Chapter 7 Breathless Moan

All Yours Daddy. Chapter 7. Nuella took a step from her standpoint. Her shaky legs walked her through the sides of the dancing crowd, hoping to get that one waitress who would pass by with a drink that could help quench the feeling of this burning desire. As she walked through the dancing crowd, she could feel Devine's burning gaze accessing every bit of her. Like, why won't he? His eyes were heavily rooted to her body with no intention to tear them off. They were the only ones who didn't have a partner to groove their body with, but their mind was grooving together. Even if Nuella's mind wasn't grooving, Devine knew that his own mind was yearning to groove with her as much as his clothed cock was yearning to groove against her clothed oval fat ass. His eyes stayed glued to her, watching as she uncomfortably pressed her thighs while she walked around searching for what he didn't know. Every other sight of hers was turning him on, but the sight of her messy hair and red lipstick-clad lips drove him to the corner of missing sanity. This was the worst thing to happen, coming back after six years to find yourself still sexually attracted to the teenage girl of 17 that had contributed to your run away. If anything, he had left with the hope to kill the pedophile desire that was steering up in him, but they turned out to be as useless as his journey to the mafia school of thoughts because he was back after six years of running away from his pedophile thoughts to returning to unexpected predator desire. This was the wrongest thing to ever steer up in his thoughts, but he didn't care about being a predictor to have her in, to taste her, to eat her and leave her wanting for more; he didn't mind adding her to the list of sins he so gladly knew how to commit. "Thank you."Nuella flashed the waitress a smile, grabbing onto the cup of wine and downing it roughly. She heaved a sigh and turned around only to meet with the sight of Mr Devine looking at her like a meal he craved to devour. “Nuella,” Rita called out after the end of the first dance. A smile secured the bream of Nuella’s lips as she approached her father’s fiancee. It was a perfect way to run from the ever-ending Mr Devine’s gaze. “Hey, Rita. You look stunning.” “I should be in a position to tell you that, Nella. You look exquisite!” She exclaimed with a kiss. “Thank you.” Nuella smiled softly. “Nuella, come over here.” her happy father beckoned with a smile on his face. An awkward smile secured the bream of her lips as she picked her steps, gesturing towards her father who was in the midst of the most ruthless and predatory set of Mafia lords that she knew. “Good evening, Father. Everyone.” “Good evening pretty.” One of the men in the suit replied and she flashed them a very noticeable cringy smile that these men still failed to noticed. “You all remember Nuella, My youngest child.” “Oh please, Mr Enzo. Who wouldn't recognize this beauty? Do you remember how many times you have turned my proposal down?” A disgusting look gleamed through Nuella’s eyes at the utterance of his word but she managed to cover it up with a smile. She couldn't even fathom a day with him. Mr Dan was one of the upcoming Mafia lords. His clan isn't as strong as that of her father or even that of Devine but he is the most ruthless and nonchalant being. He was recorded to have almost 20 mistresses and three other wives. She just couldn't think of a day with him. Not now, not forever. “She was a baby back then.” Mr. Enzo's reply brought Nuella back to the present. “But she isn't a baby again, she is grown up, right? Can I have her?” Mr Lucas, another Mafia lord inquired and her father chuckled through the conversation. Nuella rolled her eyes hating how discomforting the moment was. She was definitely grown up, but she wasn't grown up for them, she was grown up for the man whose gaze had not left her to bother for a minute. “May I take my leave?” She flashed her father a smile and he brushed her hair backward. “Yes, Nuella. You may leave now.” “Thank you,” she whispered, bowed softly, and left, but Mr Devine’s gaze did not leave her body an Inch, and his expression had changed from watching them stare at her with longing eyes. Nuella didn't know which was worst, the way he was staring at her, or the way her body was reacting to his sinful stare. She gulped in, hard. Then slowly turned around and began to ascend the stairs, finding her way toward the kitchen. She couldn't stand the heat that was streaming from her knotted stomach to her dripping pussy. She needed some water to quench her burning self, but Devine didn't need any water to quench his thirst, he needed the feel of her ass to quench the raging desire of his bulging cock. With his hand dipped into his pocket, he began to follow her. Nuella got to the kitchen, dropped her mini purse against the cabinet heaving sighs, and proceeded to the huge fridge. She flipped the fridge stretching her hand to get water, even with her heels she could barely get the water. Still in the process, she suddenly felt the presence of another caging her against the fridge and most definitely... Her heart missed a beat as she took in the cologne she could never trade and the feel of his bulging cock against her back. Her mind snapped, taking her to the moment where she had barged into him wanking off. He was currently wearing the clothes her father had asked her to send to him, could he have... No... Her palm turned sweaty as she suddenly began to fidget at the thoughts of what would happen when he found out she had barged In on him wanking off, and that she had desired his cock and even touched herself. ‘No.’ She muttered to herself feeling his cock pressing harder into her as he pulled a bottle of water. “You are the cute lady in red, aren't you?” Devine inquired in a breathless whisper against her ear before pulling backward giving her few seconds to turn around but she was still shocked and glued to the fridge. "Would you turn around and take your water or do you want my cock pressing against your ass again." Nuella's jaws dropped and her eyes widened immediately. She turned to him almost immediately taking the look in his eyes, but that look didn't even seem like he cared about his raw words. "Thank you." She muttered grabbing the water from him and flipping the cover open at once. She tilted her head down and allowed the water to travel down her throat. Mr Devine's jaws tightened and he let out soft groans, her action causing him the harm he less expected. He rubbed at the bridge of his eyebrows hoping that she would stop, but Nuella didn't stop she kept dawning the entire content, leaving him to visualize the effect he would have when he would make her gag on his cock and then gulp his cum down her throat. "Would you stop gulping the water like that? Or do you need me to give you some cock?' Nuella gagged, choking on the water, she turned to him, her eyes widened and her cheeks swollen from the amount of water she was holding her mouth. "What?" Mr Devine inquired staring at Nuella with an expression that had her gulping the the remaining water to give a reply. "Why are you so gross?" "Gross?" Devine inquired with a scoff He took a step closer, closing the gap between them. "Am I gross? Or your boyfriend just doesn't know how to use words that leave your pussy tingling." Noelle's heart heaved, followed by a sensual tingle that accompanied her pussy, leaving her completely lusted with the beauty of his eyes and his nasty words. How could she not get mad at this man for uttering all of these words? How could she be taking note of his hair which left part was brushed to the back and the right side framed his delighted face finding a beautiful sit at the point where her ass should be seating perfectly, grinding on his face while he drinks her all down. The silence that clogged the air was alarming and it left Devine with the sinful desire to choke her, bend her over the table grab her hair then go deeply into her. Not wanting to control this freaking desire, he moved his hand to her hair tossing a strand of her hair off her face while staring at her with that eyes that Nuella could never look away from. "What do you think, Mama? How would it feel to move my hand down your expose back and grope that succulent ass into my hand?" The hotness of his baritone voice had Nuella's body melt into a sinful paradise, her knees bucked and her pussy tingled, her eyes staring deeply into his with the desire to say YES.