Third Date Fucking

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your discretion*

Myla

Tonight is my third date with Deacon and I'm more nervous than I have been for some reason.

The first two went great, and the sex?

The sex was fücking amazing.

I've never come as hard in my entire life.

I feel myself constantly feining for more of him, but not wanting to show it too much; I don't want to seem desperate, because I'm not.

Well, maybe I fücking am. Since I can't stop thinking about Officer Deacon, I pick up my phone and message him on good old Tinder; I need to get his phone number, fück this app dating shït.

*tinder messages*

"Hey, Deac, you got a sec?"

"For you, little one, I have all the time in the fucking world. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, perfect actually. I just had a question to ask, and I fucking miss you tbh."

"I miss you too, Myla; you have no idea how much. What's your question, little one?"

"Is there anything, in particular, you want me to wear tonight?"

"Yeah, something you'd normally wear. I love seeing you all dolled up for me, but I want to see you in something you feel comfortable in."

"That I can do for you, officer."

"Good girl. I can't wait to fucking see you."

I put my phone down and sprint to the shower, with maybe a little too much excitement about tonight. I know I've said it, but Deacon is a lot like my ex in some ways. He oozes dominance and control, just like my ex. However, when it comes to Deacon, he's also caring and supportive, and he always, always tends to my every need when we're together; my ex didn't bother with any of that.

Deacon claims he's the devil, but my ex was the devil.

I know I need to stop comparing them. I just still have reservations about taking things even further with Deacon because deep down, I'm a little afraid. I trusted my ex and was with him for years, but I didn't see the control he had over me, the manipulation, and the dark side he kept hidden, but still took it out on me.

It scares me that Deacon could be like that too.

This is why tonight, I'll have to open up a bit and tell him some of the awful things that were done to me and the shit I've been through. My only hope is that he doesn't judge me or smother me with pity. If he cares for me like he says he does, then he'll understand. I'm not only nervous about the talk about my ex, but I'm also nervous that Deacon will decide I'm not the one for him. Whether it be the nineteen-year age difference between us, my daddy issues, the fact that I'm damaged, or anything else, I'm nervous he won't want me. And as pathetic as that sounds, this man has already stolen my fucking heart in just three short weeks. I'm not ready to walk away from something that could be life-changing. It's funny because I never expected a Tinder match to turn into anything but a quick fuck, let alone the deep, intense relationship it's blossomed into.

As I look through the racks of clothes I have hanging in my closet, I think of Deacon and what my mother would say if she found out about him; she won't, though. I'm out in LA by myself, and my mother and brother are back in Boston; we don't talk often. Then, I wonder what my brother would say about me dating a man old enough to be our father, and the fact that I do call him "daddy."My brother would fucking flip and forbid me to see him, I know it; he acts like our father. My brother and I are close, very close, but I can't bring myself to tell him about Deacon just yet as much as I want to rub it in his damn face.

Growing up it was just my brother and me, mainly because our mother was too preoccupied doing other things- other people, I should say. Having a prostitute for a mother was hard, but growing up with it for so long you eventually get accustomed to it and it becomes your normal. Unfortunately, I was used to it at a very young age. The absence of my father altered my life and mind forever, making me crave the love and attention from older men, much older men, all because of my "daddy issues."

My childhood fucked me up in the head and did a number on my self-esteem. I'm always looking for Daddy's approval. That's always been my downfall; I always attracted the wrong kind of men. Thanks, Mom. 

I had no mother (really) no father, just my older brother who was and is extremely protective of me. I wasn't allowed to do anything without being interrogated. My brother had good intentions but he smothered me too fucking much; like a mother should. He pushed me into the arms of my violent, abusive ex-boyfriend. We met in Boston, but he convinced me to move to LA with him, which turned out to be the worst thing I could've ever fucking done; I didn't know it at the time, though.

When I find my favorite outfit and grab it off the hanger, I walk excitedly back into my bedroom to start to get ready for tonight, date three. Just fucking, was easier than what we're going to be doing tonight, shit.

