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champhangman · 7 years

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Save A Piece

Characters: AJ Styles x unnamed OFC (hit: it’s @llowkeys because this is for her)

Summary: It was her birthday. All she wanted was one thing. Unfortunately, the world had other plans.

Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut. Explicit sexual situations. Rough sex. Spanking. A little biting. Daddy kink. Age difference. And a little touch or two of fluff.

Word Count: 6900 (Oh hi I got carried away)

Special note: Happy birthday, @llowkeys!!!

"Happy birthday!"

From the other side of the room she heard the rhythmic tooting of Xavier trombone as everyone else began singing the birthday song. From the crowd approached Renee and Charlotte, holding a sheet cake emblazoned with multicolored flowers and her name in swirling script. And, she saw with a wrinkle of her nose, more than enough candles to denote her age.

"Make a wish," Renee insisted when the song was done.

She'd already made a wish for the day. She doubted it would come true, considering that everyone in the company seemed intent on running her ragged and keeping her so busy she couldn't even take a piss, much less seek him out. Just her luck that her birthday would fall on a workday. Still, she drew in a breath and closed her eyes, repeating the wish she'd made before opening her eyes the morning.

Not that it would come true. But a girl could dream. She was a product of Disney princess movies and magic and all that other shit. Anything was possible, right?

Right?

The cake was good, and she said so while Charlotte shoved another piece at her, this one accompanied by ice cream. She stared at the sugary goodness and gave a resigned sigh. If her wish couldn't come true, getting fat was a nice second plan.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Was it normal, she wondered, going still with her mouth full of cake and ice cream, to get wet at just the sound of a voice? She pressed the tines of her fork into her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy clenched, she felt her panties grow damp, but slowly turned to see the newcomer.

Fuck, she thought, watching AJ Styles saunter up to the table she was sharing with the girls. The man was sex on legs. It just wasn't fair that he was as hot as he was. It especially wasn't fair that he seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he was hot. He had to know, though, she thought, pressing the fork's tines deeper into her lip. He couldn't have gotten to the age of forty without knowing, for fuck's sake.

"You keep doin' that, little girl, and you're gonna be bleedin'," AJ chided, pointing to the fork at her lip.

Little girl. She almost choked while swallowing, and covered it with a faint cough. Okay, he probably meant it in the literal sense, but her pussy clenched again. Oh, the things she would do, the crimes she would commit, just to be his little girl.

"She's not a little girl anymore," Charlotte said with a roll of her eyes. At least, it sounded like she was rolling her eyes.

Eyes the color of ice dipped down and slowly traveled back up. Was he checking her out? He must have been. She thought she saw approval when his eyes met hers, and thought her heart would beat out of its chest when his tongue darted over his lips.

"Yes she is," he said softly. One corner of his mouth tilted upwards. "You're the type that's always going to be a little girl, aren't you?"

"In some form, yes," she agreed, delighted to see his eyes spark. Lowering the fork, she briefly pressed her lips together. "I like being a little girl."

"Did you want some cake?" Renee asked.

She cut her eyes at the blonde, but quickly brought them back to AJ when he began to speak.

"Nah, not now." AJ's eyes met hers again. "Save me a piece, will you, little girl?"

The show had started and she was still being run ragged. Except for her brief respite that had been her party, she hadn't gotten a chance to sit down for more than two minutes. Still, she preferred to be busy. She had never been one to sit still. Which was why she had gone after a job in the largest touring company in the world as soon as she had turned eighteen. One year later, she adored every aspect of her job, from the perks to the most menial tasks.

After all, not many people could say they'd gotten coffee for their first girl crush, Lita.

Right now, though, she was gathering gear design samples from Wardrobe to take them to the other end of the backstage area for Stephanie and Hunter to approve or reject. There was no rush, Stephanie's assistant had promised, but she knew better than to dawdle. By the time she went back and forth, there would be at least a dozen more tasks waiting for her. She dropped her phone on top of the spandex pieces in the box and headed down the hallway, stepping over cables and around crates.

