My daddy, p.9
My Daddy, page 9
I bossed, “Don't stop what you’re doing.”
She didn’t even slow down but continued to rub her fingers back and forth across her most sensitive part, which had the power to make her orgasm the hardest. She was killing me, and I urged her to continue. “Good girl, show me what you like.” As I spoke, I slowly slid a single finger into her wet, squeezing pussy, and the sensation made me nearly go off in my pants. “Fuck, baby girl, you are so goddamn tight.” She started to rub herself faster and harder. She mewled, moaning from low in her throat. It felt as though she were licking the very end of my cock, and I slid a second finger inside of her. “Show me how you make yourself come, and I’ll reward you for doing what I say.”
I fucked her with my fingers, the way I wanted my dick to slam inside her, and her pussy clenched and squeezed around me. It speared my imagination with thoughts of her doing the same to my cock, milking out the cum, which I’d shoot deeply inside her.
She interrupted my dirty thoughts. “I’m going to come!”
“Yes, baby girl. Come all over my fingers,” I appealed.
She arched her back above the mattress, poking her cute little belly button towards the ceiling and raising off the bed while I continued to fuck hard with my hand. Her fingers came to a sudden halt, and she let out a long, loud groan, dropping back onto the mattress, her legs still shaking and her petite passage clinging to my fingers like a Chinese finger trap. “You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you for coming all over my hand and showing me how you like to touch yourself. You’re Daddy’s one and only.”
Priscilla gasped at that last bit, lowering her gaze in confusion, and I hurried on before she had a chance to question me.
“What were you thinking about while you made yourself come?” I encouraged.
She was silent, and I slowly withdrew my hand from her drenched pussy. “I can’t say, Daddy. Don't make me, please.”
I pet her thigh reassuringly. “You always have your safe word, baby girl. There’s nothing you have to do if you are truly uncomfortable with it. But Daddy told you to tell him what you fantasize about while you're touching your princess parts. Now, be a good girl.” I placed a line of searing kisses across her knee cap. “Tell me what you dream about so I can make it come true.”
Priscilla’s stomach still rose and fell with the effort of her orgasm, and a long breath passed across her lips. “Do I have to?” she asked. “Do you really want me to?”
“The answer to both questions is ‘yes.’ Yes, you have to. And yes, I really, really want you to.”
She actually stuck her lower lip out a bit. And I loved this softer, more emotional, vulnerable side of Priscilla. It all felt brand new. I’d been the dom in a relationship before, but this time, it really meant something. This time, I was with my best girl, and that fact made my head spin.
“Daddy, it’s embarrassing.” She blushed at her own excitement.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. You can tell me anything.”
Through the glass of the bedroom window was the ever-changing canvas of the sky, the moon shining dimly through the clouds that brought infinite images of the heavens, and a feeling of gratitude for mi cielo.
My heaven.
The heaven that flushed beside me so prettily. Her gifts given so freely to me, all she had to do was breathe in order to present me with her promised land. She was as infinitely expansive and elaborate as that sky outside, a serendipitous beauty, transitory and eternal, changing and constant.
My eyes roamed over her hair and face, and she pressed a hand to her stomach. “Well, ever since we met, I started wondering what it would be like if you made me suck your cock. And if you forced me to do things, even though I thought I didn’t want to.” She shrugged in mock resignation, and a raw and primitive lust overcame me.
She had me stumped. It wasn’t anything I expected. But my body, judging by how hard my cock was, liked it very much indeed. “Go on. What kinds of things would I force you to do?” I growled with pleasure.
“I mean”—she looked sideways—“I wouldn’t want to clean your house or anything like that. I’m talking about you forcing me to give you a blow job. And sometimes, when I’m touching myself, that’s mainly what I think about… your huge, hard cock, and you grabbing the back of my head and shoving it all the way inside no matter how big and hard it is. I maybe even gag a little, and I imagine taking you all the way in, even when you’re pulling my hair and actually fucking my face.”
