# Just here for the sexy bits? It’s all sexy.
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**Writer’s Note:**
Hey y’all,
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Now I have to completely focus on my manuscript, so if I’m responsible, you won’t hear from me soon.
Thanks for reading.
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# Chapter 19
*Marco*
I wander around the palace while I wait for Anais. I’ve spent hundreds of years acquiring the art and decor. People think Anais designed the home. They’re wrong. I did.
There’s a sultry, “*Marco*,” behind me.
I turn and find Elise in her silk pajamas — pastel shorts with a short, flowing tank top. My heart thumps hard. It’s the middle of the day. She usually only wears that outfit during the day for one reason.
She extends a delicate hand. “Can you come with me, please?”
When I extend my hand in return, she takes only my index finger. My mouth starts to salivate.
She quietly leads me through the palace, only occasionally looking back with a cute, coy expression. My dick aches in my pants by the time she turns a gold doorknob. I know this room. I know what we’ve done in this room.
We step into a room of pastel pink. Arousal shocks my cock when I see the girls in similar silk pajamas on the large bed. Even Samina is here. I don’t think she’ll want to do anything with me, but neither of us minds watching each other. Madison, unsurprisingly, is not here.
Elise lets go of my finger and purrs, “Close the door.”
Once I’ve closed the door and turned back around, she’s already sitting on the edge of the bed with that tigress spark in her eye. She’s the kind of woman who will bake you cupcakes in the kitchen and then have you down on your knees in the bedroom.
The others sit shyly behind her on the bed. If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, I’ve never done it with them before. I’ve never done it with three at once. I honestly don’t know if I’ll be able to survive. If there’s any way I could die, this would be it.
Elise sings for me to come over. I’m naked in three steps, and the other girls gasp at how quickly I’m on the bed. Elise has already scurried to the top of the bed to keep me just out of reach. But once her head hits the pillow, I hover on top of her to keep her from getting away.
The other girls sit around us, noticeably tense but curious. Cradled in plush white bedding, Elise just smiles up at me with feigned innocence. She knows it drives me crazy.
I crash my lips onto hers and revel in her happy squeak in surprise. With her hands on my shoulders, she accepts my deep kiss. Her head presses into the pillow as I slide my tongue far into her mouth. She whines, and I suppress a growl. I grind my hard dick against her soft shorts, and I kiss her like I’m everything she needs and no one else can have her. I grind her harder into the mattress each time she whines and weakens beneath me.
My voice is like gravel when I tell her, “Say it.”
She smiles and bites her lip. “Say what?”
My body locks in heated frustration. “Say it.”
She enjoys it too much when she says, “No.”
I climb off her and rip down her shorts. I faintly hear gasps through my steaming arousal. I’m not usually so overtly aggressive, but I don’t care. Elise and I have played this game before. I know what she wants. She knows what I want. I’m not saying please to get it. I’m going to force it out of her.
She giggles when I throw her shorts off the bed. I pin her legs open with my knees and slide two fingers inside her soaking pussy.
She gasps, and I growl. “You’re so *wet*.”
She confidently laughs, but her legs twitch to close. That brief moment of embarrassment, of vulnerability, sparks a fire in my chest.
I watch her try to keep her composure while I slide my fingers in and out of her. Even though she smiles and groans like a vixen, the bottom half of her body says something completely different. She is oozing wet. Every time I submerge my fingers in her, her legs try to shut. Part of her is embarrassed for wanting me this much. When I’m done with her, she won’t remember what embarrassment is.
More of my fingers glisten when I glide them up and down her overflowing pussy. Soon, all of my fingers are wet with her. They stroke her folds, and rub her clit, and tease her entrance. Her fingers grip the sheets.
Her hips tilt up to encourage more from me, but she’s silent. The vixen is wavering. She’s trying not to surrender to me and start begging for more.
With two of my fingers deep in her pussy, I lean to her ear. “Give up, baby.”
She whines, and a wave of heat pours from my chest.