She had just turned the corner when she heard his voice. Her steps slowed as his voice grew nearer, and she glanced over her shoulder in time to see him. He'd stopped at the corner, still talking with Sami Zayn. She stopped completely, pretending to read the notice taped to the wall while she really soaked in his appearance.

Fuck's sake, it should be a crime for one man to be so good looking. She'd seen all the men on the roster immediately after a match. Red-faced. Sweaty. Hair a mess. And all of them – literally all of them – looked bad. Except him. His cheeks were flushed, yes. He was sweaty, yes. It was a fine sheen on his shoulders and chest and abdomen. It trickled down his neck. His hair was a mess, too. Damp with seat, tousled, raked back from his face. He looked as though he had just finished a round of amazing sex.

The box slipped in her grip but she pulled it closer to her chest before it could fall. Did he look like that after fucking? Biting her lip, she watched him from the corner of her eye. He and Sami shook hands, both laughing, and the redheaded man headed in the opposite direction. AJ headed towards her.

Well, not really her, but down the hallway she was currently in. The box began to slip again and just when she was about to readjust her hold, it became weightless.

"Careful, little girl," he said, lips curving into an easy grin. "Don't want you breakin'…" He looked down and chuckled. "Never mind…"

"The only thing breakable in there is my phone. Oh, I didn't get to see your match. How'd it go?" she asked, as much to keep him talking as to find out. Lust for him aside, she was a fan of his work.

"It was pretty good," he replied. "Sami's a great opponent. I hope one day we'll have a real feud."

"Hopefully for the championship you deserve," she told him, groaning when the device began to vibrate. Trust it to go off when she was just starting to have a real conversation.

"You gonna get that?" he asked when she continued looking down at her phone.

"No, it's not important."

"Y'know…" AJ drawled the word, waiting until she once more had a firm hold of the box before reaching up to run a gloved hand through his hair. "If I was callin' you and you didn't answer, I'd get mad."

"Well I don't see that happening." She looked up at him, smiling. "For two reasons."

"What reasons?"

"One, you don't have my number, so you can't call me."

"And two?" he prodded when she glanced down.

"Two…" Her phone began to vibrate again. Stephanie's assistant. Lifting the box higher, she gave AJ a small smile. "If you were the one calling, I'd definitely answer."

She felt her knees weaken when his grin faded into a look of interest. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, head cocking to one side. "Would you, little girl?"

Drawing up her courage, she met his gaze full on. "Why don't you call me and find out?"

Though her knees were practically knocking together, she managed to toss her hair behind her shoulders and sauntered away. She didn't hear him answer. Didn't hear him call to her in any way. Ego deflating, she chanced a look over her shoulder to find him watching her. She could feel a tiny little current that seemed to close the distance between them and shoot down her spine, lodging in the pit of her belly and spreading warmth throughout her body. Nipples hardening, she slowly moistened her lips and forced herself to continue down the hall.

"Oh, this is the life," she muttered sarcastically to her empty hotel room. "Nineteenth birthday, in the middle of practically nowhere, watching shit TV and eating leftover birthday cake."

She lifted her plastic fork as a toast to herself, then shoved the bite of cake into her mouth. It was still good. She had too much to eat by herself, but that didn't matter. She would eat until she felt like she would explode, then she would masturbate and fall into a sugar and orgasm-induced coma until her alarm went off.

"Happy fuckin' birthday to me," she sighed.

On the nightstand, her phone began to vibrate. She groaned, mental images of late night errands forming. Nope, she was going to ignore it. If her supervisor or Stephanie's assistant bitched at her in the morning she would say her phone had died. Or that she'd been asleep. She'd come up with something. It continued to vibrate, growing annoying when the edge of her phone made contact with the base of the lamp. With a huff of annoyance she reached to turn it off, instinctively looking to the screen. The number wasn't recognizable and obviously not someone she spoke with frequently, because it wasn't connected to a contact.

A wrong number, she assumed with a shrug as the phone stopped vibrating. She set it back down, turned her attention back to her leftover cake and the rerun of Snapped, and wondered if she was too immersed in her self-pity to go down to the vending machines and get a drink. Deciding that she wasn't, she swung her feet off the bed and stepped into her sandals. She grabbed some cash and her key then left her room, pausing when she heard her phone give a quick buzz. She'd check it when she got back.

