Daddy’s Orders (Silver Fox Daddies)

His long tattooed finger slid inside my pussy.

Agonizing pleasure radiated from my clit to the rest of my body.

His lips, slightly rough, sucked my nipples firmly, sending both pleasure and pain through my body. A stark contrast to the softness I’d imagined my first time would feel like.

Here I was in an unnervingly precarious situation, sharing the intimate confines of a bedroom aboard a luxurious private jet, hurtling through the skies towards the secretive allure of a private island.

I asked him to take my virginity. The question was why?

This man was my father’s nemesis, and now, here I was, a pawn in their longstanding feud.

This was more than a physical conquest; it was a psychological battle against my father, and ultimately me.

The sensation of his touch was new and frighteningly intense.

Waves of nervous excitement mixed with a deep-seated fear rippled through me.

I knew what was happening physically, but the emotional turmoil was harder to grasp. I was inexperienced, a virgin caught in a game far bigger than a fleeting encounter.

His thumb brushed tentatively over my clit as he probed gently.

He was older, perhaps around my father’s age.

I had to promptly push that thought out of my mind because… well…eww.

Regardless, Logan was teaching me a lesson about age – that with maturity came experience.

‘Fuck, you’re wet; I need to taste you,’ he whispered.

He lowered himself until his face was right between my legs.

His tongue explored cautiously, clearly aware of my inexperience. My hands braced against the bed frame, my legs shaking not just with new sensations, but also with a deep fear of the unknown.

I ran my fingers through his hair, a futile attempt to find some control in this situation.

‘Take me,’ I murmured.

He groaned like an animal ready to devour his prey.

He pulled his head back, and the loss of contact made me let out a desperate whimpering sound. His pause made me glance down. My innocence was evident in my reaction, a mix of confusion and curiosity.

His thumb continued to move slowly, almost reassuringly.

‘Don’t worry baby girl. I’m going to make you come. You’re going to come so hard you’ll scream. This I promise you. And when we’re done here, I’m going to take you to my island and have my way with you again and again.”

I was silent, my mind racing. This wasn’t just about me; it was a message to my father.

And based on how good he was at foreplay, he was probably right about the screaming part. I didn’t trust myself to be quiet – and the fact we were smack dab situated on a plane with cabin crew – that would be a problem to say the least.

‘I can’t wait to drink your juices,’ he whispered, sliding two fingers into me this time, while his lips found another sensitive spot.

His fingers skillfully massaged my G-spot, triggering an intense reaction. Every part of me seemed to ignite with exhilarating pleasure.

Overwhelmed, I arched back, releasing a deep, primal moan as my body quivered. It was an overwhelming surge of ecstasy, the kind you hear about in books – but this time it was real. So freaking real.

He made a believer out of me.

As the waves of bliss subsided, so did my strength. Fortunately, Logan was there, supporting me and helping me move my body to the bed’s edge as he planted his feet on the ground and stood up.

Staring up at him in this angle I was mesmerized by how large he was.

Then he undid his belt, lowering his pants and boxer briefs, revealing himself.

Holy fuck, he was impressively endowed, a fact that didn’t escape me.

The sight caused a surge of anticipation.

‘I’m ready to explode,’ he said.

He teased me as he rubbed his dick on my pussy, his voice low. ‘Tell me you want this.’

‘I want you’ I breathed out.

He gently lifted my leg, guiding it around his hip.

‘Tell me exactly what you want.’

Despite my dazed state, I knew what he was asking. ‘I want you, to fuck me senseless with everything you’ve got.’

“You sure about this?” he asked with a grin.

“I think so. Is this… really going to fit?”

“It will. If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want.”

“Then touch it.”

I quickly swallowed my nervousness and moved my hand closer to his manhood. My fingertips grazed the tip, his cock twitching a bit in a way that caused me to gasp in surprise. Next, I wrapped my fingers around him slowly, closing my eyes and taking in the sensation of how he felt in my hand.

Logan’s cock was solid, hard as a brick. It was warm, too, his pulse throbbing inside. I had no idea what I was doing, my mind racing as I tried to recall scenes from the books Marta had smuggled me. My hand gripping him, I began pumping Logan’s cock slowly.

He growled a bit, a guttural noise as sexy as anything I’d ever heard. More than that, it was encouragement that I was on the right track, that I was touching him in a way that he appreciated. I decided to go down, stroking him all the way to the base of his cock and teasing his balls. I cupped them, kneading them gently, knowing how sensitive they were.

Logan’s hands fell onto my breasts again. It wasn’t long before a clear drop of liquid formed on the head of his prick. A strange sensation came over me, and without thinking, I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over his tip, dabbing up the liquid. It was sweet and salty all at once.