I die on the inside but manage to mutter, urging her on. “Keep going. You’re doing great so far.”
She pulled her arms and legs into her core, sitting up on the bed. “It’s the very idea of you making me suck your cock, as if it’s my job.” She hid her face with her long swath of hair and continued. “As if I’m your naughty girl whom you still cherish and revere and treat like a princess. It’s the hottest thing I can imagine.” As if turned on by her own words, her eyes latch on to mine, shining and soft, and tongue darted out to touch her lips.
By now, my cock was uncomfortable in my pants, and if I didn’t unleash it soon, I might do myself serious damage. Never in a million years would I have dreamed that Priscilla, my best friend, my princesa, would share the same fantasies as me. It was almost too much.
“Is there anything else you need to tell me, little one?” I quizzed her, hoping the answer was yes. She stroked her arm pensively and continued. “Whenever I put my fingers down there, what makes me come super-fast is thinking about you manhandling me and being rough with me. Treating me like I’m your little sex slave. Like I have to service you whenever and wherever you ask, and imagining that… fantasizing about what it would be like… makes me come every single time.”
Any embarrassment about sharing her most secret desires is outweighed by the turbulence of passion swirling around us.
“You did so well, sharing your private wishes with me. Let’s see if we can’t make your dreams come true.” I shucked off my clothes as quickly as I could, hopping on one foot while removing a pant leg and doing the same for the other side. Priscilla giggled at my antics, and I smiled broadly back at her before picking her up off the bed and removing her cat suit.
“My God, woman, you have the most fuckable breasts I’ve ever seen.” My throat was thick with desire.
Her words held a strength that in no way lessened her femininity. “Thank you. You don’t have to say that.”
“It’s not an obligation, it’s the God’s honest truth.” I made a rough-voiced request in the form of a command, holding my aching cock in my hand, which was painfully swollen by now. “Now. On your knees, and open that mouth for me so I can watch you do your job.”
Chapter 13
Priscilla
My heart thudded in my chest, and I positioned myself at the edge of the bed, on my knees, as he requested. In the expanse of the room, though I was unmoving and silent, I felt my soul start to salsa dance. Facing his large cock, I opened my mouth and wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft.
Flicking at the sensitive underside with my tongue, I applied saliva as lubricant all up and down his thick hard-on. “I’m not going easy on you,” he said. “Take all of it in your mouth. No hands. Show Daddy how good you are at sucking, baby.”
He gently brushed the hair back from my face, improving his view. “I’ve been thinking about fucking your face all week,” he snarled, pumping his hips at me so the immense head of his dick hit the back of my throat.
Next, he demanded, “Put your hands behind your back, princess.” He placed his hands on either side of my cheeks in order to better control his thrusts into my mouth.
He stopped pumping briefly, rubbing his hands down to my ass, which had the effect of shoving his hard-on further down my throat. I breathed through my nose, looking up at him, and whimpered from the way my pussy was pounding in response to being fully controlled by him. It reminded me that a very long-standing fantasy of mine was now be fulfilled.
Doc wrapped one hand around the back of my head. “Let me show you how to be a good girl and deepthroat Daddy’s dick.” He pulled me towards his groin so that the wide shaft was sliding down my windpipe, and the sensation of being rendered breathless by him made me shiver. “You have a very talented mouth, baby girl. I’m going to reward it with my cum.”
I wriggled impatiently on the mattress as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, slowing the pace and stopping every so often to reach down and test my wetness with his massive fingers.
The next thing I knew, he delivered a stinging slap to my ass, which made me jerk forward, impaling myself further upon his cock. He must have taken it as a good sign and started spanking me in earnest.
I couldn’t help but moan every time his enormous hand connected with my buttocks, and his erection pistoned into my throat. I arched my back and spread my knees further apart. He stopped swatting and backed away from me, his penis leaving my lips with an audible popping sound.
“You’re being so good, princess. It feels amazing when you let me fuck your throat. Now, let me hear you beg for it.” He began moving his hand up and down his erection, squeezing a droplet of precum from the tip as he did so, and the firm and veiny sight of him tantalized me so that my mouth watered.