The halls were practically deserted, though she did run into a few late arrivals. Sweaty bottles tucked in one arm, she let herself into her room and returned to the bed. Her gaze went to her phone after a few moments. Reaching for it, she saw she had another missed call and several text messages from the wrong number and, curious, opened them.

I thought you said you'd definitely answer?

Have you figured out who this is? You said I didn't have your number, but I've got ways to get it.

I know you're alone. Are you already asleep? Are you having sweet dreams?

Are your dreams ever about me, little girl?

"Holy shit," she gasped, eyes locked on the last text. Sitting straight up, she forgot about her plans to stuff her face and read the texts over again. And again. Who had he gotten her number from? She couldn't think of anyone she was friendly with in the company that he was friendly with, too. Then she scoffed. The man was friendly with everyone. His fellow wrestlers, both men and women, production staff, commentators, referees… The man was well-liked. He was also charming and probably had no trouble getting a phone number from someone.

And how the hell did he know she was alone?

"Fuck," she said, reading the last message again. Of course her dreams were about him. Boring dreams that were just replays of her day. Stupid dreams involving floating footballs and grass made of licorice. Sex dreams, that were so realistic and lurid she woke up sweating, legs shaking, certain she could taste him on her lips.

It took several deep breaths and more than a few fortifying sips of cold soda to calm her down enough to reply to his messages.

I didn't know it was you. I wasn't asleep. I'm sitting here eating leftover cake.

She sent it, fingers hovering over the screen, then hastily tapped out another message and sent it before she lost her nerve.

My best dreams are always the ones about you. What about yours?

She dropped the phone onto the bed as though it were too hot, immediately regretting the text. But it was too late now. It had been sent and delivered. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she kept her gaze on the phone's screen, breath catching when she saw that he was replying.

Did you save me a piece?

Of course. Her breath left her lungs in a rush. He was more interested in the cake than in her or her dreams. About to reach for the phone to tell him he could have the rest of the damn cake, she froze. He was replying again.

I don't think you want to know what my dreams are about. They might change your mind about me.

She snatched up the phone.

I have a great big piece right here in front of me. A corner piece, to be exact. If you want it, you can come get it.

She doubted he would.

You can't control your dreams. Some think there's no reason to them. Some think they're what your subconscious truly wants. So no your dreams won't change my mind about you.

She kept her phone balanced on one knee, thinking he was taking forever to type out his reply. When it came, she whimpered out loud.

If I come to your hotel room in the middle of the night, it's not going to be for cake. And I know my dreams are what I truly want. I can't tell you what they're about. I can show you, though. If you think you can handle it, little girl.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered, biting the pad of her thumb. About to reply, she squeaked as another message appeared.

If you don't answer this time, I will get mad.

Within seconds her phone was vibrating wildly. Seeing the number, she dragged her tongue over her lips and accepted the call. "Hello?"

"That's so much better than hearin' a computer tell me you're not available." AJ's voice was low, his accent just a tad thicker than usual.

"I'm sorry," she said, ignoring the ball of heat twisting in her lower abdomen. "If I had known it was you, I would have answered."

"I believe you."

"Who gave you my number?" she blurted, curiosity getting the better of her.

"A friend."

"A male friend or a female friend?"

"Does it matter who gave it to me? It's not like I just got it tonight."

"You didn't?" She made a face at the squeak that invaded her voice. "How long have you had my number?"

"A while," he said evasively.

"And it took you this long to use it?"

"I wasn't sure until now that you'd want me usin' it, to be honest."

Use it. Use me, she thought. "What changed your mind?"

"Oh, I think you know, little girl."

She thought back over her interactions with him throughout the day. There had been a brief hello shortly after getting to the arena. The two full minutes while she ate her cake. Their conversation in the hallway. Chewing on her bottom lip, she thought harder, the ball of heat expanding, and took a shot in the dark. "I like being a little girl."