Something about my mouth on his cock must’ve stirred an animal desire in Logan. A surge of energy ran through him, and once more he took hold of my hips. This time, he brought me back onto the bed with a forceful sweep, stepping out of his clothes as he loomed over me at the end of the bed. The sight of him standing like that, his cock at full glory, was enough to make me more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.

He prepared to move over top of me, a small smirk forming on his lips.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You.” The word came from my mouth without a moment of hesitation. “I want you. Please.”

That was all he needed to hear. With an agility that was surprising for a man of his size and build, Logan swooped in over top of me, gazing down with those striking ice blue eyes. I met his gaze, once more feeling like I was under some kind of spell.

“I’m going to ask you one last time. Are you sure this is what you want?” His tone was deep and serious. I could tell there was an element of play to his words. But it wasn’t just that—he wanted to make sure I wanted what was happening, that I had all the opportunity to get out of it.

Although I appreciated it, I became more and more sure of how I felt and what I wanted with each passing moment.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I said. “Please, don’t make me wait a second longer.”

To prove my point, I reached down and took hold of his cock, gripping and stroking it and guiding it down between my legs. By that point I was so turned on, so wet, that I was certain he’d have no trouble entering me.

“Protection,” he said.

“We’re good on that,” I replied. “I’ve been on birth control for years, my dad made me.”

A flash of anger formed on Logan’s face at the mention of my dad and the hold he had on my life. The expression quickly faded, however, replaced by a look of intense desire.

He reached down, his head grazing my lips and clit and sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. I squirmed at the pressure of his cock against me, my hips bucking. Logan kept moving forward, his head parting my lips and positioning itself at my opening.

One more hard push and I wouldn’t be a virgin any longer. I was thrilled and scared and aroused all at once.

“You ready?” he asked.

I nodded. “So ready.”

“Good. I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts.”

Logan did just that, pushing his hips forward and driving down into me. First his head moved inside, and then the many inches of his shaft. The feeling of him penetrating me was like nothing else. The sensation was like being split in half in the best way possible. There was a brief bite of pain, but it quickly receded and turned into a satisfying fullness.

Logan positioned his arms on both sides of my head, and I gripped them tightly, digging my nails into his thick biceps as he pushed deeper and deeper inside, my eyes locked onto his manhood as it vanished between my legs.

It didn’t take long before he was fully buried. Thankfully, Logan held still for several moments, giving me ample time to get accustomed to his size. Pleasure throbbed outward, the intensity enough to make me squirm.

As he held himself over top of me, gazing down with those stunning blue eyes, a thought occurred to me.

I wasn’t a virgin any longer.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel… so good.”

He grinned.

I grew bolder, placing my hands on his slim hips and guiding him back up. He rose, his cock sliding out of me just a bit before he pushed back down. He entered me with more ease the second time, my walls stretched around him. I was so impossibly turned on, so wet.

He buried himself to the hilt again, then pulled back. My eyes stayed locked onto his prick, his length now glistening with my arousal. Logan plunged in with more force, enough to shake my breasts, the intensity of the pleasure stronger than it had been before. He repeated, penetrating slow and deep.

“Just like that,” I said. “That’s… that’s so good.”

Logan answered my words by leaning down and sealing my lips with a kiss. His tongue found mine, the twin sensations of his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my womanhood like nothing else. I angled my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. Logan lowered his body, pressing himself down upon me, overwhelming me in a manner that blocked out the entire world except for the two of us.

His pace was steady, pushing into me and pulling out in a constant, unrelenting way that lulled me into a perfect trance of pleasure. I opened my eyes, letting my gaze jump from his handsome face to the bulging muscles of his arms to the tense flexing and release of his upper body. His cock entered me with piston speed, the pleasure building and building and building until…

“Oh… OH!”

The orgasm had built until it was impossible to resist, the pleasure going off like a bomb and ripping through me. I shook and moaned and arched my back underneath him, my hands gripping the broad spread of his upper back, my nails digging into his skin as I came hard once more.

Logan released with me, the sensation of his cock pulsing inside me adding a different, yet just as lovely layer to the climax. He grunted hard, his expression tightening as he drained himself. Knowing he was shooting himself deeply into me at the same time as my own orgasm was enough to push the pleasure even higher.

He finished, his muscles relaxing, his cock staying inside of me as the last traces of the orgasm slowly faded. When we were both done, he carefully slid his cock out of me, the warm trickle of his seed dripping down my inner thigh, creating a tickling sensation.

Logan moved next to me, wrapping my body in his huge arm as he held me close and tight.