Ruby

I don’t know what happened to me with him. It wasn’t me! Or maybe that was the real me that I tried to hide for years.

He made me feel new things I have never felt before. Yes, he just fucked me.

But his way in commanding me and controlling me, his sexy tone and his demanding voice and his playful touches. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. As if I was born to be his.

The way he fucked me, he was digging his dick harder in my pussy but at the same time without making me cry. It Was strange that I even wanted him to give me more hardness but I was scared.

I hate the pain, but with him, I was eager and craving to discover more.

As if he was the cure for my heart. With every thrust of his dick inside me, my heart was beating so fast. Could it be love?! but how!

I lived my whole life trying to fall in love and I couldn’t and just by one night with this man, I’m falling in love?! could it be possible?

But as he really said, age didn’t matter, actually, it matters in everything but not with a real dominant man as him. Underneath his body felt like a real baby. I felt like a follower and he was the leader. I felt like I wanted to call him daddy and daddy and even more, to be more kinky.

As fires and all the nasty thoughts came up to mind.

Until he said “marry me baby girl. I want you to be my wife.”

Dammit! I was speechless. As if my tongue was tangled. As if my brain was shut down and I almost lost the ability to breathe.

I remained silent, he repeated his words while moving his finger to my cheeks and my neck in a lovely way. As if we used to be lovers for too long “okay, don’t reply now. Baby girl. But move to my house.”

I widened my eyes and stammered shockingly “Y_your house?! but! I think you need more time to think about that.”

Yes, he was kidding for sure. I don’t think that he could propose to me that fast. Why me for god sake?! I was a normal woman and older than him by three years.

But dammit! He was the vice president and someday he might become the president of the country!

He pecked my lips and then he stood up and carried me between his arms, he walked to a chair and placed me on the chair then raised my legs to the armchairs and knelt between my legs and started licking my pussy moaning loudly “yummy, your pussy tastes yummy.” he said in kinky tone.

I placed my hand on his chair and I just couldn’t hold myself anymore. I started moaning, demanding him to stop “please stop— enough.”

But he didn’t listen to me, he kept moving his tongue up and down to my pussy then suddenly stopped and pushed his finger inside. While he kept his eyes on mine.

As if he wanted to see my facial expressions that were filled with pleasure. I put my lips trying to suppress my screams from satisfaction to what he was doing to me.

But when he pushed one finger to my ass and at the same time two fingers to my pussy, I was done under his thrusts.

“Please daddy, please stop—” I begged him.

But his eyes were dark as if he was a killer. As if he was really my dad and I was his daughter. That made my body goosebumps. I couldn’t say that I was scared. But I felt like I was doing something wrong for not obeying him and that I shouldn’t say that.

I made a puppy face “I'm a sorry daddy.” everything that was getting out of my mouth was subconscious.

I was his! I knew that!

More than being his girlfriend. I felt as if he owned me. I wanted to please him as well.

“Daddy, I want to suck your dick.” I hesitantly said.

I have never sucked a man dick ever in my life. It disgusted me before. But hell dammit! I wanted to be like a slave under his feet licking his dick. What happened to me? Actually, I don’t know.

As if being with that man opened a secret door in myself and in my body.

He stood up and stroked his hard dick with his fingers for seconds. Then he placed his big strong hands on my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. He pushed it to my throat all at once. I felt choked. But he just made it for a second without moving, then he pulled back and leaned, kissing my lips as if he was drinking or tasting the salt of his dick from my mouth.

He pinched my nipples out of blue and then kissed me back passionately this time.

He pulled back and cupped my cheeks “you will be my wife Ruby. You are mine! You are my baby girl and I will never let you go ever. Got that?”

I blinked dumbfounded by his confident tone. I didn’t know if he was threatening me or if he knew that I wanted to be under his control and command.

I didn’t reply, he pinched my nipples more roughly “ouch—.”

He repeated his words dangerously in a scary sharp tone “you are mine! Got that wifey?”

I gulped nervously and tried to convince myself that it was too early to accept that. I didn’t know him yet. “it’s too early to say that. I don't want to get married. We are just sex partners.”

He pressed his hand on my neck, not strangling me but he tightened his grip “you are not a slut and we are not sex partners. You are my wife.”

And suddenly he pushed his dick inside my pussy and groaned “say it baby girl. You are mine forever. Say it.”

He thrust deeper that I even felt his dick hurt my stomach but without awareness of what I was saying, my tongue slipped those words “I’m yours, daddy. I’m yours— forever.”

He fucked me harder this time and I had to say that pose was amazing. Once he released himself inside me for the second time. I didn’t know why he did that or why I accepted that. But the feeling of his warm fluid inside me made me shiver from joy and satisfaction.

Once we both reached our climax, he carried me again between his arms and walked “we need to take a shower now, baby girl. I need to pamper my baby and calm the sore in your pussy.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck shyly “daddy and after the shower?” I asked in curiosity.

He nipped my ear sensually and licked my neck then said “after the shower, you will move to my house. But we will buy a few clothes for you.”

I narrowed my eyes to “clothes?”

He nodded “Well dressed, normal clothes and sleeping baby clothes.”

“baby?! what do you mean?” honestly I didn’t get it.

He licked the corner of his mouth in lure “for example, a pink sleeping dress and white-hot short. And a milk bottle and—.”

He lingered his words saying slowly and I was dropping my jaw even more “what?!”

He placed me in the bathtub and said “you will like that. But the milk will be mine— don’t worry baby girl.”

Dammit, he is crazy! But dammit why do I feel like trying this stuff?! I want to! What the hell happened to me?!