I had a bad day and told daddy I needed him, but to be gentle this time. He kissed my neck and back, taking me to bed. He stood at the edge of the bed and I took his cock in my mouth, feeling him throbbing on my tongue. He stopped me though, pushed me back on the bed, kissed me, teased my nipples, and slid down between my legs, his bearded face buried in my soft pussy. He was moaning as his tongue moved around my clit, the vibration was driving me wilddd.
He told me to get on my hands and knees and I listened like a good slut, my wet pussy dripping from being eaten so fucking well. I wanted nothing more than to take his cock inside me- he grabbed my hips, my hair, and pulled me back towards him, but my pussy was too tight from being neglected for so long, it needed to be stretched…
I’m on my belly now, ass still in the air, while he starts using his fingers to stretch my tight cunt. One finger, then two, then three… twisting, rocking in and out, slow, then fast, tickling my clit with every stroke. He says, “tell me when you’re close, don’t you dare cum without my permission.” He moves his hand, faster, harder, I start to say I’m going to cum and before the words are past my lips, he pulls back, gaping my pussy and leaving me moaning, panting, wanting. He does this three times before he gets up and turns a mirror towards me, saying, “pick a number, one to ten.” I say seven. He says, devilishly, “you’ve had three, now four more.”
I’m squirming in front of the mirror now, I can see his face, eyes locked on mine. It isn’t enough that he’s torturing me, stretching and edging my pussy, he needs to see it. Four. The euphoric look on my face as I feel him filling me up. Five. The dazed look in my eyes as I lose track of how many times I’ve been edged now. Six. The adorable pouting as he denies me my orgasm, over and over. Seven.
He orders me to cum, “cum now, cum for daddy”, while working my cunt so hard. I’m pushing back onto him, feeling his fingers deeper and deeper as I get closer and closer. Finally, I’m cumming, moaning and screaming, my whole body writhing in pleasure. I crumble, catching my breath, he leans in behind me and says my two favorite words, “good girl”.
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