I slide a third finger inside her and growl, “Say it. Who am I?”
She whimpers, but she still won’t submit.
She yelps when I throw her legs over my shoulders, and I’m nearly rabid from the sight of her below me — eyes wide and chin trembling.
“Elise” — I tilt up her hips and center myself — “Who am I?”
She hyperventilates while she stares at my dick hovering between her.
I plunge inside.
She gasps and grips my arms, and when I hit the deepest part of her, she finally shouts, “Daddy!”
That word feels like the slow burn of bourbon. It washes over me and immerses me in a thick fog of lust and heat — full of power, and control, and mouth-watering freedom.
I don’t even think. I know women’s bodies well enough to make them limp and dumb in five minutes.
Elise’s vagina is tilted up high from her ankles on my shoulders, so my dick easily slides deep inside her. Some women have told me they can feel the pressure all the way up to their throats.
I rhythmically pump myself in and out of her and watch her melt beneath me. Her eyelids droop. Her fingers relax on my arms. Her mouth hangs open while she calls me Daddy, over, and over, and over again until she’s nearly sobbing from how good I make her feel. She gets louder and openly more desperate. The more willingly she calls me Daddy, the hotter and harder I become. The girls are watching us. They’re seeing how much I reward Elise when she calls me by my favorite name. They’re hearing how it sounds when she doesn’t hold back — raw, and urgent, and grateful, and howling loud.
By the time I turn her onto her stomach, she’s completely limp. But she doesn’t need any strength for this position. She just needs to lay there with her legs closed while I thrust in and out of her. She’s so tight that my eyelids flutter and my breath catches in my throat. She clutches the pillow while she screams my name. She sobs in agonizing ecstasy until her body quakes beneath me. I don’t stop while she comes. I grab her hips and thrust harder and inspire more clenching and shaking around me.
# Chapter 20
*Marco*
When I pull out of Elise, Samina goes to her side.
Hannah is whimpering on my right with her silky shorts next to her and her fingers deep in her pussy.
I reach for her. “Come here, baby.”
She doesn’t need any more persuasion.
I slip off her silk tank top as she slides into my lap. She meekly whines when I kiss her. She whispers “Daddy” between my kisses — some gentle and others dominate. She’s nearly limp in my arms, but when I press against her tailbone, she starts eagerly grinding against my dick.
I hold in my groan because I don’t want her to know how great she feels. I want her to want to please me. I want her to try more when it seems like she’s not pleasing me enough. She clutches me closer, and I smile when she grinds herself harder against me. I’ve got her. I’ve got my baby girl in my lap who will do anything for me.
I murmur in her ear, “Can you do something special for Daddy?”
She whines, “Mhm.”
I smile like the devil. “Can you suck on Daddy?”
A torrent of blood rushes to my dick when she whines, “*Mmhmm*.”
I lean down onto the bed and watch her kneel between my legs. She bends forward, and my pulse quickens as her mouth inches closer to my dick.
Hannah is great at giving head. She’s meticulously learned how I like it. She’s taken notes during the hundreds of times we’ve been alone together. She even learned how to get my whole dick in her mouth.
She’s still weak in her daddy daze, but her strong lips glide onto my dick and *down*, all the way until she’s practically swallowed it. I can’t help but close my eyes and groan.
Someone smiles against my cheek.
Talia murmurs, “Does that feel good, Daddy?”
Hannah’s wet mouth covers my dick with a thick layer of saliva. Her lips glide up and down my shaft. Her tongue presses against it. Her cheeks hold it tight in her mouth. She quietly whines while she sucks it. I’m so hard, it kind of hurts.
Talia strokes my chest and murmurs, “I think she likes it. Don’t you, Daddy?”
I try not to think about Hannah’s ass in the air.
Talia just makes things more difficult.
“You have to watch, Daddy. Don’t hurt Hannah’s feelings.”
I hesitantly open my eyes, and they immediately lock onto Hannah’s. She stares at me so innocently while she sucks me like a porn star. I want to fucking explode. I wish I could come.
