Chelsea
I knew my son had a good eye,” Sean’s mom, Julia, said, her warm smile making me blush.
The whisper around the luxurious restaurant was quiet, the atmosphere ambient with warm lighting.
Julia was closed off at first, but after our third meeting, she had approved of our relationship and kept doting on me.
I was also horrified by the amount of expensive jewelry she had sent to me and my mom, calling it a small gift. I needed to sit down with Sean and talk with him. But he called it ‘motherly love.’
What kind of mother buys her might-be-future-daughter-in-law one million worth of jewelries? Just for fun?
But Sean looked disappointed, mumbling she should have sent more. I had to put him on a kiss-ban for that.
“Of course, he has a good eye,” I replied to her and glanced at her handsome son sitting beside me. “He is your son, after all.”
She let out a hearty laugh and said, “You can call me Amma now, okay? You will be a Tae soon.”
My eyes widened and Sean squeezed my thigh. The silk dress he had helped me don, made me feel like a rich main character from a popular romance web series.
“Amma,” Sean said to her, staring across the table. “We talked about this.”
She frowned at him and I could see the resemblance between the two. Julia looked gorgeous, her cheeks flushed and white hair glowing. His father was in Seoul, but he had sent me a bouquet to thank me for dating his son.
I could see where Sean got his charm from.
“And what did I say about using a tone with your dear mother?” If he was sitting beside her, she would have pinched his ear. “I had you in my womb for nine months, you brat. The least you can do is thank me every day that you brea—”
“Amma!” Sean looked embarrassed, making me giggle. Their tones were playful, but I had never seen Sean act like that before. “Please. Eat the dessert.”
The evening ended with Julia hugging me for too long, telling me to visit her often, travel with her to buy wedding clothes and even babies clothes, until Sean had to pull me away from her and lock me in the car.
I had a silly grin on my face by the time he came back, strapping on his seat belt and sighing. I reached out and held his hand after he started the car. “If you keep sighing like that, your hair will turn gray.”
He lifted our adjoined hands and kissed my knuckles. “I’m sorry. Amma can be pushy with marriage and… kids. After my previous engagement ended, she had stopped talking to me.”
My brows furrowed. “But why?”
He shrugged, his watch glinting as he took a turn. “She loves kids and wanted a grandson. Who knows? She loved spending time with Caleb and wanted me to rush the marriage.” Caleb turned out to be Cillian’s son, and it was a bit awkward when we had a barbecue night at Emma’s and my ex-crush showed up with his pregnant fiancée and fiancé. Sean had been jealous that Caleb, the kid he used to babysit, was my crush, so he had roleplayed a little too hard that night, making me too sore to walk the next day.
“Enough about that. I don’t want you to think too much about it.” He squeezed my hand, my eyes trailing off to his side profile. I hadn’t thought much about kids before, but I could imagine how adorable Sean would be as a dad. But he prioritized me first, encouraging me to send out resumes while I worked as a temp assistant. I had been hired for a small bakery business, and I was looking forward to working with the marketing team.
“I can think about something else,” I said, trailing my hand to his inner thigh and feeling him tense. He shot me a curious look when I cupped his crotch, feeling the twitch of his cock. Despite his age, Sean always responded to me with vigor. “I want your cock, Daddy.”
His knuckles tightened on the wheel, his heated gaze undressing me. “We will reach home soon, Princess.” My hand rubbed over his length, but his hand stopped me. “Don’t get too greedy.”
I pouted, retreating my hand and lifting the hem of my dress up my thighs. I heard him exhale and knew he was focusing more on my legs than on the road.
“I guess I’ll just play with my Daddy’s pussy,” I crooned, sliding my hand underneath the dress and touching myself through the panties. A soft moan slipped out of my lips as I slowly rubbed my clit, looking at his face.
His jaw was clenched so hard, I could see the veins popping on his neck. “Princess, stop being a naughty brat. Your teasing will get you fucked.”
“Oh no,” I gasped, fluttering my lashes at him. “I’m so scared.”
“I get it.” He made a smooth turn, his dark eyes averting to my hand under the dress and my face. “You want to be fucked, hm?”
I bit my lip, increasing my pace. I could cum just like that. Looking at his face, hearing his deep voice and rubbing myself.
“You know what happened last week, don’t you?” Sean asked, his voice deeper. “You teased me about your fictional crush all fucking night and begged me to stop next morning until you passed out.”
I paused, swallowing as he took my phone from his suit pocket (I didn’t have a purse with me, so he took care of it) and showed me a picture, making me blush.
It was a photo of me on our bed. I was on all fours with hair sticking to my face. His spankings on my ass made it look red, with hickies all over my back. But the clear picture of my pussy, flushed and leaking with our juices, especially his cum, made me clench.