I know Tinder is mainly for hook-ups, but I've grown a strong connection with Deacon, and I don't see him as just a quick fuck. I hope he feels the same way about me, though. It's funny because usually on the first few dates, you spend the time getting to know each other, and on the third date, you fuck. Deac and I are doing it backward. We spent the first couple of dates fucking and sexting, and are using date three to get to know each other, but it works for us.

I step into my lacy, pink thong, and slip my arms through the thin straps of the matching bra I bought for tonight. I smile at my appearance in the mirrored closet door before I pull my favorite, tight skinny jeans on and jump a few times to get them to slide over my hips. I then take my tiny, white crop top and slip it over my head, and finish everything off with my black leather jacket and my favorite pair of six-inch black heels. I take my already heated curling iron and put a few loose waves throughout my hair, then add some hairspray and lightly touch up my makeup.

He wants me to look natural, so I'm giving him exactly what he wants.

For finishing touches, I spritz my favorite Victoria's Secret perfume and apply a layer of gloss to my lips. I then walk over to where I keep my jewelry box and open it, taking out the gold choker I bought years ago but never got the chance to wear; I'm wearing it tonight, though.

My phone goes off and I jump for my bed, landing face first on the cloud-like mattress, eager to see what Deacon says; I know it's him.

"What's your address, Myla? I'm coming to your house tonight for this talk."

"I'm at 777 Maplewood."

"Funny, my lucky number is 7"

"See, Deac, another thing we have in common. No wonder why we matched lol"

"I told you, Myla, you belong to me and I wasn't fucking joking. I'll be there in ten minutes... be ready, little one."

"I'm already ready, baby."

I exit the app and make a mental note to get Deacon's phone number tonight. I keep getting matches on Tinder and most of them send me lue, graphic pic,s and messages. Being with Deacon now for a bit, it almost feels wrong of me to still be on a hookup app. I shut the light off in my bedroom and head nervously down to the kitchen, still excited at the same time. I'm glad I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see or talk to him; that's always a great fucking sign. I grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and retrieve two glasses from the top shelf in the cabinet, standing on my tiptoes to reach them. I then bring everything to the living room and pour myself a glass of wine to take outside with me while I wait for Deacon.

Deacon

I stand here in my garage smoking cigarette after cigarette, to help kill the goddamn nerves that keep resurfacing when I think I've pushed them fucking deep down. I wasn't this fucking nervous on our first two dates, and that's because all we planned on doing was fuck each other's brains out. Date number three is so fucking different, though. Tonight is the night we open up to each other about ourselves and let the other in. I'm not going to fucking sit here and say I'm not worried, because I've never been more worried about anything when it comes to a girl before. Myla has fucking changed me more than I fucking know it, more than I'd like to admit to myself.

I snuff another butt out with the heel of my shoe and finally get the courage to pull myself together. I give myself a pathetic pep talk in one of the side mirrors on one of my cars, dipping my head down as I fix my hair and straighten out my shirt. I told Myla to wear what she normally would, so I went ahead and did the same. I can't wait to fucking see what my little one looks like. My cock is getting hard as I picture her beautiful, innocent face.

Sitting in my Bentley, I start the engine and listen excitedly as she purrs to fucking life with a sexy roar when I tap on the gas while in the park. I type Myla's address into my GPS, noticing it says she's 8.5 miles from me, just like it says on her Tinder profile.

I sit and get lost in a fucking daydream again, this time thinking about the fact that I'm going to her fucking house. I'm breaking my own fucking rules for this girl and I need to be careful. The second I start getting sloppy and let my guard down, I might as well have invited every bad mother fucker in, especially those who are looking for me. I can't let that happen especially after how hard I've fucking tried to keep Travis and me hidden so we can't fucking be found. As much as I'm falling for this girl, my safety and my son's safety come before anything. I can't let my past life and mistakes ruin his life, I just can't fucking do it.

Although, I've already brought Myla into my fucking insanity, and if they're watching me then they already know about her. By going to her place tonight, I realize that I might be putting her in more fucking danger than I originally thought.

Shit.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I can feel my head start to get hazy and my hands start to sweat as I grip them around the steering wheel. I'll be damned if I have another fucking flashback, or worse, another fucking episode. I need to try and keep the fucking demons at bay for the night, which won't be too fucking hard because when I'm around Myla, the bastard demons inside of me are quiet, for fucking once.