Talia says, “Isn’t she doing a good job, Daddy?”
Hannah stops and waits for me to respond. The fact she isn’t sucking me makes me want it even more. My dick is pulsing with greedy, starving lust. But I can’t ignore how her skin shines in the bedroom light. Her breasts are round and perfect. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, and the curves of her soft body nearly hypnotize me.
I can only nod and breathe, “Yes, baby. You’re doing a good job.”
She smiles, and I moan when she slides all of me back into her mouth.
Talia bites my earlobe. “Where’s big Daddy gone? It seems like he’s sweet on Baby.”
I growl, “I am going to beat you.”
She laughs. “It’s still Hannah’s turn.” She extends her hand toward Hannah. “Come here, sweetheart.”
My heart melts at the sight of Hannah crawling toward me. I want to hold her. I want to nurture her. I want to spoil her with gifts. I want to make love to her while she wears a diamond necklace that I gave her.
I sit up and extend my hand to her. I swell with affection when her soft fingers touch my wrist and slide up my arm. I feel the rest of her when she sits in my lap — her round bottom, her supple thighs, her curving waist, and those perfect breasts. She watches me circle my thumb around her nipple. I want to take it into my mouth and suck it.
She sighs when I glide my fingers over her collarbone and up her neck. I rest my hand on the back of her head. I gently guide her head toward me until I can hear her calm breaths in my ear. She whines while she wraps her arms around my neck. It takes all of my strength to not whine back.
“Daddy?” Her voice is soft, and every part of my body is tense. All I can do is breathe and try to hide the fact I want to devour her as much as I want to worship her.
I can only muster a, “Hm?”
She nuzzles my ear. Then she gently presses her sex against me and asks, “Can you kiss my sensitive parts?”
My heart punches my ribcage. Hot blood rushes through my body. I have to breathe more deeply to calm my tingling fingers and my hard dick. It doesn’t help. That thick fog of arousal returns, and it fills my lungs like sweet hookah smoke.
I think I breathe out a, “Yeah, baby.”
I lay her down on the plush bedspread. My peripheral vision is a haze. Below me, I can see Hannah’s sweet eyes and pink cheeks, and nothing else.
Somehow I crawl to her first sensitive part. I can barely keep my eyes open as I dip my head toward her breast. She arches her back in modest invitation. I want to suck it into my mouth. I want to swallow it. But I can only kiss it. I lick my lips and kiss her nipple.
Her chest inflates when she inhales, and my dick aches when she whines, “*Daddy*.”
I lightly lick her nipple like I’m giving it a french kiss. She whines again, and after a few more agonizing whines her legs fall open.
My elbows shake while I crawl backward to her sex. Her legs lay wide open for me and her wet sex shimmers in the light. Every muscle in my body quivers with longing, and the quivering only intensifies as I lower my head.
She lays looking peaceful. I gently spread open her folds and then place my lips on her clit.
She whines and grips the sheets. I gently kiss her clit. I gently swirl the tip of my tongue around it. She tilts up her hips while she whimpers, and I want more. I want to lick her from back to front and smother my face between her legs. I want to press my strong tongue against her clit. But Baby gets what baby wants. Even though my head is buzzing, she only wants soft kisses, so I give her more gentle pecks and light licks. I imprison my arousal while she sighs in sweet comfort.
“*More*.”
Did she just say—?
“Daddy, *more*.”
My chest burns with desire. I give her a little more — I slowly glide my tongue down her petals.
She whimpers, *“More*.”
I lick her wet entrance.
She whimpers again, “*Daddy, more.*”
It’s harder for me to control myself. I spread her wide open with my fingers and lick her like a drunk, gluttonous king.
She begs her Daddy to give her more, and I fucking do. I worship my little princess with my mouth, and my fingers, and my heavy breath.
She weakly props herself on her elbows and watches me eat her like dessert. Her eyes are barely open. Sweat glitters on her skin. But she still has enough strength to whine my name like it’s her mantra.
