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  Brat Scores a Gusher!

  Billionaire Daddy Series 6

  by

  Lulu Cherry

  Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All Characters in this book are over eighteen years old.

  No one is related by blood.

  Dedication

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  Lulu Cherry

  Brat Scores a Gusher!

  I slipped into Duke and Mommy's room. It was huge. The bed alone was vast. I'd never seen a bed like that!

  I thought of Duke and Mommy on that bed. Duke pumping Mommy hard and wild.

  I sighed. I hated Duke Payton. As far as I was concerned he was just one more in a long line of assholes.

  "You can call me Daddy."

  That's what Duke had told me at the wedding.

  I wanted to say "Fuck you! I'm eighteen and you ain't my daddy."

  But I didn't. I just smiled at him.

  I didn't want to ruin my mom's big day. What would you have done?

  But Duke was as obnoxious as they come. I just thought he was repulsive. He belched at dinner. He farted around the house.

  He just didn't give a shit about nothing. And that was because he was rich. Probably one of the fucking richest people in the whole goddam world.

  He spent years out in Alaska hunting for oil. Buying and selling worthless land. And then it had been the American dream. He hit a gusher big enough to solve a goddam energy crisis.

  The fucking president pinned a medal of honor on him. One of our great Americans. Yeah and all that and he farts out loud when he feels like it.

  What an asshole!

  But it wasn't like he was bad looking. He had muscles. Jesus! Did he have muscles! And when I say he had muscles, I'm not talking about bodybuilder bullshit muscles.

  He built his body up climbing mountains and working on oil rigs. He'd spent years out there in the worst possible conditions hunting for his fortune.

  Duke even had scars. One right down the left side of his face. And one of his arms had a burn scar. That was from when he'd pulled a buddy out of a burning oil gusher.

  But just put aside his muscles and his war wounds. He had a menacing face. Handsome yet scary. Rough and dangerous. Fuck, you meet a face like that in a dark place, you'd better run.

  Then there were the eyes. Those eyes could see right through you! Right down to the depths of your soul.

  I mean for an obnoxious asshole, I had no idea how he could have eyes like that. Big, dark brown eyes. And he sure as hell knew how to use them.

  Call me Daddy. Ha. Fuck you, Daddy!

  It had been my mom and me against the world for as long as I could remember. Now it was Duke this and Duke that. It was Duke all day long.

  Well, I didn't care how rich he was. Duke was an asshole. I wanted to do anything I could to get back at him. Anything!

  For starters I started going around the house without a bra. And I only wore tank tops. That and the shortest shorts I could find.

  Why?

  Because I wanted to show Mommy what an asshole Duke really was. I knew I'd catch his eye. I wanted to show Mommy the guy was no good!

  But the thing is he never looked at me. Not that I caught him.

  It wasn't like I wanted to compete with my mommy. But I was a lot prettier than her.

  I didn't go anywhere without catching every boy's stare. You know what I mean? Everyone told me I ought to go to Hollywood and be an actress.

  Like I'd ever wanna do that!

  But either way, Duke never laid his eyes on me. No matter how hard I tried to get his attention. Go figure.

  But despite it all, here I was in Mommy and Duke's room. What the hell was I doing?

  Whatever it was, I figured I was safe. Mommy had gone into the city shopping. Duke was at work.

  It felt strange though. Being in that room. It gave me the heebeegeebees.

  I went to the bed. It was unmade. Naturally. Both Duke and Mommy were slobs. Then beside it, shit, I saw condom wrappers on the carpet.

  Well that surprised me! All Duke talked about now was having kids. He wanted a whole warren.

  But I guess Mommy felt she was too old for that. And she'd nearly died giving birth to me.

  Fuck. Now it made sense!

  The other night when I'd come home, the two of them had been having an awful fight. It was my mommy that had been screaming.

  Duke had been mostly calm.

  All I'd heard from him was, "just one. All I want is one. Can't you do that? You're my goddam wife!"

  Shit. He wanted a baby, and my mommy wouldn't do it for him. Just as well.

  Maybe he'd divorce my mommy, give us a bunch of money, then we could be on our own again. Us against the world. Just like before.

  Still. I kept looking at that bed. And those condom wrappers. I picked one up.

  Jesus! It was a special item. These weren't condoms you could buy in the drugstore down the street. No, they were special order!

  Reading the recommended cock dimensions on the label, I had to stop and swoon. These were specially made condoms for people with insanely sized dicks!

  Duke's cock must have been like King Kong's.

  I swallowed. All these fantasies started flickering through my head. I imagined Duke coming at me with that massive cock. Popping my cherry.

  Yeah. If you're gonna pop the cherry you might as well do it in style!

  And Duke was about as intense as they came. I bet he fucked like a real maniac. I suddenly started feeling a little wet.

  Uh. I hated myself. But there it was. I wanted to fuck Duke Payton, my new daddy.

  No wonder I hated him so much!

  Well. He'd never find out. That was for sure. That was one thing I'd never give him to gloat over!

  Still it couldn't hurt to fantasize about it. A little fantasy never hurt anyone. Around the room there were negligees thrown on the floor, here and there.

  Yeah, they were all that cute stuff that mommy liked. But hadn't Mommy said that Duke'd been buying her some nastier shit than that!

  I went to Mommy's drawers. I knew just where Mommy would put the stuff she'd never wear. And sure enough, there in the bottom drawer were some of the naughtiest negligees you could imagine!

