Bar night
I hadn’t seen or heard from him in weeks but when I dropped down that hill and saw his truck in front if the bar I was headed to I got my usual butterflies.
I parked a few cars behind him, locked my wallet in my glove box and headed in. I knew he would be up front and probably have his back turned to be able to see everything. His training never slipping, even on his nights off.
*ring ring* The bell chimes as I enter the building like it was made for me. I swipe his beer from in front of him and take a sip. Putting it back down with a wink I strut through to the pool table with an extra sway in my hips. I smile when I hear him growl and smack the counter. It worked.
Everyone here knows me. Everyone here is used to my shit. They all chuckle and giggle as i flirt my way through the bar. I can feel his dominant presence before I feel the thick fingers tangle into the black hair at the base of my neck.
“Oh little bunny, Daddy’s missed your bullshit. Let’s go,” he rasps into my ear as his hand yanks my head to the side. He bites at my exposed shoulder and turns to leave. I quickly slide my keys and beer to the bartender because I know better.
He slams me against the door of his truck and goes in for the first of many ravenous kisses. Hands and hair a tangled mess. Cold, calloused fingers slide under my shirt and bra. I feel his hesitation as he feels the new adornments. He growls again, “when did you do this, bunn?”
“Two months ago, Daddy.” I breathe out between pants. He pushes me towards the bed and throws open his door. He takes a seat and turns back to me.
“Have you missed my cock? Of course you have, slut. Come get it wet. I don’t care if you’re ready or not.” He ordered as he dragged my closer by a handful at the top of my head. Daddy let me slobber on his thick cock for a few seconds before he pushed me into the corner of the door.
I see the front door of the bar open and his friend come out. He knows I can’t stand his friend. “Ha bunny. Should i call him over, let him have a go at your needy hole?” My only response is a whimper as he yanks my pants below my ass cheeks. “Have you been a good slut while Daddy was away? Probably fuckin not!” He says as he slams into my tight drippy hole. “Mm feels like home.”
He grabs another handful of hair and yanks my head up. “Gotta be quick, bunny. No cummin for you tonight. Not like I care if you do anyways.” He says with a sharp slap to my ass. “Look at him. Look at the man you hate while Daddy fucks his little cunt.”
I feel him finish and yank my pants back up. He leans into me as he reaches around to button my pants. “I’m gonna call you later, slut. You better be ready and waiting for me or you’re in for it. And don’t you even fuckin think about cumming.” He smashes my face deeper against the door with the last statement and heads back into the bar.
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