"That's right," he enthused. "But I just need to know one thing before I start showin' you my dreams."

"What's that?" she whispered, one hundred percent sure her heart stopped beating while she waited for his answer.

"You think you can handle bein' my little girl?"

Oh, fuck. She wasn't stupid. She knew the meaning behind that. She knew, mostly, what being someone's little girl entailed. That ball of heat had settled between her legs, and she couldn't hold back the soft moan when she felt an ache form in her pussy.

"I need an answer," AJ murmured in her ear.

"Yes," she whispered, squeezing her thighs together. "Yes, I can."

"Then you need to come open your door."

She was off the bed in an instant, gasping, shoving the cake and drinks onto the nightstand. She switched off the TV, having a feeling he wouldn't be interested in hearing about a woman who'd stabbed her husband ninety-three times, and rushed to the door. Stomach flipping in anticipation, she leaned onto her tiptoes to see through the peephole. He was actually there. In the hallway. Right outside her room. In jeans and a white t-shirt. A baseball cap was backwards on his head.

"Are you lookin' at me?" he asked, and she saw him tip his head back. "'Cause I'd like to be lookin' at you right now."

She opened the door, phone sliding from her ear as he stepped forward. Clapping her hand to her chest to catch it before it fell, she released a shaky breath as AJ's eyes met hers. He didn't stop walking once he was inside, forcing her to move backwards into the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and she caught a whiff of grapes as he removed his cap and tossed it onto the dresser. Once she was standing in the center of the room he stopped, letting her do the same. Then he leaned back, gaze roving her figure.

"You wear that to bed often?" His finger brushed the hem of the black t-shirt bearing his emblem. The one she'd cut down to a tank top. The hem rested just at mid-thigh, and she felt goosebumps rise on her flesh at the faint caress of his finger.

"Every night," she admitted.

"Don't stroke my ego, little girl," he warned softly.

"Every night," she said again. "Because it's soft. It's comfortable."

"Next time, I want to see you in silk." His finger hooked the hem and began to draw it up, exposing her red panties. He lifted it further, thumb grazing her abdomen, until the shirt rested just below her breasts. "Do you have silk to wear to bed?"

"No."

"We'll have to fix that as soon as possible." His hand fell to her waist and gave a gentle squeeze. "My little girl deserves the best."

My little girl. Thrilled at the three words, she beamed. "I do?"

"Nothin' but the best." He dragged his hand lower, palming her ass. She heard his breath hitch, felt that ache in her pussy sharpen. He squeezed, fingers digging in, and his ragged sigh sent a shiver down her spine.

"What color?" she whispered. If he wanted her in silk, he would fucking have her in silk.

"Pink," he said, bringing his other hand to her ass and squeezing.

She shivered, longing to hold onto him. But she could sense the unspoken rule. She wanted to be good for him. So she kept her arms at her sides, nails digging into her palms, while his hands explored her ass. Her back. Her abdomen. With the barest touch of his fingers on her hands she raised her arms, shivering again as the shirt was pulled up and over her head. Her nipples peaked beneath his heated look, and she slowly lowered her arms. She glanced down, saw the outline of his cock bulging against his jeans. Her pussy throbbed with longing, which she instantly forgot when he dipped his head.

His lips were warm and soft, but his kiss was hard and demanding. He nipped, he sucked, he licked her lips until they parted, then his tongue was stroking hers. His hair fell against her cheeks, his hands clutched her waist. He urged her tongue to move against his, rewarding her with a soft moan that reverberated throughout her body. Breaking the kiss into a series of nibbles and suckles of her bottom lip, he caught her by the waist and made her turn around. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her back as he drew her close, then his hand trailed up her torso to lightly cup her neck. Nudging her chin up, he guided her forward until she nearly fell facedown onto the bed. But he steadied her, fingers lightly squeezing the sides of her throat.

"How old did you turn today?" he asked, his voice a silky whisper in her hair.

"N-nineteen." Lamenting the loss of his body when he stepped away, she bit her lip.

"Tell me somethin'." He moved into view. She heard the sounds of his shoes being kicked off, then he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why is a nineteen-year-old with a gorgeous body like yours interested in me?"

