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Daddy	By : xxfawnpwincessxx Category: A through F > The Darkest Powers (Trilogy) > The Darkest Powers (Trilogy) Views: 1956 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Chloe Saunders, Derek Souza, or any other characters and their source material, the Darkest Powers, don't in any way, shape, or form belong to me. They all belong to Kelley Armstrong, which means I make no money off my erotica fanfics!

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
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It started with a book—or rather, a fanfic he discovered she was reading. He wasn’t a snoop, but he’d been curious about her chewing her lip like that and blushing anytime he looked at her, so his curiosity go the better of him.
Chloe was in the shower currently, and he could hear her singing Ke$ha off-key, something about a bottle of jack, so he was in the clear to read.
He wasn’t surprised that it was on Ao3 or Reylo smut. His girl loved that shit. What did surprise him though was the content. More specifically how kinky and steamy it was.
“Oh, there you go, sweet girl,” Ben murmurs in her ear, sliding his cock deeper into her cunt, and she shudders.
“Da—daddy,” Rey moans, relishing in how thick and deep he is inside of her, stretching her pussy to its limits. The bed sheets beneath her are soaked with her slick, and it’s going to be a bitch to clean up before bed but she can’t bring herself to care.
“You like my cock in you, huh? Oh, yeah, I can feel how tight you got when I said that, baby.” He punctuates the words with a sharp thrust, making her ass bounce, and she moans loudly, her pussy fluttering. He hits a sweet, achingly-painful spot inside of her cunt, and her eyes fill with tears.
“Please, Daddy,” she begs, uncaring of how she drools and pleads like a little slut in heat. “Need—”
“Oh, you want my dick pounding you? Hm?” His hand smooths across her ass and she shudders, her cunt clamping like a vice around him, making him feel impossibly massive and dangerously girthy. “Such a good girl, kitten. You take me so well. You cute little pussy’s swallowing me.”
“Please,” she says again, trying to wiggle back, trying to urge him to move. She’ll die if he doesn’t. She really and truly will. Her heart will stop if he doesn’t fucking—
The air in her lungs escapes in a whoosh when he pulls out until just the head of him is inside of her and snaps his hips, slamming all the way to the hilt. She keens into the pillow, burying her face in it to keep quiet, lest she wake the neighbors. But part of her doesn’t care. Really doesn’t. She wants everyone to know how good he takes care of her, how impossibly wet his touch leaves her.
“That’s it, kitten,” he murmurs, pressing a massive paw of a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned to the mattress. Her cunt clenches, and he snarls. “Fuck, fuck, you feel—that’s it, ride my cock, sweet girl.” His hand curls around her hair and pulls, making her mewl like a cat in heat. Which she might as well be, how soaked she is between her thighs, feeling it spill onto the bed.
“There you go, taking my cock so well. You like daddy’s dick in you, huh?”
Derek was pushed back into the present by the rattle of the pipes and quickly closed the laptop. His cheeks burned and his chest heaved. And his jeans were uncomfortably, painfully tight. He hurried out of her room, muttered something about needing his own shower when they passed in the hall, and locked himself in the bathroom.
The air was muggy and hot and the mirror was steamed up, and he could smell how the heat amplified her green apple shampoo and conditioner. This was the same bathroom where she’d been naked—all freckled, sun-tanned skin and sweet perfume—and maybe, maybe she’d thought about calling him daddy while she sucked his cock.
His girlfriend had a daddy kink, and he was fucked.
Millions of question plagued him days later. Did that turn her on? Was that something she enjoyed? Did he enjoy it?
It was later in the week, maybe a few days later, that he decided to take the plunge and ask her about it. Guilt niggled at the back of his mind at reading off her laptop as she sat beside him on the back porch, feet tucked beneath her, sweet and soft and green apple-scented.
“What’s up?” she asked, giving him a soft smile.
He swallowed hard, biting his lip for a moment before deciding to lay it bare. “Do you…Okay, here’s the thing. When you were showering the other day, I—I looked at your laptop.”
She was silent. And still. It looked like she wasn’t even breathing.
Heart hammering in his ears, he pushed on, desperate to get this off his chest. “I know I shouldn’t have and I know it’s a complete breach of your privacy, but I was so damn curious about why you giggle and blush and bite your fucking lip and I just—I’m sorry.” He wet his lips. “But is that—are you into that?”
“Into what?” she asked finally, her voice soft and tiny.
“Into the whole daddy thing.”
He waited with his heart pounding. A breeze brushed across his blistering face. A lifetime must’ve passed before she spoke again.
“Do you think it’s gross?”
“No. Baby, not at all. It’s—” He sucked in a breath and shuddered. “It’s really hot. Do you—do you wanna call me daddy?” He looked over at her, examining her, watching as she nodded slowly.
“If that’s okay,” she whispered.
“If that’s okay…?”
“Daddy.”
His heart lurched and his stomach swooped. “Fuck,” he murmured, turning and pressing a kiss to her lips. It started out soft and sweet and slowly unfurled like it always did but tonight it was tinged with an edge of desperation, a feverish hunger that he’d never felt from her before.
He couldn’t stop himself from pulling her into his lap, her knees bracketing his hips, twisting a hand through her hair. The other played with edge of her pajama pants. “I wanna—” he whispered, voice cracking on the words.