I bring myself out of the dark fucking daze I was consumed by, put my Bentley in gear, and back out of my driveway, making sure the garage door shuts and locks before I drive off for the fucking night; paranoia at its finest. I drive down the rest of my long driveway, turn around in the circle at the end, and creep my way out, waiting until the road is clear before I pull out and fucking gun it down another busy LA street, feeling the warm breeze in my fucking hair.

I'm careful to keep an eye out to make sure I'm not being fucking followed, even taking a few turns and streets that weren't necessary. The coast is fucking clear the whole way. You can never be too careful in my line of work, and no, I'm not only talking about my position on SWAT but my other job, which will come to light shortly. Myla and Carter can never find out because it would jeopardize everything as well as fucking ruin me.

Here I fucking come, little one. I hope you're fucking ready for me.

When I pull up to the address Myla gave me, I spot her immediately when I drive down her short driveway; she's leaning against the porch railing. The outfit she's wearing is by far my favorite. I love it when she looks young and innocent like she does today. My cock jolts at the sight of her beauty.

I park the car and kill the engine as she starts to approach, waving and blushing as she does so.

She's so fucking cute. I love being her daddy.

I get out and lock my car, then walk over to Myla and admire her beauty up close. I reach out and hook my index finger through her belt loop and tug her body into mine. She lets out a squeal and nervously looks up into my dark, soulless eyes. Her glossy, pouty lips instinctively make me think of how'd they feel wrapped around my cock and I shiver deeply.

"Fucking Christ, Myla, you're so goddamn beautiful."

"Thank you, Deacon."

She blushes and it's so fucking cute. It's almost like she's two completely fucking different people like I am. She's so assertive through text messages, but when we're in person together, she's shy as fuck and very fucking quiet. I don't know what fucking side of her turns me on the most. Every part and side of Myla turns me on, so it's fucking impossible for me to choose anyway.

"This is my favorite outfit on you that I've seen so far; do you know that?"

"Thank you, it's my favorite outfit in general."

She smiles a suppresses a giggle but I can still hear the faint sound and it makes my cock twitch; I'm already getting fucking hard. She casts her eyes down after making contact with mine for a few brief seconds. Is she scared?

"Look at me, Myla; it's okay."

I slide my fingers under her chin and gently lift her head, making our eyes connect once again. This fucking time, I force her gaze onto mine, holding her head in place as I get lost in the deep blue abyss of her fucking eyes. 

"Don't be shy, little one... did you forget about how you rode my cock on the fucking beach, while I played with your tight little ass?" 

She laughs and buries her face in her hands, leaning her head against my chest. I wrap my arms around her tiny frame and kiss the top of her soft, blonde hair.

"Deac!"

"Don't be embarrassed; I fucking loved it, every fucking second of it, Myla."

"Yeah, so did I... do you feel like going inside now?"

"I thought you'd never ask; lead the way, little one."

I walk behind her, holding her hand that reaches behind her back as I look over my shoulder at my surroundings, making sure nothing is out of the ordinary and we're not being watched. When we step inside, I slip my shoes off and leave them by the door, watching Myla as she locks all three locks, feeling extremely proud of her on the inside for taking such good precautions; it's the cop in me.

"What?"

A nervous laugh escapes her throat when she sees me watching her every move; like a lion watching its prey.

"Just admiring the intelligent fucking woman you are."

"Aww, thank you."

She laughs and playfully smacks my bicep, her eyes widening when she feels the rock-like muscle on my arm. As she goes to slip out of her heels, I growl out a fucking order that comes from out of fucking nowhere.

"Leave your fucking heels on, Myla."

"Okay, Deacon. I'll do anything for you, Daddy."