Her mouth dropped open, but she couldn't form an immediate answer. Staring at him, she tried to silently convey her reasons. And knew she was failing miserably when his patient, waiting expression remained the same. "Because," she finally managed. "You… Well, I mean, you're you."

He chuckled softly. "I know that, little girl. Tell me more."

"You're…" She gestured lamely with one hand. "I mean, just look at you. You're handsome. You're built like a brick house. You're thick and sturdy and… And you take care of yourself. Your voice and your accent and your hair – Yes your hair," she insisted when he lifted his eyebrows. "I know people make fun of it but they probably do that because they're jealous their hair never looks that good. It's shiny and it looks so soft and when I see it move when you're in the ring I just want to wrap my fingers in it and hold on. Just like whenever I see your biceps try to split out of your shirt I want to feel them holding me. You're fucking hot, AJ. But you… You…"

"I what?" he asked.

"You give off this huge aura of being safe," she explained. "Not safe in the general sense, but safe as in I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt me. You wouldn't play games. Because you're mature. You aren't some bro dude just looking for a quick fuck that'll never call me again. You're just… You're gorgeous, yeah. And you're passionate. But you're safe. And that's why I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. I don't want some kid. I want a man. I need a man. I need you."

"Come here," he whispered.

She did, without hesitation, stepping between his parted thighs. Trembling after her rapid, probably mostly incoherent, speech, she sank to her knees. His eyes glimmered with appreciation, and she felt a surge of joy.

"You ready for me to show you my dreams?" AJ's voice was thick.

"Yes," she nearly cried.

"Yes, what, little girl?" His thumb brushed her cheek. Her jaw. Then they cupped her chin and lifted her head.

"Yes, daddy," she said clearly.

"Good." He tapped her cheek, then moved back, until he sat at the headboard. Stretching his legs out in front of him, he patted his thighs. She climbed up to join him, straddling him, and sighed blissfully as his hands helped her settle. He was still fully dressed, a juxtaposition she found even more arousing when he brought her in for a hungry kiss.

The cotton of his t-shirt was soft against her chest, the denim of his jeans rough against her thighs. She tentatively brought her hands up to his biceps, moaning at the size of them. Her hands slid to cup his shoulders then eased inward, until his hair was tickling her fingers. She hummed, hips rolling against his, certain he could feel how wet she was. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she whined when he broke the kiss.

"How many years has it been since you got a birthday spankin'?" His hands were on her ass again, clutching and squeezing and nudging her panties down until her cheeks were fully exposed.

She whined softly. "I never had one."

"Then you need…" He paused, kissing her once more. Strong fingers traced the cleft of her ass, one sliding between her cheeks to caress the tender skin.

"One hundred and ninety," she supplied. Grinning, she pushed against his finger, wondering if it would be too much to ask him to fuck her there.

"Oh, my little girl is smart," he murmured. He ran his hand over her ass again, as though memorizing its shape and size. "But this ass can't take that many at once, so we'll start with nineteen tonight, alright?"

"Yes, daddy," she moaned.

His finger slid down, just brushing the slick folds of her pussy, and she felt his hips lift. Without a word, he guided her so she lay across his thighs. He pushed a pillow toward her and she wrapped her arms around it for stability. Her panties were dragged down to her knees. His palm burned a trail up the back of her thigh to her ass. She was surprised by the softness of his voice when he asked if she was comfortable. After she promised she was, he brought his hand down sharply on her ass.

The jolt of pain shocked her, as did the rush of pleasure that immediately followed. When his hand moved away she felt her flesh stinging and could only gasp for breath, a moan dying in her throat. His hand came down again, harder this time, the slap sounding like a shot in the room. She felt the unexpected burn of tears. Pressing her face into the pillow, she squealed when his fingers slipped down and stroked her slit. And moaned when he lightly massaged where he'd struck her.

"Stay still," he instructed when she pushed against his fingers. "Daddy's got you."

