Daddy Knows Best by Vincent Drake Read Free Book Online

grunts, giving her everything we had to give, and she took it all like a good little bitch. Her ass was like a vice, milking me hard, but I kept my cool, kept ploughing her until she was a quivering wreck, jerking between us and mewling nothing but filth.
    “I’m gonna fucking shoot,” Mikey wheezed. “Get off me, Georgia, I’m gonna fucking blow.”
    “I’m on the pill,” she said. “Just cum, Mikey, fill me up.”
    White hot rage exploded behind my eyes. Envy, and ego, and dirty fucking lust erupting in a fountain of filth. I shot my load with him, filling her tight little ass with everything I had to give her. Fuck.
    She twitched and collapsed, out of breath. I pulled out, dick spent, leaving her gaping raw. Beautiful.
    Mikey was up in a flash, senses restored. He pulled on his clothes and grumbled incoherently. I smiled as he hovered by the door, not quite willing to go.
    “I’ll delete them,” I said. “Don’t worry.”
    He left without another word. It amused Georgia no end. She laughed in post-coital bliss, lost in a sea of endorphins.
    It took her a few minutes to realise I was seething.
     
    ***
     
     
    “I thought you wanted it too,” she cried. She followed me into the bathroom, her face pressed up to the glass as I took a shower.
    “Not that, Georgia. You let another guy shoot his load in your pussy.”
    “I didn’t think it would upset you,” she said. “I didn’t know!”
    I couldn’t bring myself to back down, couldn’t admit that I hadn’t known either. I was too fucking angry.
    “A rubber you said, always. ”
    “This was different, I didn’t think!” she sighed. “I’m on the pill, Andrew. It didn’t seem such a big deal.” She yanked the door aside, forced her way in. “I said I’m sorry, ok? I won’t do it again.”
    “No, you won’t,” I snapped.
    “Am I forgiven?”
    I ached to say no and tan her hide with the belt, just because I could. “Wash him off you.”
    She grabbed the body wash, lathered right the way between her thighs. I smiled as she grimaced. “Stings like a sonofabitch.”
    “Was it everything you hoped for?”
    She threw me a smile, a genuine glint in her eye. “More than I hoped for.”
    “Count yourself lucky, sweetheart,” I growled. “I’m not so sure I’ll want to share next time.”
    “Andrew Priestley,” she laughed. “Are you jealous?”
    I reached for her body, mashing her tight against my chest. “You’re mine,” I said. “All of you. I don’t want another man’s mark on you. In you. Only mine.”
    She pouted. “No fun, spoilsport. You know I love you best.”
    I lifted her up, pinning her against the tiles. “Say that again.”
    Her smile was pure wickedness. “I love you best, Daddy. ”
    “Prove it,” I groaned.
    She proved it all fucking night long.
     
    ***
     

“Is this love?” she asked. “For you, I mean.”
    Georgia was a very different creature from the girl I met six months earlier. She looked up from her laptop, eyes sincere without the slightest hint of brat. I was at peace, finally. No guilt remaining. The time I’d spent with her had been some of the best I’d ever had. She laughed, and teased, much more like the twenty year old college girl she should have been. Sometimes the greatest transformations happen in the greatest darkness.
    “Do you want it to be?” I smiled. “I’m twice your age. A greying, old bore with a penchant for filthy rotten sex.”
    “You’re not a bore,” she said. “And I like the grey. It’s distinguished.”
    “You don’t know me, Georgia, don’t know the things I’ve done.”
    She grinned. “Show me your journal then. Let me into your darkest secrets, Andrew Priestley.”
    I was out of time, and I knew it. Twenty four hours before Cynthia was home. Time to come clean.
    “My confessions are much simpler. I don’t love your mother,” I said. “I never did.”
    She pushed the laptop aside, attention all mine. “Why marry her then?”
    “Necessity,” I