Page 12 of Paying Daddy's Debt

“I’m yours,” she says in a breathy voice, and I feel her tense up, cumming on my cock. Her pussy pulses and she grinds down onto me, shouting out my name.

I let her ride my hard length as I rub her clit and bring her to a second and third orgasm.

“I’m not going to let you shower before you leave today. I want to know that your virgin blood and my cum is smeared all over you, letting people know I got there already. You’ll do that for me, won’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Ash,” she replies dreamily, and I take her lips in a deep kiss, rolling us over as I thrust into her.



I wrap my arms around Ash’s neck and pull myself into his lap. “I don’t wanna go to school.” I rub myself against him, unwilling to let go. I want to go back to the bed and stay there forever. It’s a foreign feeling to me, wanting to stay locked away, but I want nothing more than that right now.

“You’d rather stay in the limo than go to school?” he questions, likely shocked by my response.

“Yes,” I say as I kiss any exposed skin of his I can get to. I spot some unexplored territory-a small space on his neck above his collared button-up shirt.

His hand slides up under my skirt, his fingers going for my underwear and pushing them aside. I smile at my little victory and go for his belt. I pull on it as fast as I can, getting it undone before starting on the button on his slacks. He chuckles against me. I finally undo it and pull his shirt out.

“Never thought I could get you to be as greedy for me as I am for you.”

He has no idea how greedy I am. For the first time in my life I feel safe. Something about him makes all the fear wash away. He’s been doing that from the moment he took me from my father.

When I get his cock free, I waste no time climbing onto him. A moan pours from both of us as I slide down his hard length. My head drops back, my eyes falling closed. A feeling of home comes rushing back to me.

His mouth comes to my neck. He kisses and sucks as his big hands grip my hips and he starts to move me. Our lovemaking is slow and soft, but it doesn’t take long for me to get there. Even though we made love after he pulled me from the bathtub this morning, my body has no control when he touches me. I come alive for him at the merest touch.

My orgasm burns through me, and I grip on to him, not wanting to let go. His body jerks as he moans my name. I never thought my name sounded beautiful until I heard him say it with so much passion and pleasure.

His warm release fills me, warming me everywhere. I’m happy knowing I’ll be taking a piece of him with me today. I rest my head against his chest as he runs his hands up and down my back.

“Is sex always like this?”

“I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.” I lean back to look in his eyes. So much sweetness shines through them. So different than the looks I’ve seen him give the few other people I’ve met in his company. He’s different with me. I can already see that.

“D-do y-you…” I stumble over my words, uncertain how to phrase my question. My insecurities are getting the best of me. “You only see me now, right?”

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Sweetheart, you’re all I’ve seen since the moment I laid eyes on you.” A smile pulls at his lips before he gives me another soft kiss. “There’s no one but you for me, Jasmine. I’ve been yours long before I even saw you. I think I’ve been waiting for you. Been waiting so long the world started to get dark. Then you finally showed up, bringing me out into the light.” My stomach does a little flip.

“I still don’t want to get out of the car,” I admit. His words only make me more desperate to go back home.

“If you ask me to take you back home, I will.” I smile. “But,” he continues, “you said you have two finals left and you’re pretty much done. Do them and I’ll be waiting right here for you. Hell, I might not even leave. Probably sit out here all day waiting for you.”

“Mmkay.” I slowly side off him, his cock slipping free. Ash takes his time putting my underwear back into place, stroking me between my legs with tender fingers. He leans in and kisses my neck.

“I left a nice mark on you.” He kisses the spot on my neck again before lifting me all the way off his lap and onto the seat next to me. He exits his side of the limo and comes around to open my door. He gives me his hand and I take it, and he pulls me from the limo and hands me my backpack. He takes my glasses off my face and uses his still-untucked shirt to clean them before perching them on the bridge of my nose. This little act of kindness makes my eyes burn. The sweetness is almost too much to take. No one’s ever taken care of me like this before.