chest tighten.

I sat frozen, my legs still open, my body begging for what we almost had. My breath was shaky, my heart broken with frustration.

He turned his back to me, pacing the room as he spoke in low tones. I couldn't make out his words, but I knew it was serious. His body language said it all.

I pulled my dress down quickly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Shame hit me like a storm. What was I doing? What the hell was I about to do?

The man was still on the phone, ignoring me now, his voice hard and controlled.

I stood up quietly, grabbed my bag from the floor, and rushed out of the room without another word.

My legs trembled as I walked down the hotel hallway. I felt like crying again. What was wrong with me? Betrayed by my boyfriend, and here I was, ready to spread my legs for someone I didn't even know.

Tears stung my eyes as I walked out of the building into the cold night.

*****

By the time I got home, I felt drained. My sister Hilda was in the living room watching TV, but when she saw me, she sat up immediately.

"Chloe? What happened to you? Your eyes are red, you've been crying," she said, standing up.

I broke down. "Hilda... I caught Jack... with Sylvia."

Her jaw dropped. "What?! Sylvia? Your best friend Sylvia?!"

"Yes," I choked out, fresh tears rolling down. "I walked in on them... they were... they were fucking."

Hilda's face twisted in anger. "That bastard! That bitch! I'm going over there right now!" She grabbed her phone and keys.

I rushed forward and grabbed her arm. "No! Hilda, please don't. Don't make it worse, they're not worth it."

"Are you kidding me? He cheated on you with your best friend! He humiliated you! And you want me to sit down?" she shouted.

I shook my head, sobbing. "Please... I don't want a fight. Let them rot together, I just... I just need to heal."

Hilda sighed, hugging me tightly. "You don't deserve this, Chloe. You gave him everything. He's trash. And Sylvia... she's worse than trash."

I sniffed, my heart still bleeding.

"Listen," Hilda said softly, pulling back. "Forget him, forget them both, I'll connect you with someone better. A real man. Handsome, rich, responsible. Not like that bastard."

I forced a weak smile. "You and your matchmaking..."

"I'm serious, Chloe. You're beautiful, you're smart, you're kind. Any man would be lucky to have you. Jack didn't deserve you. I'll set you up with someone who does," she said firmly.

I hugged her again, grateful for her.

But deep down, I knew the man I had just met in that hotel room was still in my head. The way he commanded me, the way my body betrayed me for him. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Little did I know... fate was about to shock me again.

******

The next day, I stepped out to clear my head. My feet carried me to the city square where people gathered often. I wasn't ready, but life had other plans.

I froze when I saw him.

Jack.

Standing there, laughing with some friends. My chest tightened. But then I saw who stood beside him.

My blood ran cold.

It was him.

The man from the hotel room.

The man whose cock I had just sucked the night before.

And beside Jack, laughing with them, was another guy I vaguely knew, Jack's close friend.

My heart nearly stopped.

Jack's friend noticed me first. "Chloe! Wow, nice to see you again. It's been a while. You're looking good."

I forced a stiff smile, my eyes darting between Jack... and the man standing tall beside him. He looked like the older version of my stupid ex-boyfriend, Jack.

I guessed, right?

The resemblance was strikingly insane. Why didn't I notice it that night? 

The powerful, commanding stranger I had almost given myself to.

And from the look in his eyes as they locked with mine. I knew he recognized me too.