Watching “Daddy” fall out of her mouth feels like rocket fuel. I have to concentrate on deep breaths so I don’t become delirious. But that sweet fog still lingers.
She suddenly starts crawling toward me. The fog dulls my senses. I don’t realize she’s sat me up and straddled me until she slides my dick inside her.
She cries out and clutches me close, and the feel of her floods through my body. She’s warm, and soft, and so fucking *wet*. I moan from the fact that I did this to her. I turned her into this gorgeous mess of a woman.
She starts to ride me, and the fog engulfs me. It’s only me and Hannah.
She slowly glides up my shaft until I’ve almost fallen out of her. Then she slides down until she’s tight around my base. “Like this, Daddy?”
Oh, shit.
She starts a dangerous rhythm and asks again, “Like this?”
Feeling her wet skin slide up and down me nearly kills me.
She keeps riding, and she keeps asking, “Like this, Daddy? Like this? Is this how you like it, Daddy?”
I am desperately trying to keep my eyes from falling into the back of my head. Her breasts press against me. I’m caressing her beautiful curves.
I can only nod and murmur, “Mhm.”
She rides me faster. She glides herself along my slick dick, and she whimpers, “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.” Over and over again, and I love it and hate it more and more every time I hear it.
Her moist thighs, and belly, and breasts grind against me.
Then I hear sniffling.
She weeps in my ear.
I muster a “Hannah?”
She looks at me as tears roll down her cheeks and she bounces on my dick.
“What’s wrong?”
She sniffles. “You feel so good.”
Oh, God.
She starts to ride me harder. “You feel so good, Daddy.”
Oh my God.
With tingling fingers, I wipe away her tears. “Baby, don’t cry.”
She just cries harder. “Daddy, you feel so good.”
She nuzzles herself in my neck and presses me onto the deepest part of her. I choke on my own breath.
She cries out a long-drawn, “Daddy!”
My hand cradles the back of her head, and I can’t keep quiet anymore. “Shit, baby girl. Hannah.”
She sobs as she rides me deep inside of her.
She whimpers, “Daddy, am I a good girl?”
I have no problem moaning, “Mhm.”
She looks at me again with tear-stained cheeks. She’s still fucking grinding on my dick — agonizingly slowly. “I want to be a good girl.”
There is so much pressure in my dick that I can feel it in my eyes. I need to calm down, which means she needs to come.
With my last drop of energy, I say, “You know what good girls do? Good girls come for Daddy. Can you come for Daddy?”
She grinds me harder to encourage an orgasm. It nearly kills me.
I take her wet cheeks in my hand. “Come for Daddy. Come for Daddy, baby.”
She cries harder and grinds harder, and I can only breathe, “Hannah. Come for Daddy. Please. Come for me.”
Finally, she jolts and clutches against me. I hold the back of her head while she shakes so hard that I almost fall over. When she stills, she’s limp in my arms and her pulse pounds through my body.
# Chapter 21
*Talia*
Samina and Elise help lay Hannah down on the bed and then cuddle on each side of her. Hannah looks more peaceful and more spent than I have ever seen anyone — and I’ve seen a lot since I got here. Marco groans and collapses onto his side like he’s about to fall asleep.
I lay naked next to him. I glide my finger down the bridge of his nose.
He grumbles, “Go away.”
I laugh and scooch closer. “But it’s my turn, Daddy.”
He’s still. Did he fall asleep? Maybe he just needs a little more convincing…
I press my breasts against him and tease, “I thought you didn’t need sleep.”
He sighs. Then he groggily murmurs, “A nap every once in a while is nice.”
I scoff. “Excuse me?” — I grind all of my body against him — “You think I’m going to let you take a nap?”
He doesn’t open his eyes, but he does smile.
I stroke his arm. “You seem to like good girls. What about bad girls? Do you like them, Daddy?”
He inhales and presses his hard, wet cock against my thigh. I grind against his lower abdomen. When I kiss him, he squeezes my ass and pulls me closer against him.