“Please put it in my mouth again, Daddy. Let me suck you,” I encouraged.
“Since you did such a good job, you may continue.” He stepped forward again while stroking himself, and I had to lean forward to reach his beautiful cock. My mouth drooled at the sight, and I stuck my tongue out, looking into his eyes as I ran it up and down his hard length, nearly forgetting all about the fact that I was giving head to my best bud.
Doc groaned and grabbed the back of my skull, encouraging me toward what he needed: more of my mouth on him.
#Scoreonefortheprizewinningcockworshipper, I thought to myself.
I swirled my tongue around the crown of him and tasted his precum; the briny hint of his pending orgasm made me moan.
No denying it, I was in love with his dick.
“Time for some worship, baby girl,” he beckoned.
I needed no further instruction, and my lips engulfed his crown as I licked and sucked up and down the cement-hard length of him. I’d done nothing to deserve this award-winning erection, but I sure as hell was going to pay it the well-earned attention it begged me for. Right now, that meant trying to take the seemingly endless length down my throat.
Doc made a ponytail of my long hair, fisting it tightly in his colossal hands, forcing my nostrils into the hair, which dusted his stomach. He detained me there, with his dick buried so deep in my mouth I couldn’t breathe, and the back of my throat clenched firmly around the crown. As if that dominant move wasn’t enough, he used the hold he had on my tresses to pull me onto him, bouncing the head of his dick off the back of my throat so the slapping wet sounds mingled with my gags to fill the room.
He moved me backward, using my hair to control the warm hole he was plunging into with his erection. Being face-fucked by him, taking his monster cock all the way into my mouth so my lips forcefully stretched around it, made me want him to fuck me so hard I couldn’t walk tomorrow. Drool spilled out of my mouth and down my chin, and I moaned aloud with erotic pleasure as his brows drew downward in a frown, his jaw clenched and his eyes slightly narrowed. The entire act saturated me with wet heat.
I wanted him to use me this way.
I kept swallowing him down past the point that seemed possible, sucking him deeper each time he shoved his penis past my lips, using my hair as a handle, and rutting into my mouth.
He seethed, “Baby, you are too sexy for me to resist. If I don’t slow down, you’re getting a load of my cum.” His ardor was surprisingly, touchingly, restrained.
I encouraged him to continue. “You don’t have to stop. I love it when you’re rough with me.”
All of a sudden, he pulled me off and draped me over the edge of the mattress so that my ass and girl parts were totally exposed to him.
My body squirmed, and his tormented groan was a heady invitation. “My princess likes me to treat her roughly and tug on her nipples when she’s getting fucked, doesn’t she?”
He gripped my hard buds between his fingers and pinched and pulled at them, ignoring my pussy. I blinked back the tears of frustration that were filling my eyes, turned on to the point of agony by his manhandling. The responsiveness of my breasts ratcheted up to extreme and made the place between my legs pulse with need. “Yes, I’ll do anything for you. Anything you say.”
“My girl.” His touch to my cheek was reassuring. “Daddy was going to kiss your pussy for being so good, but your pretty flower is too tempting. I need to be inside you.”
Without further warning, he shoved himself inside and began to jackhammer me until I bounced off his pelvis. Were it not for the firm grip he had on my shoulders, which he used to catch me and shove me back down onto his massive bulk, splitting me wide, I would have sprung completely off him. “God, you are so tight and wet, princess. I can’t believe how perfectly we fit.”
Doc started ramming into me, and with every thrust, the pleasure built. My clit started to swell and throb its reminder that an orgasm was coming soon, approaching like a freight train.
“Baby girl, I’m going to coat your fine ass with my seed and take pictures. Will you wear my cum like sexy trinkets?”
“Yes, Daddy! Fuck me hard.” I moaned and writhed, wild under him. We were perfectly matched. His every word made my pulse quicken, and he pumped his distended erection harder and faster into my clenching core.
