Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Naomi

Fuck he felt so damn good.

Thick and long, hot and hard. Naomi whimpered against his lips as she moved atop him, clinging to his shoulders as she went up and down, her insides clenching simultaneously around him and the plug. She was so incredibly, pleasurably full.

Releasing him from the kiss, she moaned, squeezing her muscles as she did so.

“Oh fuck… Daddy… your dick feels sooooo good…” Two could play at the filthy talk game. And she felt the way he surged, the way his cock flexed inside her when she called him Daddy while she was impaled on him.

“You feel so good on my dick, sweet thing, but you need to move a bit more.” His fingers found the base of the plug. Pushed. It moved her upward, allowing him to control her even though she was on top, as the toy pushed deeper inside her, making her insides ache.

She cried out, going up on her knees and putting her breasts right in his face. He grabbed onto the chain hanging between them with his teeth, and Naomi squealed as he began to lean back, pulling her with him by her nipples. It hurt, making the tortured buds throb while simultaneously, her pussy went into spasms of erotic ecstasy.

Her poor senses were so confused.

Drew ended up flat on his back, the chain still between his teeth with her on top of him, hands still on his shoulders, though now she was braced against them for support. He began to tug on her plug, pulling her back down with it, which caused her nipples to stretch and pull against the chain he still had in his mouth.

Ride me, his gaze demanded mercilessly.

Ride him while he played with the plug.

Ride him while every movement reignited the burn in her nipples as the movement made her breasts bounce, making the chain pull tighter and then loosen. The poor buds were throbbing with pain, yet her body had it confused with pleasure as her pussy took control of her senses.

His hand lifted from her ass and came down hard on her sensitive skin, making her cry out, back arching, her nipples screaming with pain as they were tugged mercilessly. Then he released the chain from his mouth, and it bounced, swaying beneath her, the smaller tugs sending more pained pleasure shooting through her.

“I said ride me, sweet thing,” he rasped, his hands coming to her hips to hold on to her there, his arm muscles straining as he began to move her. It didn’t matter that he was beneath her. His hips flexed, pushing upward, his hands helping her rise and fall as if she weighed nothing at all.

He was moving her around like she was a rag doll, leaving her in a position of power, yet utterly helpless against his sensual assault.

It was the most erotic experience she’d ever had.

The first orgasm hit as he thrust up beneath her, her clit rubbing against his body, and she cried out as the pleasure rolled through her in waves. She clenched down around him, pussy trying to milk his cock, but it stayed hard and erect inside her, sending her into another paroxysm of pleasure.

In the middle of her pulsing ecstasy, he opened one of the clamps, removing it from her nipple and replacing it with his mouth so fast, she barely had time to draw breath before the switch was completed. Pain zipped through her from the throbbing bud as blood returned to its crushed form, his tongue and hot mouth both adding to the torment while simultaneously soothing the agony.

She ground down atop him, waves of ecstasy pouring through her, combating some of the harsh sensations as her nipple expanded back to its usual proportions. For some sadistically ironic reason, nipple clamps hurt even more coming off than they did going on.

The other clamp was removed, his mouth moving to that nipple, and the combination of pain and pleasure tipped her right over the edge again just as she was beginning to come down from the high of climax. Naomi cried out, clinging to Drew like he was her port in the storm of stimulation, even as he was the one causing the riot within her body. Agony and ecstasy clashed, spinning together, morphing into something far more powerful. She couldn’t describe what it felt like because she was too far gone to think clearly, lost in the chaos that was wreaking havoc on her senses.

It was too much.

“Please,” she cried out, arching her back as his teeth scraped over the aching nubbin between his lips. Her body was pulsing, throbbing, every inch of her becoming so sensitive, it felt as if she was one giant erogenous zone. It didn’t matter where he touched her; she felt it everywhere. “Please… I can’t…”

She shuddered as another throbbing wave hit her, sweeping over her… then she screamed when he pressed his thumb against her engorged clit, the little pearl already overstimulated from the ongoing orgasms. It felt so good, it hurt. She began to strain, trying to get away from the ruthless touch, the merciless onslaught of pleasure.

That was when he did exactly what he’d promised he would do.

Naomi found herself rolled onto her back, her arms trapped on either side of her head as he caged her wrists with his fingers and began to pound into her. She screamed again, arching, her legs coming around his body to hang on, muscles flexing to try to hold him in place against her to give her a moment’s pause in the relentless storm of ecstasy. But she was no match for him.

He moved over her, inside her, her pussy clenching around his cock, her ass clenching around the plug, as she writhed in helpless orgasm. It kept going and going, tears sliding from the edges of her eyes. She couldn’t take it anymore, yet he wasn’t stopping. He was using her for his pleasure while simultaneously drowning her with her own, and she wallowed in it.