It took forever for him to get through the nineteen strikes. He alternated between cheeks, then massaged, then teased her slit. His fingers slipped further, teasing, and the final blow to her ass occurred just as he touched her clit. She cried out his name, body growing taut, orgasm approaching hard and fast. Only to release a sob when he drew his hand away. She felt him lean, and the softness of his lips on her sore cheeks brought forth a sigh.

He rolled her onto her back. Staring up at him, eyes pleading, as he straddled her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat as he peeled off his t-shirt and she gloried in the reveal of his abdomen and chest. His skin practically glowed, the tattoo on his side standing out even more. Pushing his hair back, he waited until she lifted her eyes to his before bending for a kiss. Her body hummed with excitement at the feel of his skin against hers. Her head swam with desire and joy, and before she could make heads or tails of it the kiss had ended.

His lips were hot against her throat. His breath was fire on her chest. His teeth and tongue were pure lava on her nipples, suckling and biting until she began to tremble. His beard dragged down to her hip, where he bit down so hard she lurched. Coarse denim forced her legs apart, callused palms swept from her hips to her ankles then back up to her thighs. Then his lips were there, snatching her breath away as he nuzzled against her skin.

"AJ," she moaned, lifting her head to watch him. She could just see his eyes through his hair as he wrapped his arms around her thighs. Strong hands splayed on her hips, then his thumbs were spreading her.

"What color silk did I tell you to get?" he asked casually. As though his breath wasn't caressing her pussy.

"Pink," she managed, arching.

"I want it the same color pink as this," he told her, spreading her further. His tongue dragged up the length of her pussy, stopping just before meeting her clit. She instantly began to writhe, but he was quick to tighten his hold. He shook his hair from his face and, gaze locking with hers, began flicking his tongue over her clit.

"Fuck," she squealed, straining against his grip. His tongue didn't stop moving, its speed and intensity unchanged even when she began to tremble. He moaned encouraging, sending shockwaves through her body, and she grabbed handfuls of the sheet for leverage as she came with a staccato scream. He continued, occasionally moaning, holding her still when she started to whine. The pleasure was too intense now, but she was forced to endure until another wave built up. Another scream tore from her throat as his tongue sent her spiraling into another orgasm, his moan now a steady drone that was more effective than any vibrator she'd ever used. Just when the pain began to overtake the enjoyment and she released a sob, his tongue began to slow.

He gave her clit a hearty suck, dragging an unholy shriek from her lungs, then dipped his tongue lower. Lapping as though he were parched, he moaned again, deeper this time, then lifted his head.

"Jesus," she hissed, head falling back. She was vaguely aware of his arms moving, then suddenly his lips were on hers. Surprised by the need in his kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gratefully accepted her taste from his tongue. She whined into his mouth when he pushed his crotch tight against her, able to feel nearly every detail of his cock. Rocking her hips, she felt him tremble and broke the kiss, moving her lips to his ear. "Please, daddy," she whispered, hands starting to roam. "I want you in my mouth."

He chuckled, lips grazing her ear. "Next time, little girl. Tonight's about you."

Oh. She could live with that, for sure. No matter how much she wanted to taste him. Shivering when he pulled away and cool air swirled between them, she rested her hands on his hips briefly before reaching to unbuckle his belt. She could hear his breathing. Could feel his abdomen ripple. His hands grabbed her wrists and she pouted when he forced her to stop, yelping in surprise when he dragged her to the center of the bed. He straightened up and she watched hungrily while he pushed down his jeans. His cock sprang free, something she had thought only happened in books. Her mouth watered at the sight of it, hard and proud, tip straining and leaking. God, she just wanted one little taste…

"Are you a little cock slut?" he asked, voice low.

Her eyes widened at the question, but she couldn't look away from his cock. She bit her lip when his hand wrapped around it and began to stroke. Fuck, now she was jealous of his hand. And his thumb, which swiped over the tip until it glistened.

"I asked you a question."

"Yes," she blurted. As much as she wanted him to fuck her through the mattress, she couldn't wait until he let her go down on him. He would fill her mouth and then some, she could tell.