We kiss slowly as we sensually caress each other. As he regains his strength, it escalates to deep kissing and hard grinding. I rake my fingers into his hair and grab a clump. I tug, and he bites my lip to punish me. Heat swells in my cheeks when I taste blood. I bite him back, and we both inhale as I taste more blood.
His head falls to my collarbone when I pull away. I tease, “Considering what you did to Elise and Hannah, my expectations are very high, *Daddy*.”
He sucks my neck into his mouth and bites. The pain tingles my sex, so I rub it against his dick to reward him. He groans.
He pushes me onto my back and locks my thighs between his legs. He scrapes his teeth across my nipple before sucking my breast into his mouth. He swirls his wide wet tongue around it, and I get wet between my legs. I gasp when he clamps his teeth around my nipple. I pull his hair harder the harder he bites me, and the longer we hurt each other, the more my sex pulses with desire.
My toes curl as the pain on my nipple spreads, but I won’t let him win. I slide my hand between us and squeeze his dick. He whines in pain and lets go of my nipple, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing my wrist so hard that I lose all strength in my fingers. My heart races from fear and excitement.
With piercing eyes, he growls, “That was a cheap shot.”
Even though my wrist aches, I taunt him. “Aw, did that hurt? I thought Daddy was big and strong. I thought nothing could hurt Daddy.”
I wriggle my knee free to shove it into his balls, but he sits on my stomach to protect himself. I gasp from his weight. His balls touch my belly button, and his angry eyes pierce mine.
I smile. “I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy. You should punish me. Hurt me like I hurt you.”
My skin tingles while I wait for the pain, but he just mischievously smiles.
He lets go of my wrist. “Daddies don’t hurt little girls.” He leans forward and gives me a sweet kiss.
He tries to deepen the kiss, and I want to let him. I want to feel his tongue in my mouth and his soft lips on mine. But I turn my head away.
But he doesn’t give up. He lightly kisses my temple, and my cheek, and my jaw. I stay stiff even though I want to sigh and arch into him.
After he’s kissed my neck and shoulder, he hovers above me with the smuggest smirk on his face.
I slap it off of him.
He stares at me, stunned, as the noise echoes through the room.
I growl, “My Daddy hurts little girls.”
The force of the slap hurts, but I slap him again — harder.
“My Daddy likes to hurt little girls.”
I wince when he pins my sore wrist on the bed, but I slap him with my free hand.
“My Daddy likes to hit them” — *slap* — “and bruise them” — *slap* — “and torture them until they cry.”
I lift my stinging hand and swing. “My Daddy—”
He grabs my wrist just before I hit his cheek.
He glares at me like a parent who’s just about to lose his shit, so I glare back like an insubordinate child. I try to wriggle my wrist from his grip, but instead, he pins it on the bed. With my wrists on either side of my head, he leans down, and my heart races with anticipation. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to scold me? Is he going to use that gritty, domineering voice that makes me lose my mind, that makes me willing to do anything just so I can hear it again?
I close my eyes and tilt my ear toward his mouth so I can absorb everything he says — all the way to my soaking wet pussy. It’s already tense with arousal.
His breath feels hot on my neck, but he softly asks, “You sure you want to do this here?” When he looks at me, all annoyance in his eyes has been replaced with concern.
I remember where we are — who we’re with. No one else knows how much I let him abuse me.
I look over at the girls. They’re eagerly staring at Marco and me with their hands between their legs.
I slyly smile and look him straight in the eye. “Do it.”
The slightest smirk curls his lips. Still gripping my wrists, he starts to push my hands up the sheets above my head.
“You want me to be nice to you, right?” He slowly squeezes my wrists, and his voice drops to a foreboding growl. “You want me to be gentle.”
He digs his fingernails into my skin while he stretches my arms higher. My chest tightens with excitement, and I can feel my heartbeat between my sticky legs.