Drew

Naomi writhing beneath him, sobbing out her ecstasy, was more than he could bear. With her on her back, pussy spasming around him, he finally felt free to let loose his own desires. She was hot and slick around his cock as he pounded into her, crying out as he filled her over and over again.

Her breasts bounced between them, rubbing against his chest, and he knew that her sore nipples would add to the sensations coursing through her.

She was so fucking beautiful when she came—lips parted, eyelashes fluttering, throat bared to him as her back arched in ecstasy.

Groaning, he moved harder, faster, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer—and that she probably wouldn’t even want him to. But he still wanted to see if he could push her to even higher heights… one last time.

“That’s right, sweet girl, come for Daddy. Come all over Daddy’s cock.” His voice was hoarse, husky from his own need, his own incoming climax.

Naomi cried out again, shuddering, arching.

“Daddy… Daddy, please… I can’t… I can’t…” She cried out again, unable to articulate the fact that she couldn’t possibly come again, even as he pushed her back over the edge.

“Good girl.” He slammed into her, filling her completely and holding himself there, rocking against her sensitive pussy and clit as his own passion welled. Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs as she tried to hold him in place, her wordless whimpers as he began to throb inside her heightening his pleasure. “ Fuck .”

Drew emptied himself into the condom, shuddering with his own ecstasy as her inner muscles milked him of every last drop of cum. She lay limp and still beneath him, panting for breath, making little noises, and quivering at every adjustment of his body against hers.

As the last of his seed filled the condom, Drew felt his own muscles relax, and he went down to rest his weight on his forearms, pressing their bodies together but without putting his entire body weight on her. Naomi moaned again, the kind of very low, soft moan that a well-fucked woman made. Drew smiled smugly.

Yeah, she was going to be feeling all of this tomorrow, just like he wanted.

“Holy fuck.” She breathed out the words as he brushed a kiss over her jaw, leaning more of his weight on her, squashing her breasts between them. Doing so would mean every movement had her sore nipples rubbing against his chest.

“Mmm.” He flexed his hips forward, enjoying her little cry, but his cock was already softening. When he pulled away, he pulled back enough to disengage them with reluctance. He needed to clean up the condom and get her cleaned up. “Stay right there, sweet girl.”

His muscles felt a little shaky when he pushed himself to his feet, so he could only imagine how hers felt—if she was feeling them at all. By the time he got the condom off and in the trashcan and a damp cloth from the small wash area on the side of the room, she was still lying in exactly the position he’d left her with her eyes closed. Her chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths.

Had she fallen asleep?

A smug smile curved his lips.

Moving to the bed, he sat down next to her, running his hand down her stomach and over her hip. She sighed a little, opening one eye to give him a look, as if asking why he was bothering her.

Chuckling, he placed the wet, warm cloth on her shaved mound, making her hiss at the new sensation.

“Spread your legs for me, sweet girl. I want to clean you up.”

Obediently, though with a sigh, Naomi did as he asked, spreading her thighs enough that he could slip his hand with the cloth between them and give her a quick wipe down. She winced, whimpering, as the cloth touched her folds. They were probably going to be extra sensitive for a while.

When he lifted the cloth away, Drew bent over to give her a kiss right where her clit was still peeking out from its little hood, making her gasp and grab for his head as her legs snapped closed.

“Oh my God, I seriously can’t take anymore… you have to stop…”

Drew raised his eyebrow.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to try to tell Daddy what to do, sweet girl?” he asked, with a little warning in his tone. Just as a reminder. If he was feeling particularly sadistic, he could tie her legs apart—maybe use a spreader—and feast on her pussy until she was screaming and begging him to stop all over again.

Her eyes widened, as if reading his thoughts.

“Nope, sorry, Daddy, I just meant please give me a break after wearing me out with your huge cock.” She batted her eyes at him, though she didn’t have quite as much bounce in her tone as she had earlier when she’d been sassy.

Drew couldn’t help but laugh.

“Starting to think maybe I didn’t manage to spank all that sass out of you, sweet girl.” He raised his eyebrow at her, hand coming out to caress her thigh. “Maybe I should try spanking your pussy instead.”

Her eyes widened, and her thighs squeezed together, trapping the tips of his fingers between them.

“Nope. All the sass is gone. Totally gone. My pussy is sass free.”

Laughing again, Drew leaned down to kiss her, dropping the cloth to the side so he could join her on the bed and wrap her in his arms. Cuddling had always been his favorite part of aftercare, especially now, on a night like tonight when he didn’t want the scene to end.