She nodded. “Please, please, Daddy,” she murmured against his mouth as she kissed him again, desperate and hungry and frenzied, her teeth clicking against his. She squirmed in his lap, shuddering when he wedged his hand beneath the waistband of both her panties and her pajama bottoms. She was hot and damp but not wet yet. He planned on changing that.
He circled her clit with moderate pressure, watching her half-lidded expression as she rocked her hips. “You’re getting so wet, baby,” he heard himself say, feeling the heat of a blush burn into his face, as she nodded.
“You—it feels good,” she said shyly, pressing soft little kisses along his neck, nipping at his jaw. She canted her hips, and shuddered violently as his finger found her entrance.
“Such a good girl. You wanna ride my hand?” he murmured, letting his finger dip into her pussy, watching as she winced in discomfort. “Not yet, gotta get you nice and wet so it won’t hurt. Gotta make you feel good, baby girl.”
She whimpered and nodded, closing her eyes and clutching his shoulders as he dragged his finger around the fluttering hole of her pussy before circling her clit again. Her breathing grew heavier the longer she rolled her hips, grinding into his touch, whimper and moaning for him softly.
“Fuck, baby—can I—I wanna—let Daddy eat your pretty little cunt.” He felt her shudder in his arms as he asked the question into her hot cheek.
“Please—fuck, fuck, yes, need you—need your mouth on me, pretty please, Daddy,” she gasped, gazing down at him with shining blue eyes as she scrambled off his lap. He stood, ignoring how the fabric of his sweatpants drew taut over his erection, and manuevered her into the chair.
He couldn’t stop himself from nosing her clothed pussy, listening to her low whimper, before he yanked both her pants and underwear down, uncaring of how it dangled off one ankle. He pushed her thighs apart, hooking them over the arms of the wicker chair, before glancing up into her eyes.
“What do you say, kitten?”
“Please—please put—” She stopped and swallowed, a lovely flush bringing out the speckles of her freckles. She chewed her lip and scrunched her nose in concentration, no doubt trying to push past the embarrassment. He loved hearing her ask him explicitly for the things he’d do to her. “Please eat me out.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Please eat my pussy, Daddy,” she said finally, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.
“Are you okay?”
“I might die if you don’t— fuck , Derek!” she moaned, arching, as he pressed his mouth against her pussy, sucking her clit between his lips. Her hands raked through his hair and scraped against his scalp, making him impossibly harder. He hummed, sucking gently, running his hands along her hips, feeling the curve of her hip dips.
As she moaned and whimpered and begged for him to make her cum and rocked into his tongue and lips, he couldn’t help himself. He fumbled with the waistband of his sweats and bared his hard cock to the cool October air, shivering at the sensation on his feverish skin.
He pulled his mouth away, circling her clit like he often did her nipples, using just the tip to swirl. She grunted at the sensation and nearly bucked off the chair cushion when he sank a finger into her wet pussy. She was soaked from so little, he realized.
“Daddy, Derek, please—oh God —oh fuck, fuck, fuck—you’re gonna—I’m gonna—right there, please, please, faster, use your—more,” she rambled, fucking herself desperately on his finger, her soaked pussy squelching around his digit. He couldn’t stop himself from adding another finger, watching as she threw her head back and just about wailed into the air.
She was divine, rocking her hips, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, fucking herself on his hand like a goddess.
“That’s right,” he said, biting into the fleshy of her hip, pistoning his fingers in and out of her cunt. There was a sheen of her slick on his fingers, and he could smell her—slightly sweet, musky, salty—and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Yeah, you like riding daddy’s hand, huh? Such a good, sweet girl. Your pussy’s swallowing me up. Bet you love this, huh? Bet you want my cock too.”
He stroked himself faster, and she caught sight of him jerking his cock while he ate her pussy. “Oh, fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna—please, fingers—fi-fingers, crook them—please, please, please, oh, fuck—oh, fuck—oh fuck oh fuck o—”
With a loud, drawn-out groan of his name, she came, her pussy clamping down and milking his fingers. His cock throbbed, heat racing down his spine as his balls drew up. Unable to help himself, he pulled his fingers out of her and caged her in, kissing her hungrily, bending down to grind against her soaked cunt, feeling the slide of her slick.
“I’m gonna cum all over your pussy, baby,” he growled, rocking his hips, frantic and eager and desperate, the chair creaking. The slurp and wet sound of his cock sliding across her clit and pussy made him shudder.
“Please, please, Daddy, cum for me. Cum on my pussy. I want you to. Please,” she begged in his ear, sliding her hands beneath his T-shirt and clawing at his back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Chloe!” he choked, his body seizing as his orgasm blind-sided him. His cock throbbed as he moaned brokenly, shuddering, hot cum pumping onto her neatly-trimmed pubic hair. He whimpered and whined, rocking his hips, stroking himself, as a few more pumps of cum eased out of his cock.
“Holy shit,” he managed when he could speak, feeling a throb of want as he gazed down at the love of his life, sprawled in the wicker chair, pussy shining with slick he made her produce and his cum drying across her lower belly.
He kissed her long and languid. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too,” she said with a far too cheery voice. He was still catching his breath. “Is it—can I send you fics that I like now? For ideas?”
“Of course.”
Her answering smile was bright and promised delicious, kinky things to come.
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