His thumb swiped again and he let go of his cock. Her lips parted before his hand was halfway to her mouth, and she lifted her eyes to watch his face. His eyes closed briefly when she sucked on his thumb. He swallowed noisily when she moaned at the taste of his precum. Tongue dragging over his lips, he pulled his thumb free.

She had the foresight to grab his forearm when his hand cupped her pussy. Two fingers eased inside and she shuddered. His name was a breathy moan as his fingers began to fuck her slowly. Arching, hips rolling, she whined when he caught her hip to hold her down. "Please—"

"Daddy's got to make sure you're ready," he murmured, the words soothing and arousing at the same time. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I like the hurt," she admitted.

His chuckle was warm, as were his lips when he lay over her and gave her a tender kiss. "I know you do. But be patient, little girl."

She was drawing a breath to reply when another finger pushed into her. She held her breath, enjoying the stretch almost as she enjoyed the groan that vibrated from his throat.

"See?" he whispered, pushing his fingers in as deeply as possible. "Feel how tight you are?"

"Yes… Ahh," she moaned, shocked at the realization that another orgasm was building. "Oh my god…"

"You gonna cum on my fingers?" He rested his forehead on hers, silently forcing her to hold his gaze while his fingers picked up speed. His thumb grazed her clit, then moved away. "Come on, baby, let me see how tight this pussy gets when you cum."

Breathless, she nodded, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. "F-faster, please," she gasped, body starting to overheat. "Please, daddy, go faster."

He did so, palm slapping her clit with each thrust of his fingers. So fast she thought she would go delirious. His voice, thick and hot, encouraging her. He curled his fingers, muffling her shriek with his lips, going still, fingertips drumming the sweet spot he'd discovered.

Her nails scored his skin. Legs shaking. Hips straining. She screamed into his mouth as her pussy clenched around his fingers, body pulsing. Turning her head to break the kiss so she could draw in a clear breath, she screamed again when his thumb rubbed her clit, prolonging her delight. She whimpered at the empty sensation when his fingers slid out, and sobbed when they were almost immediately replaced by his cock.

He slipped his arms under her thighs, bringing her legs up as he filled her. He gave her no chance to adjust, hips setting a rapid pace that had her seeing stars. "You feel so good," he moaned into her hair, fingers digging into her sweaty flesh. "I'm gonna need your pussy on my dick every day."

"Yes," she agreed, voice cracking. His thrusts were hard and deep. She could feel the mattress shaking and was glad for his steadying hold, because she imagined he would easily fuck her off the bed entirely. "Daddy, don't stop…"

"I won't, little girl," he promised. Hands sliding to the backs of her knees, he pushed them towards her chest as he leaned back, the angle sending him deeper. The rhythm of his hips never faltered, cock pounding into her.

"Oh god," she whined, a lifetime or seconds later. She came before she could articulate that she was going to, aware only of his dick filling he repeatedly. He pushed her knees further, until her ass lifted from the bed, and she continued to tremble. She couldn't take anymore. She was sure. He was, quite literally, going to fuck the life out of her. If he made her come again she would either pass out or die from pure pleasure. She— "Fuck!"

"Again," he gasped, starting to pound into her harder. Guiding her legs over his shoulders, he braced his hands on either side of head.

"I can't," she whined, hands flailing before finally catching his biceps. They rippled beneath her palms. "It's too much…"

"You can do it. I need you to cum on my dick one more time." He suddenly pulled out, and she felt the tip of his dick glide along her slit. When it rubbed against her clit a newfound thrill rippled through her. AJ smirked, knowingly, and drew back so he could do it again. "See? You can do it, little girl. Come on… Cum again for daddy."

"I—" She broke off with a ragged whine as his cock slammed into her. A hand moved to her shoulder, then along her side, briefly squeezing her hip before clutching her ass. The touch kept her still, vulnerable to his exquisite torture. Spurred on by his encouraging words, she whimpered as her body seized up. "Daddy!"

"Yes, yes, just like that…" The words seemed far away despite his face being right in front of hers. He let go of her ass, pinning her to the mattress, hands grabbing her arms while his body jerked.