She winks at me as she drags me through the foyer and into what I assume is the living room. I sit down on the couch and she joins me, sitting right on my fucking lap where her little ass belongs. She pours herself a glass of wine and pours me a glass of scotch, without even being asked. She's been fucking trained well but she's about to be even fucking better the longer we keep this shit up between us. She's so well-behaved and obedient, it makes my cock hard knowing she doesn't have a fucking bratty mouth. Don't get me fucked up, because I love me a brat sometimes; they're always fun to fuck. My preference is the perfect little submissive, needing a daddy in her life. I need a woman with daddy issues to feed some fucking fetish I have; Myla seems to be the perfect one for me. All I want to fucking do is hold her and comfort her, I want to take care of her and spoil her like a motherfucking princess. Why? Who fucking knows... I'm fucked up in the head and want to feel like I'm fucking needed by someone.  I can't stop thinking about her even though she's sitting right next to me. Her perfume is such a fucking tease; she smells so damn good, I want to fucking eat her. I want to lick her pussy, suck on her pierced clit, and grind it between my teeth. I want my fingers to be inside her tight, virgin-like pussy. The darkness that consumes the inside of me is nowhere to be fucking found right now, and I'm liking the fucking person I am around Myla. She's my fucking angel. She's the only one who can fucking save me.

She hands me my glass and sits back, slightly leaning into me but still a little nervous; I am too, though. I brush the soft blonde hair from her shoulder, pushing it all to one side of her neck, leaving part of it exposed for me. She shivers and scoots a little closer, slowly coming out of her fucking shell, thanks to the wine she's been sipping on. She refills her glass and pours some more in mine; she knows exactly what I fucking want.

Myla 

I sip on my wine, trying to quench my thirst and get the liquid to course through my veins so I have to courage to continue. Deacon is so dark and intimidating that it makes me nervous when we're face to face. But, I want this. I've never been more sure of anything before. Even my ex didn't make me feel the way Deacon makes me feel. His eyes have been on me the entire time we've been sitting here, and even though it gives me butterflies, it still makes me a little self-conscious. I'm not used to being stared at the way Deacon looks at me. I'm not used to the kindness and the comfort he provides me, almost as if he's protecting me from the big, bad wolf like I'm his little girl. It makes my pussy wet, though, and arousal seeps into the thin, lacy fabric of my thong, making it stick to my pussy. He drags his fingers across my shoulder, tickling his was softly toward my neck. I feel him tracing over the bruises, and the look of regret in his eyes is apparent as it tugs on my heartstrings. He sits with his legs crossed in his dark outfit, looking like he's in the fucking mafia or something. 

"We need to talk tonight, Myla. We need to get to know each other on a deeper level, little one."

"Yeah, I know, Deac. I'm nervous but ready to get it out in the open. However, I always feel more open after sex..." I hint around, feeling much looser from the wine.

"What are you getting at? I want to hear you fucking say it, Myla; I want to hear you beg your daddy."

"Fuck me, please, Daddy? I need you to make me cum." I purr out seductively to him.

Deacon 

I lift Myla right off the couch and into my fucking arms, the second I hear her beg me to fuck her; it's like music to my fucking ears. She loops her arms around the back of my neck and holds on tight as I carry her down the hall toward her bedroom. I keep my eyes on hers as we walk, trying to look deep within them. All I see is pure innocence, and I grin, knowing I'm about to fuck it out of her in a second. I lay her down on the bed and undress her, letting her lay there and enjoying the way my hands feel against her soft, glowing skin. When I peel the last layer of clothing off and toss them in the discarded pile on the floor, she shyly covers her body so my eyes can't fucking see.

She brings her legs up and almost hugs her knees against her chest as I lean in and hover over her. 

"Put your legs down, Myla," I order, sounding arrogant.

"But, you've never seen me like this before. You've never looked at my body like this, Deacon."

"So?"

"So, what if you don't like it?"

I laugh at her comment which makes her blush and slowly start to loosen up for me. She's so fucking adorable that it's hard to imagine all the dirty fucking things I want to do to her.

"I already love what I fucking see, Myla. I loved everything about you the first time that I saw you. Now, put your fucking legs down on the mattress and open them for me, little one."

The order is what fucking makes her obey. It brings her out of the timidness she was feeling and right into the part of my perfect, little sub.

"Yes, Daddy." She says, letting it roll off the tip of her tongue.

"Good girl."