“Mhmm, my naughty brat likes it when Daddy gets mad and puts her in her place, doesn’t she?” He purred, sliding his thumb and showing me the video.
I scrambled to take the phone away, but he kept it in his hand. The sounds of my whimpers and his groans filled my ears. The video of his cock slamming into me made me shiver. I was, unfortunately, very familiar with that video.
“Daddy, stop!” I said, almost whining when he finally paused the video and glanced at me.
“Remind me what we did the next day, Princess.” His voice was giving me chills, and I was scared we were getting closer to home. “I’m getting old, so tell me.”
Looking away, I swallowed and said, “You made me watch the video and forced me to cum three times. While I was sore.”
He didn’t fuck me, but he might as well have. My clit had felt swollen and sensitive for two entire days.
“Uh-huh,” he said, parking the car in the basement. “And you still haven’t learned your lesson, have you? With your hand underneath the dress, touching my pussy and teasing me, hm? My pretty Princess wants to get fucked by her Daddy. Is that right?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I tugged my dress up, relishing in his groan when he saw my soaked panties. “I need you right now.”
His eyes flashed to my face, my insides burning with need. He didn’t need to hear me twice as he pounced on me, his lips claiming mine. I moaned into his mouth when he took me on his lap, backing into his seat to accommodate me. My back bumped the steering wheel, but I didn’t care. His bulge was hard and thick, pressing right against my crotch.
“I wanted to fuck you in this dress the entire night,” he whispered between our kisses, his hands lowering to cup my pussy. “Wanted to bend you over and cum inside you before we left.”
I whimpered, grinding on his hand. I felt so impatient, lowering his zipper and rubbing his shaft through the boxers. He groaned, pulling out his cock and tucking my panties to the slid before pressing his tip against my slicked sex.
“Please,” I breathed out when he teased me. My hands scrunched the suit on his shoulders, my legs trembling with anticipation. The space felt so small and perfect for us to press against each other, feeling the warmth radiating off of each other’s body.
I bit my lip when he slid inside me, his comforting hand on my hip, holding the dress up. We both groaned when he filled me up, our breaths fanning on each other’s skin. I felt him pulse inside me, my walls tightening as I felt the brush of his thumb on my clit.
“Move your hips for me, Princess,” he whispered, pulling me closer to his chest.
I met his dark glittering his eyes and followed his command. Slowly moving my hips and moaning at the friction of our bodies. His body felt so warm and big, so perfect. I wanted more of him.
Sean must have read my thoughts. He held my hips and started moving me on top of his dick, my breathy moans echoing in the car. I didn’t care that anyone could come in the parking lot or the security guard could make a round. I only cared about him and his cock buried deep inside my pussy.
“You still have those words on your tits?” he asked, his panting making my toes curl. His other hand went to slip off the spaghetti strap of the dress to see the words he had written on my chest that morning, ‘Daddy’s Good Girl.’
“Mhmm,” he leaned back, his eyes tracing my face. “You’re my good girl.”
“I’m close,” I cried out, burying my face in his neck as he kept fucking into me. I closed my eyes, white fiery lust blinding me as his thighs trembled and I felt us explode with orgasm together.
His hand rubbing my back made me shiver as I stayed in his arms, basking in the postcoital bliss, his sweet words and kisses on my neck making me stir. “I love you, Princess,” he whispered, tucking my hair back and smiling at me.
I kissed him, smiling at his flushed face. “Love you too, Daddy.”
He was about to kiss me when my phone pinged with a message. And then another one.
“Who’s texting you at this hour?” He asked when I reached for it, hissing when he gently pulled out and cleaned himself with a tissue.
“I don’t know.” I frowned at the unknown number and showed it to him. “Is someone pranking me again?”
Unknown: hi im an escort
Unknown: do u wanna hire me?
Sean’s jaw clenched when he saw the shirtless picture of a man on my screen. He had olive skin tone, and if I was purely judging from his physique, his body aesthetic was good, with eight pack abs and firm muscles.
“Block him,” Sean said, but a thought crossed his mind. “Or we can send him a sex tape. That’ll shut him up.”
“Sean,” I said, ignoring the message and wrapping my arms around him. “Why would I need an escort when I bagged a handsome, rich Sugar Daddy for a boyfriend, hm?”
“Still.” He pouted. “I’ll have to keep spoiling my Princess so she doesn’t run away.”
I giggled when he kissed me, my stomach fluttering with butterflies. “I won’t, Daddy,” I promised.
I never wanted to leave him alone. I loved bratting out to him too much to run away.
Are you wondering about that sexy escort? Read Book 7 to find out!
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