Weak, unable to do anything but lie beneath him, panting, she stared at his face. She whispered his name faintly, throat raw. "Daddy," she practically purred, surprising herself. She tightened around his cock, watched his lips form her name. "Daddy," she said again, suddenly and inanely aware that her legs were sweating. "Cum inside me…"

"I'm goin' to," he promised, his breath a strained whisper.

"Fill me up," she went on, forcing her shaking hands to move. They paused at his neck, where she enjoyed the wild thrum of his pulse, then slid into his hair. "Fill me up, daddy…"

"Fuck," he growled, pressing his face to the side of her neck. Breath, hot and damp, rushed from his mouth.

"Please," she begged, holding onto his hair and squeezing his dick. Throwing her head back when his teeth sank into the curve of her neck, she pleaded with him again and again until he thrust into her one final time. A muffled roar came from him as his cock throbbed inside her, and she gasped, able to feel each burst of cum. He bit down harder, forcing his cock deeper, then dropped his forehead to her chest.

Within seconds he was slowly sitting back, kissing her before doing so. He eased his cock out, their gasps mutual. Gently, he guided her legs down, hands caressing her thighs. She watched his movements, watched his face, boosting herself upright in hopes of finagling another kiss. He allowed her one, hands still stroking her thighs, and broke the kiss when she shivered. Looking down, he smirked, and her lips parted in surprise as his index finger swiped up her slit. "Your pussy couldn't hold it all, little girl," he murmured, raising his hand.

She grinned, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean. She drew it into her mouth and sucked to make sure she got every bit of his tasty cum. "Mm," she moaned, giving his finger one final suck before letting it slide from her mouth. "It tastes good."

"You think I'd give my little girl somethin' that didn't taste good?" he challenged, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She shook her head, giggling when he pushed her back down and covered her. His kiss remained gentle, and his hands soothed all the places he had grabbed and squeezed just moments before. Lifting his head, he shifted so he lay next do her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm great," she assured, limbs heavy and body exhausted. He tucked his arm around her waist and drew her close, lips brushing her forehead. "Seriously, AJ, that was amazing."

"It was," he agreed, lips staying on her forehead. Fingers smoothed her hair, then touched where he'd bitten. "I didn't hurt you?"

"Only the good kind," she murmured, humming softly when he dipped his head to kiss the curve of her neck. Secure in his embrace, she could only smile stupidly when he tucked one leg over hers, half covering her. Cupping his cheeks, she tugged until his lips returned to hers, offering a gentle kiss of appreciation. "I knew it would be… But I didn't dream that… Honestly, I've never cum so hard or so many times."

"You're welcome." He continued to smooth her hair, one finger curling in the locks, and tilted her head so he could kiss her forehead yet again. "You sure I didn't hurt you?"

"Positive." Lightly rubbing the back of her neck, she heard his appreciative sigh. "Since it's still my birthday, can I make one little request?"

"What's that?"

"Will you stay?" She wanted – needed – him to. Just so she could feel his arms around her a little longer. Just so she could fall asleep, safe and secure, tucked next to him. And so she could wake up the same way. So she would know in the morning that it hadn't been some fantastic dream. Nuzzling his neck, she prayed he would say yes. Even if it was just to indulge her. "Please?"

"Little girl, I'm not goin' anywhere."

Extraordinarily pleased, she tucked her head under his chin. "Thank you… Daddy."

He leaned away briefly, and an instant later the room was bathed in darkness. His arms wrapped tighter around her. "Happy birthday, little girl."

"It certainly was," she whispered. She thought briefly of the covers, now rumpled and out of her reach. But she made no move to try and get them, still heated from so many orgasms. Besides, she doubted he would let her get cold.

As though reading her mind, he pulled one arm from her and reached, then drew the covers up over her, making sure she was securely tucked in before draping his arm around her waist.

Soothed by his kisses and his closeness, she let her eyes drift closed. His heartbeat was steady and strong against her cheek. "Good night," she murmured, smile pulling at her lips when he returned the words.

Then, just as she was about to fall asleep, his voice broke the silence. "You did save a piece of cake for me, didn't you?"

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