I was lying in bed, anxious and overwhelmed. I didn’t want to move or face the day.
I was just falling asleep when I felt the bed shift. The blankets were pulled back, and my body broke out in goosebumps from the sudden cold and anticipation.
I remained still, waiting for his touch. It felt like eternity before it came.
His finger, long and warm, swept between my pussy lips and lightly grazed over my clit. My body came alive, aching for more.
I shifted onto my belly and spread my legs a bit wider, giving more access.
“Good Girl,” he whispered. This time his entire hand cupped my pussy as his middle finger slid slowly into my pussy. I gasped a little at the intrusion, but quickly melted into his palm, moving my hips to match his rhythm. I could already feel the anxiety settling already.
I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips a little, making my asshole seen. I puckered it on purpose, inviting him to have a taste. He groaned a little and then his face was buried between my ass cheeks, his tongue circling my pink asshole, before pushing in and tasting it completely.
His groan reverberated through my entire body as he ate my ass like it was his last meal. I pushed my ass back, wanting him to go deep. The feel of his tongue had me moaning into the pillow, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“I need you to fuck me,” I moaned desperately.
He pulled back, his breath heavy. The bed shifted as he moved up behind me. His knees and thighs pushed my legs apart further and kept them spread. I felt the tip of his pretty cock press against my throbbing cunt.
“Is this what you need?” he asked, teasing me with the tip, I could hear the taunt in his tone.
I looked over my shoulder and nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I need you to rail me. I need to have your throbbing cock stretching me out,” I begged.
His face shifted, his eyes becoming intense. “Did I say you could talk, my Filthy Whore?” His voice was deep and full of warning. It made my pussy swell and drip. Fuck I loved this side of him.
I shook my head. “No.”
He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of my hair. He ripped my head back, causing my back to arch and pussy to push back on his thick cock, which was now shallowly inside me. “So you’re going to shut up and take whatever Daddy gives you, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“That’s my Good Girl,” he praised. Then he pushed my head down, pinned me by the back of my neck, and forced his cock in deep.
We both groaned and he held still for a moment, basking in the feel of my warm pussy engulfing him.
With sudden aggression, his entire body pinned me down, his arm going around my throat, his other hand again in my hair. He pounded my pussy over and over with an unmatched rhythm. His moans directly in my ear were making my head spin. The feel of his cock ruining my hole had me close to orgasm.
“You’re my Fuckdoll to use and breed, aren’t you?” His tone was so confident. So sure of my place. But that’s because he knew; he knew my weakness when it came to him, how I worshipped him and ached to have my pussy sprayed in his thick load.
“I am.” There was no hesitation in my reply.
His grip around me got tighter, making my breath catch. Each thrust was like a shot of ecstacy through my body, knowing I was pinned and his to use. I couldn’t move; couldn’t break free. At least not from the hold he had on me.
But as my pleasure grew, I could let that take over and break free; have it wipe every thought and worry from my mind, ground me entirely to this moment. I could lose myself in the feel of Daddy’s cock breaking down my barriers. The feel of his body pinning mine down, him having utter control over me, while also allowing me to feel the most safest I ever have. I could forget the world around us; forget everything but my pleasure.
“That’s it, my Good Girl. Cum over my cock. I want the smell of you covering me,” he growled in my ear.
That was all it took. My body broke apart. Splintered into a thousand tiny shards that rained down over my skin, making me lose my breath and quiver. My moans turned into whimpers and then to heavy breathing, until I eventually collapsed, weak, into the bed.
Daddy lifted off me, and before I knew what he had planned, he flipped me onto my back, gripped my thighs and spread them.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he informed me as he lifted one of my feet to his lips and kissed the sole. His tongue snaked out and licked up to my toes. He took them in his mouth and sucked on them, worshipping them, just before he pushed back into my sensitive, tender cunt and moved his hips as if his body was made for this.
“Open your mouth, tongue out,” he demanded. I did so obediently. He ran his tongue over mine and dribbled his spit onto it. “Now swallow.”
I smiled and swallowed Daddy’s spit. I fucking loved it when he shared, especially when he didn’t break rhythm and kept fucking me senseless.
I could feel he was getting close. His moans became deeper and more aggressive, his thrusts hard and forceful. Daddy knew how to fuck me perfectly. Moved with unrivalled technic.
His hand went to the back of my head. He gripped hard and lifted my face closer to his.
“Tell me what you want.” His eyes were locked on mine, hungry and demanding.
“I want–”
He snapped my head closer, “Look at me and tell me,” he demanded again.
I kept my eyes on him as I told him exactly what I wanted. “I want you to cum in me.”
“Do you want me to breed you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I want you to breed me and get me pregnant.” I loved nothing more than the feeling of his cock twitching in me as he sprayed my pussy in his cum. I liked knowing he was pooling in me for hours. Little dribbles coming out every time I moved.
“I’m going to breed you, my little Whore,” he whispered passionately. “You will have Daddy’s babies.”
“Do it,” I begged.
That sent him over the edge. His movements became desperate, deeper. He mate pressed me and came hard, his moan one of my favourite sounds to hear. I liked knowing he was serviced and satisfied; drained deep in my greedy cunt. I lifted and locked my legs around him as he slowed, making sure I milked every little drop from him. He collapsed on me as I kept him locked in for a few moments longer, savouring in the feel of his cock slowly going soft, and didn’t let my legs drop open until I felt the sudden cold from his cock slipping out of me entirely.
He lay for a moment longer before he rolled off onto his back. His hand went to my thigh and he gave a gentle squeeze. “I hope that helped,” he said, still a little breathless.
I got up from where I was lying on my back and moved down between his legs. I curled up between them, pressed a kiss to his thigh, and then laid my head down where my lips had just been.
“You did,” I told him. “Thank you.”
I closed my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep in my favourite spot. Between his legs, smelling our sex on his skin.
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