I lean down again, this time cupping her voluptuous, perky tit in my hand as I drag the wet tip of my cock along her stomach, making her shiver from the coldness my precum leaves behind. I knead her tit in my hand and pinch her nipple between my fingers, making her rock her body against me as a moan escapes through her parted, pouty lips. I dip my head down and suck her other nipple between my teeth, making it grow hard in my mouth while I continue to torture the other with my fingers. I rock my hips against me, rubbing my massively, hard cock against the piercing in her clit, making her legs tremble as she tries to lock them around me and pull me into her.

"Ah, Deac-"

I twist her nipple until she yelps, she then blushes at me and nervously bites her bottom lip, knowing she fucked up at what she said.

"I meant, Daddy."

It's a fucking turn-on how she knows when she disobeys an order and tries to fix it, making my cock throb even harder as I rub it against her soaking wet slit. I finally release her swollen, red nipple and kiss it softly, making the pain I just caused her slowly turn to pleasure. I pepper kisses all over her chest, and slowly, teasingly up her beautiful neck, eventually making my way to her lips after I nibble on her earlobe for a bit. I can feel the angry veins on my cock pulse as I become even more desperate to be inside of her tight little pussy. Knowing that I'm about to fucking bust soon, I reach over and grab a condom from the table and roll it on in a hurry.

"Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy?"

"Is that what you want, little one?"

"Yes, god yes."

"Good, I want to feel every inch of your tight little pussy swallow my cock."

I lower my fucking head and squeeze my damn eyes shut, trying to push away the orgasm that's about to erupt before I even get my dick inside of her. I look at her again and kiss the corners of her mouth as I grab my cock and guide it to her dripping opening, rubbing the tip around in her juices, and spreading them all around her pussy lips, making her even wetter. She moans, and reaches her arms above her head, gripping the bars of her headboard as I slowly push my thick cock into her tight pussy. She arches her back off the bed as I slide between her tight, slippery walls, and push in dangerously slow. Myla wiggles her fucking ass, taking my cock as deep as it'll go, while I stay still and let her get used to my size; she still isn't.

"You good, baby girl?"

"Yeah, mhm, yeah, daddy."

"Good, put your fucking legs on my shoulders then." I bark desperately.

She listens and puts her legs on my shoulders, letting me lean down and push into her pussy deeply, making her moan loudly as I thrust my hips and slowly pound into her. She holds the headboard for dear life as I shake the bed frantically, thrusting into her with deep, methodical strokes, stretching out her pretty pussy with my massive cock. She continuously arches her back, wanting me even deeper. I look into her eyes as I fuck her and all I want to do is grab her fucking throat. "No, Deacon, not tonight. Not after what the fuck you almost did to her last time." I keep telling myself.

"Oh, god, daddy! Don't stop!"

"Are you gonna cum for me, Myla?" I ask, already knowing the fucking answer.

"Yes, mhmm, yes!"

I grind my hips into her, ramming my cock between her tight walls as I rock in a circular motion, putting the friction on her clit that she's desperately needing to send her over the edge. Instead of grabbing her neck, I settle for kissing it and sucking on it instead. I drag my tongue along her throat as I pump my hips, hammering in and out of her pussy like a man on a fucking mission. My cock throbs and grows painfully thick each time I slide out of her pussy and push back in, making her full tits bounce in a matching rhythm. My orgasm comes at me with no warning, other than an intense wave of pleasure barreling through me at an impeccable speed. And before I know it, I'm shooting my seed into the condom, and pounding into Myla's dripping wet, tight little pussy, harder than I initially intended. She screams "Daddy" at the top of her fucking lungs as her pussy clamps down around my pulsing cock, and she cums for me like a good, little girl.

"DADDY, YES!"

"Good girl, Myla. Scream it for me like a good girl..."

"I'm coming, ohh! Fuck me, Daddy!"

A couple more relentless, vicious pounds, and her swollen little pussy finally releases its vice-like grip around my cock, allowing me to slide out of her to discard the full condom.

"Christ, you're such a good little girl, Myla."

"All I want to do is please you, daddy." She admits and blushes simultaneously.

"Oh, little one, you do way more than that."

To be continued...