Goosebumps ripple across my skin when he slides my hands together. Hannah hands him my silky pajama shorts, and I intertwine my fingers.
He knocks open my legs with his knees and towers over me, blocking the light above me. All I can see is the outline of his gorgeous body and a smile so evil that I almost come. My silky shorts shimmer in the shadow, and my sex salivates at the sound of them slowly ripping in two.
The familiar smell of his hot, sexed-up skin wafts over me when he reaches to my arms. He hovers over me, and his abs flex tight as he ties the silk around my wrists.
Wetness pours between my open legs while I wait for him to do whatever he decides to do next. One of my favorite parts about being submissive is not knowing what he’ll do. Sometimes he’ll leave the room for five minutes just to make me wait. I hope this isn’t one of those times.
After he’s tied the silk around my wrists — tight, like I like it — he slowly retreats until he’s kneeling between my legs. I already want to whine. I want to whimper “Daddy” to him like Hannah did. I want to scream “Daddy” at him like Elise did. I want to lose myself to him and his name. But he wants that too, so I don’t give it to him.
I growl, “You think you’re so sexy, don’t you? You’re just a dirty old man.”
He haughtily laughs. “Is that all you’ve got?”
I wiggle up the bed a bit to get out of his shadow.
His eyes are sharp with simmering aggression. Looking straight into them, I say, “You’re a fat, ugly, smelly old man.” He cockily lifts his eyebrow at me, so I continue, “You’re so disgusting that you can’t even comprehend it.” His strong jaw twitches, so I laugh. “You think you’re some kind of god, but you’re really just a miserable, desperate old man with nothing to live for.” That simmering aggression starts to smoke. “I’m here because I feel sorry for you. Your wife pays me to pretend I like you. Because she feels bad leaving her poor hubby at home while she fucks other men for money.” His jaw locks tight and his chest starts to heave. My heart jumps in my throat, but I don’t stop. “Everyone says she’s a perverted slut who loves sex more than she loves you.”
He leans toward me looking like revenge. I start to shake in fear, but I dare him, “You going to let me say that about her? Punish me. Hit me, you worthless piece of shit.”
He smacks me across the face. Everything in my body tenses while blood rushes to my cheek.
Seeing spots, I command, “Hit me again.”
My vision flashes black when his palm strikes me, and I fucking break.
I whine, “Daddy, hit me.”
He smacks my other cheek.
Through the sting, I whimper, “Hit me, Daddy.”
He smacks me again.
“Daddy, please.”
My pulse pounds in my head after he strikes me another time.
I nearly cry, “I h-hate you. I hate you, Daddy.”
He latches his hand around my throat.
I gasp and feel the oxygen slowly escape my lungs. The pads of his strong fingers press against my throat, and his eyes watch my mouth fall open, desperate for breath.
He centers himself between my legs and squeezes my neck a little tighter. He watches me with his expert gaze — making sure that his grip isn’t too tight, that I stay conscious, that I still love feeling his strength around the weakest part of me.
I let my legs hang wide open for him and watch him lower himself. He slowly slides just the tip of his penis inside me. It feels so good that I want to gasp for air, but I can’t. My eyes widen as he slowly guides himself deeper inside. Glorious pressure builds in my sex and in my lungs. I almost don’t have enough oxygen left.
Just before I pass out, he lets go of my throat and plunges all the way inside of me.
I gasp into full consciousness and cry, “Daddy!”
Soft, exquisite sensations rush up from my sex, and they intensify with every fresh thrust. I tell him how much I love it by repeating his name — whining it, crying it, sobbing it. He still watches me, this time to make sure I scream it.
I sob, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
He keeps a steady, thoughtful rhythm. “I know you didn’t.”
But I still sob, “I didn’t mean what I said. I promise, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby.” He increases his pace like he wants to make me feel better. It inspires in me a flash of heat and an explosion of eagerness.
My head falls back and I shout, “*Daddy!*”
I beg, “Untie me, please.”
I plead to Daddy while he undoes the knot, and once I’m free, I clutch him in every way I can.