  One of them was a short nightie made of leather. It just called to me. It had that glossy look to it. I knew it wasn't Mommy's style. She'd never wear something like that. But I would!

  What could it hurt. I slipped out of my tank top and short shorts. I slipped on the negligee. It felt good.

  Wearing it made me feel even a little wetter between the legs.

  I went to this huge mirror they had in the room. I struck my sexiest possible pose. Damn, I looked hot!
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  I said, "Come on over here with that massive cock of yours, Daddy, and pop my cherry."

  "Is that what you want?"

  I could have jumped sky high at that! It was Duke! He was home!

  "Shit!" I said.

  I was mortified. I was shaking. I wheeled around to face him. But I just couldn't raise my eyes to him.

  "Who the hell are you to come sneaking up on me like that?" I said, looking at the floor.

  "Sneaking up on you?" He said. "Pardon me, miss, but whose room are you in? Did you get lost?"

  "Don't matter." I said.

  Of course, I knew he was right. But now what?

  I picked up my clothes. I began to storm out. I intended to brush against Duke's shoulder. But that's not what happened.

  As I passed him he grabbed me by the arm. He held me with a vice-like grip.

  Oh. My whole body shivered when he did it. I didn't want to walk away from him at all. But I wasn't going to let him know that!

  "Get your goddam hand off me," I said. And then I threw the word at him like an insult: "Daddy."

  But he didn't let go. He pulled me over to the bed. I nearly stumbled and fell down.

  He pulled me in front of him. Then he pushed me over. I fell onto the bed.

  "I thought you wanted me to pop your cherry," he said calmly.

  "Fuck you!" I said.

  "Exactly." He said.

  It was true. I wanted to fuck him. My pussy was so wet at this point. I didn't know how much longer I could pretend.

  Then, he moved down. He put hands on both of my arms. He held me down.

  "Look at me!" He said.

  I did. Oh, God, I did. His eyes were on fire! And dammit, I'd never seen a fire like that!

  "You want me to fuck you, admit it!" He said.

  I bit my tongue.

  He held me down a moment longer. Then suddenly he let go. He stood up. He looked aside.

  "Get the fuck out of my room. Fucking tease!" He said.

  I didn't move.

  I should have gone. I should have run. I should have headed for the hills as far as I could get.

  But that's not what I did. That's not what I did at all.

  Instead I said this.

  "I could do it."

  Duke turned to look back at me. His eyes were so fierce. He terrified me.

  "Do what?"

  "Give you a baby." I said.

  "Don't fuck with me," he said, calmly.

  "I ain't fucking with you," I said.

  "Once I start," he spat. "I ain't stopping. You better be goddam sure this is what you want."

  I didn't pause for even a heartbeat.

  "It is." I said. "Now fuck me!"

  He didn't need any more than that. His hands were on me in an instant. And goddamit, he was savage.

  The man was like some kind of animal. A force of nature. He grabbed me by the waste. He threw me farther onto the bed.

  Then he climbed on the bed himself. He straddled me then with his long powerful legs. He looked down at me.

  "I'm so sick of those goddam condoms!" He said.

  "I don't need you to where no condom," I said.

  He chuckled. Then he seethed. He had so much pent up fire in him, I worried that once he got started we both might self-immolate.

  But for now he kept himself under perfect control.

  He reached down for that leather lingerie he'd bought for my mommy. He touched it.

  "I loved the feel of leather," he said.

  Then he ran his hands up and down my slender sides. They were all covered in the leather nightie. It was tied up tight like a corset, right over my breasts. He slowly worked his hands there.

  His hand moved over my breasts. It was a strange feeling. To feel his hands through the leather.

  He grabbed the laces between my breasts. These were the laces that held the whole thing on. He gripped them tightly. Then he pulled.

  The laces snapped in an instant!

  Then he reached down. He pulled the nightie farther apart so that my breasts were exposed. He lay a hand on each of my breasts!

  As his eyes glared into mine, menacingly, he squeezed. He squeezed hard. It hurt!

  "You like that?" He said, challengingly.

  "I do," I said.

  And as strange as it was, I did.

  Duke chuckled.

  "Now tell me who I am?" He said.

  "You're Duke Payton, richest goddam motherfucker I ever did know." I said.

  I thought he'd like that answer. But he didn't.

  "Try again," he said.

  I didn't say anything. I didn't know what he was after.

  His hands slid up from my breasts. For a moment one of them flitted around my neck. Slightly gripped it, then moved on.

  His hands stopped when one was on my cheek and the other on my forehead.

  "Who am I?" He asked.

  He suddenly yanked back on my hair. It caught me by surprise so that I gasped.

  Then it came to me.

  "You're my daddy," I said.

  He chuckled at that. Daddy chuckled.

  "That's right. Good girl." He said.

  "So what, then? Am I your sweet little Sugarplum?" I said.

  He yanked on my hair again, leaning in close to me, so that his face was nearly touching mine.

  "Careful, Sugarplum, don't tell Daddy what to do? Understand?" He said.

  "Yes," I whispered.

  He jerked my head back a little farther. He glared at me.

  "Yes, Daddy," I said.

  Daddy chortled.

  But then his lips were at last on mine. He smothered me with them. His kiss was brutal. His teeth bit into my own lips.

  He bit nearly hard enough to draw blood!

  His lips pushed down on me so hard. His whole body crushed down on me. He was so big. And his muscles made him heavy.

  With his mouth all over me, and his body crushing into me, I couldn't breathe! All I could feel was him biting my lips, my tongue. My whole world became dizzy.