Chapter 4 #2
I’m rediscovering sex all over again. I knew no one compared to Chris, but I somehow had forgotten how good intimacy with the right person can feel. I catch myself tightening my legs around his head, harsher cries leaving me as I get closer to the edge.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t tease anymore. He’s feeding his lust, sucking it right out of me. I explode against him, my body lifting off the mattress as I carelessly scream into the dead of the night.
This mansion is big enough that my room is isolated. Thank God for that.
I drop back on the bed, panting as I finish riding one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve had in a while. Feeling overwhelmed by the sensations, I relax my legs. But he keeps going, his tongue stroking me without stopping.
“Chris,” I whimper. “Too much.”
When I try to pull away, he grips my thighs pushing me against his face harshly. “The first one was for you,” he growls. “The second one is for me.”
I cry out when I feel his tongue pushing into my pussy. “Please….” He moans against me, my despair egging him on. “Chris.”
He pulls away, grabs my hips, and flips me around. “Who am I?”
He pulls at my hips, forcing my knees to rest on the bed while my chest is crushed on the mattress. He spreads my cheeks and slaps my pussy, making me hiss. “Who am I, Ella?”
He lays down on the bed, his head right under me. With hard fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, he lowers me on his head.
“Daddy!” I scream.
His approval shows itself in the way he forces me to ride his mouth. He tongue-fucks me, moving me as he wishes, and when he’s sure I’m lost in the craziness of him again, he releases me.
I give him exactly what he wants as I grind against his mouth, seeking more pleasure. My next orgasm surprises me, unsure when it starts or if it’ll ever end. My heart pumps infinite pleasure into my veins and drains me of all my energy.
I’m lifeless when he kneels behind me. The tell-tale of his belt unbuckling makes me shiver, but I don’t have the energy to voice my fear… or my need.
“Look at you.” His gravelly voice portrays his insatiable need. “You’re beautiful, baby. So beautiful and so mine.”
I shudder when he kneads my ass cheeks, and I spread my legs voluntarily when he makes it clear that he wants access to my pussy again.
“This tight cunt missed me, didn’t she?”
I nod into the mattress, panting when he presses the pads of his fingers against me, gathering more wetness at my entrance.
“You’re practically dripping, Ella. That’s how much your body reacts to me.”
I moan when he pushes in. Shame has left my body when I came grinding on his face. There’s nothing rational left inside of me.
“Daddy is going to fuck you until you remember why he’s the one who owns you.”
“Yes,” I moan. One finger turns into two, and he moves them relentlessly. I cry out when a third pushes inside me. “Fuck!”
“Watch your mouth. You know I have to stretch you out, baby, or it’ll hurt.”
He pushes deeper, and I feel the way my pussy accommodates his fingers. I push back, desperate for more.
“Good girl. Mm, I wish you could see the way you’re opening up for me.”
I fuck myself against his fingers, getting up to my hands and knees to get more traction. I’m panting, whimpering when he moves away. I need more. I need him to feed the animal inside me and take me back to my baser instincts.
He lines the tip of his dick with my entrance, teasing me as he rubs against my wetness. He pushes, but not inside me. Instead, he slides the ridge of his dick between my pussy lips, coating himself in my pleasure.
“My dripping slut,” he hums in agreement. “Always so wet for me.”
He repeats the process of sliding the head of his cock against me, pretending he’ll finally push inside me and denying me the pleasure.
When I whimper desperately, he gathers my long hair in one hand and slowly wraps the blonde locks around his fist. He pulls harshly, making me gasp at the violence. “If you’re such a desperate girl, why don’t you beg for exactly what you want?”
From the corner of my eyes, I see him undoing his button-down with his free hand. I’m practically drooling when he leaves it on and open.
Whoever is up there has favorites, and Christopher Murray has been on their good side. No one should be allowed to have such a delicious body.
A reserved smile tips at the corner of his lips, because as dominating as he is in bed, Chris has a shy side that makes him almost uncomfortable when someone appreciates the handsome man he is.
And holy hell am I appreciating. The valley between his abs creates a line I’m dying to drag my tongue along and every ridge is begging for my fingertips.
I hiss when he pulls at my hair again, dragging me back to reality.
“If you want my cock, you know what I expect.”
“Please,” I pant, rubbing myself along his shaft. “Please fuck me.”
“That would be my pleasure, baby.”
The moment the head of his cock pushes inside me, I see stars. A mix of everything he’s made me feel before and the pleasure I’m feeling right now makes my arms weak.
“Oh, sweet girl,” he chuckles when I moan. He stretches me some more, pushing in with a steady rhythm. “Did you miss this?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Then why am I not hearing how grateful you are?”
His free hand slaps my ass cheeks before I feel it slither up my back, bringing goosebumps to my skin, and up my neck. Before I understand what he’s doing, he pushes two fingers inside my mouth, hooking them to my cheek.
“Why am I not hearing ‘thank you, Daddy, for fucking me so good.’?”
“Oh God,” I moan around his fingers, my cheek stretched from the way he pulls at it.
He lowers his face to mine, his voice vibrating through me. “Don’t waste your time calling for him. God doesn’t answer little whores. Only I do.”
He pushes harder inside me.
“Aah—” I’m cut off when I feel full of him. “Too much,” I hiss. “C-chris.”
I forgot how big he was. I can confirm no one has come near his size over the years. I know his girth perfectly, aware that my fingertips barely touched when I would wrap my small hand around it. And his length is something I can hardly forget.
“Almost there, Little one. Just take a bit more for me.”
“I c-can’t,” I whimper, my words muffled from his fingers.
“Slowly,” he murmurs in my ear. His hips move, the tip of his dick pushing further inside me and imposing a pleasure I can barely survive. “Take Daddy like the good girl I know you can be, and I promise I’ll reward you for it.”
Oh, fuck.
I feel myself relaxing around him, taking him in just because that’s what he wants from me. I push back against him, inviting him further and hissing when he thrusts all the way in, his pubis hitting my ass cheeks.
“Beautiful girl.” He gives me a few seconds to breathe through it, releasing my mouth to caress between my shoulder blades and all the way down my back. “How I wish you could see the way you welcome my cock, Ella.”
But the second I moan for more he loses all sense of reality and takes me down to the pits of hell with him.
He thrusts in and out of me, making me whimper when he hits my cervix, and my chest falls to the mattress. He keeps a tight grip on my hair, and pushes my lower back, forcing me to curve for him.
“No one fucks you like this.” Not a question. He knows the truth, or I wouldn’t be begging him to give it to me.
He pulls back, pushing back in with a new force that makes me whimper. “No one can make you come like I do, Ella, because I built you for me.”
A wave of emotions crashes over me despite the pleasure. “Fuck you,” I grit.
“Why?” he chuckles. “Because I ruined you for anyone else?”
Yes. Exactly for that reason.
“Just fuck me and get it over with. This means nothing.” I aim to hurt him, but I’m not sure it’s the best idea in my position.
He releases my hair only to grab the back of my neck and keeps me pinned to the mattress.
“Do you have any idea how much I missed this? I’m not getting this over with, Sweets.
I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember the reason you’ve been staying away from me.
” I grunt when he rams inside me harder.
“I’m going to push my dick inside this pretty cunt of yours so many times you’ll still feel me when you try to get over me with someone else. ”
“I hate y-you.” The insult turns into a moan as he pulls out slightly, rolls his hips, and makes sure he hits the fucking jackpot. “Shit…shit…”
“Make sure you tell me how much you hate me again when you come all over my dick, baby.”
Believe me, I do.