It becomes the only word I know. I tell him everything I’m feeling with that word. Ecstasy. Joy. Astonishment. Gratitude. One second I’m moaning it, and the next I’m screaming it like I’m calling to heaven.
He pulls out and leans to my ear. “Shh…”
I whimper, “I don’t wanna be quiet. They didn’t have to be quiet.”
He presses my knees onto my shoulders so my pussy tilts straight up.
My voice weakens and squeaks, “You’re being mean.”
As his dick approaches my throbbing sex, I pant, “You’re being mean, Daddy. I don’t wanna be quiet. Please.”
He easily thrusts to the deepest part of me. I gasp, and it takes everything I have not to shout.
He moves tortuously slowly. My bottom lip quivers. I grip the sheets. I try to ignore the wet sound of him sliding in and out of me.
He watches himself pump his shiny dick. He goes in so deep that I feel him lightly bump against my cervix. With every bump, pain pricks me. Then it quickly dulls and spreads across my sensitive center. I have to whine because I love it so much.
I whimper, “Daddy.”
He lets me whine it a few more times. I get hotter after each one.
I start to get jealous when he watches his dick and not me. I can only whisper, “Daddy?”
He looks up at me, and I look at his lips. “Kiss me.”
He puts his soft lips on mine and lets my legs fall to my sides. I sigh and comb my fingers into his hair.
His warm breath. His gentle tongue. His loving thrusts. It’s too much.
I whimper, “Daddy.”
He tries again. “Shh…”
But I rebel with a firm, “No.”
He groans when I start to grind myself against him. I grind while he thrusts. My body’s on fire beneath him.
I whisper into his mouth, “*Daddy*.”
He thrusts a little deeper and I hold him closer. “Daddy.”
It’s a dramatic crescendo to the climax.
His strong hands dig into my waist when he flips me onto my hands and knees. He shoves my head onto the pillow and smoothly slides himself inside of me like he’s loading a torpedo into its tube. My back bows and my fingers clench the sheets as I cry into the pillow. I shout his name so fucking loud that my voice breaks. When he rams into me, my eyes roll into the back of my head. His hands grip my hips while his dick pummels my throbbing, drooling cunt, and nothing is enough. I scream his name between uncontrollable sobs. I gasp for breath while my ass claps against his crotch. I beg him to fuck me — more and more and louder and louder.
I look behind me to witness his taut muscles obliterate me. His hair bounces on his forehead and his brow creases in concentration. When he looks at me and our eyes meet, there’s only one thing I want to say.
“Daddy.”
He responds with a hard thrust, which only inspires another, “Daddy.”
He smacks my ass, and I scream as my knees buckle. I lose all my strength to hold myself up, but he catches me. I whimper his name in thanks, and I keep thanking him while he gives me his harsh rewards.
“Daddy.”
Every time I say it while I look into his eyes, my body burns hotter.
“Daddy. Daddy.”
I say it in as many ways as I can to get a reaction from him. I whisper it and he lets out a sharp breath. I whimper it and he stifles a moan. I whine it like I’m broken and only he can fix me, and he eases into fluid thrusts that soothe my stinging sex.
Then I don’t say it. I catch it in my throat and let my mouth hang open. I let him grow desperate to hear it. He swirls himself inside of me. He rocks forward and backward. It isn’t until he touches my clit that I lose control and feel it rush out of me.
“*Daddy*.”
He gently pulls out and lays me on my back. My arms and legs tremble from fatigue, but I manage to wrap them around him. I gasp with the little energy I have when he slides himself back inside. He rests his head in the crook of my neck while he gently glides in and out of me. My sex is so sensitive, I don’t think I could handle anything more. All I can do is weakly whisper his name into his ear.
“*Daddy. Daddy. Daddy*.”
My body jumps into a spontaneous tremor, and I lose all ability to control it. My eyelids close, my arms and legs slide limp onto the bed, and I relax into the quivering relief beneath him.
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