He reached around with his hand to take hold of my clit and pinched it between finger and thumb. “Your pussy looks so beautiful wrapped tightly around my cock. I’ll definitely snap a photo of that, too.”
His praise of my visual appeal, combined with his dirty talk, set my body on fire with pleasure, and the tightly coiled spring inside finally detonated, releasing the pressure. I arched my back, and he lifted me up and onto his throbbing cock while we moved together as one; friction on friction, we pummeled each other over the edge. Doc’s cum gushed deep inside of me, splashing against my walls and spilling out of me.
Breath panting, bodies fused, I should have known that this was right.
But I was messed up in the head.
Nothing could change that.
Doc easily picked me up and pulled me onto his chest as he lay against the pillows. I put my arms around his neck and buried my face against his throat.
He groaned. “I love fucking you, but I might love snuggling you even more.”
The best place in the world was in his embrace. I felt safe and secure when sheltered by his big, strong arms.
It almost made me forget about worrying whether letting him be my daddy dom would be the demise of the easy bond between us.
Could we return to our laid-back rapport after I sword-swallowed his cock?
I decided to test the waters and get his read on the situation. “That was amazing, Daddy. If I’m not careful, you’re going to spoil me for all other men.” I felt his lips brush my brow. “You make me feel so special.”
I gasped with delight when he pressed a kiss in my palm before replying, “You deserve so much more than what most other men have to offer. You need a daddy dom to spoil you every day. To punish you when you’re bad. To shove his cock down your throat, pull your hair, rip your clothes off, throw you on the bed, and fuck the sass right out of you.”
He wrapped his hand around my nape, pulling me to him and kissing me, leaving my mouth burning with fire. “You don’t ever have to deal with anything alone. You’ve got your daddy to help you.”
Yeah, for the weekend, right?
After all, that was the deal.
Chapter 14
Doc
Early Sunday Morning
I already knew everything about Priscilla that a boyfriend or lover should discover about the woman he loved. Standing on the bamboo mat in front of the kitchen counter, I spooned the natural sweetener she preferred into her coffee and splashed it with a dollop of half and half before slightly heating it up again in the microwave and sprinkling it with cinnamon. Stirring the hot liquid, I tapped the spoon on the edge of her cup and thought about her lying in bed.
She’d been sleeping so peacefully when I woke. Even though I didn’t want to waste a single minute of our time together, I didn’t dare wake her. Instead, I rose and stood in the bedroom doorway, staring at her and realizing she was part of everything good in my world, telling myself maybe our love wasn’t perfect, but it was damned close.
She had an hourglass figure, evident even under the covers, and her gorgeous body made me ache with need. It had been so hard to leave her there.
Later on, standing alone in the kitchen while pouring a cup of coffee, black, for myself, I observed, “Houston, we’ve got a problem. While pouring a cup of coffee, black, for myself. You’re not ready to go back to the way things were, and you know it.”
“Who are you talking to?” said a soft, feminine voice behind me, lightly roughed by her recent sleep.
“Nobody. Come here.” I pulled her to me, so close I felt her heart thudding against my own, and refused to accept the dull ache of foreboding in my chest.
Much to my dismay, she had donned a pair of sleeping shorts and a tank top, which thankfully did an inadequate job concealing her generous breasts.
At one point, she’d shown me a picture of herself in her twenties, wafer thin, looking like the slightest breeze would blow her over and, in the photo, those delectable mounds of hers were nowhere to be found.
Thank God she was better now.
She eyed me skeptically, and I growled at her. “How am I supposed to bring you coffee in bed if you’re out of it?”
“Oh,” she said, evidently surprised. “I didn’t realize that was part of the deal.”
“Well, it is. Go get back in bed, and I’ll bring it to you,” I commanded, my chest expanding as I watched her obediently turn around and return to the bedroom. I followed her and set our mugs on the nightstand, then climbed beneath the sheets, sliding my legs next to hers so the soft, silky surface of her skin brushed against me.
