6. Dusty #3
"Look at that." His voice drops to gravel as he watches where we connect. "Dripping all over daddy's cock. Making such a mess."
His hips roll in slow, deliberate strokes. The vibrating rose catches my clit on each upward slide, then drags down through my folds, stimulating every nerve ending. His breath comes in harsh pants now, abs flexing with each movement.
"Fucking hell." A vein pulses in his neck as he fights for control. "Your pussy's so hot. So wet. Can feel you twitching against me."
My vision blurs. The constant vibration coupled with the friction of his shaft rubbing my entrance without penetrating pushes me higher and higher. Milk continues leaking from my breasts, running in rivulets down my sides.
"Daddy!" The word tears from my throat as pressure coils tight in my belly. "Gonna—I'm gonna?—"
"That's it, little girl." He presses the vibrating rose harder against the swollen nub. "Come all over daddy's cock. Show me how desperate this pussy is."
The dual stimulation shatters me. My orgasm crashes through my bound body, making me thrash against the restraints as pleasure explodes outward from my core. My pussy clenches and spasms, releasing a fresh flood of arousal that coats his length.
"Fuck yes." His control cracks, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest as he watches me come undone. "That's my good girl. So fucking perfect when you fall apart for me."
The vibrations don't stop. He keeps grinding against my oversensitive clit, wringing every last aftershock from my trembling body until I'm sobbing his name.
The broad head of his cock notches at my entrance, and my breath stops.
"Eyes on me, little girl."
His slate-gray gaze pins me as he sinks inside—slow, relentless, stretching me around his thick length. The vibrating rose presses against my clit with each inch he claims, doubling the intensity until stars burst behind my eyes.
"Daddy!" My bound wrists yank at the silk restraints, toes curling as he bottoms out.
"Christ." His jaw clenches, teeth gritted as his cock pulses inside me. Sweat drips from his temple, tracking down his stubbled cheek. "So fucking tight. This pussy's strangling my cock."
He withdraws almost completely before slamming back in. The force rocks the bed frame, headboard cracking against the wall. That silicone rose grinds my clit mercilessly with each brutal thrust, the vibrations traveling through both of us.
"Look at these tits." His voice roughens as milk streams from my breasts, running in rivulets down my ribcage. "Overflowing for daddy while I fuck you. You're made for this—made to be bred and milked like a perfect little cow."
Heat floods my cheeks even as my pussy clenches around him.
"Yes!" The word tears from my throat. "Daddy, please?—"
"Please what?" He drives deeper, angling his hips so the rose buzzes directly against my swollen clit. His abs flex with each powerful thrust, that jagged scar across his shoulder catching the light. "Use your words, baby. Tell daddy what this needy cunt wants."
"Harder!" I'm sobbing now, pleasure coiling impossibly tight in my belly. "Want you to—to fill me up?—"
"Fuck yes." His pupils blow wide, nearly swallowing the gray. "That's my good girl. Begging for daddy's cum like the desperate little thing you are."
His pace turns punishing. The bed frame shrieks with each slam of his hips, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. Those massive hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise, holding me exactly where he wants me as he rails into my bound body.
"Taking my cock so well." Sweat rolls down his heaving chest, caught in the dark hair there. "This pussy was made for me. Made to milk every drop of cum from daddy's cock."
The combination of his filthy words and the relentless vibration on my clit shoves me over the edge. My orgasm detonates, ripping a scream from my throat as my pussy convulses around his pistoning length. Milk sprays from my breasts, arcing through the air.
"That's it!" His control shatters. A guttural roar tears from his chest as his cock swells impossibly thicker. "Fuck, baby—gonna fill you up?—"
He buries himself to the hilt, grinding that vibrating rose against my spasming clit as his release floods my channel. Hot spurts of cum paint my insides, his shaft jerking with each pulse. His head falls back, tendons standing out in his corded neck, jaw slack with pleasure.
"Mine." The word rumbles from deep in his chest as the last aftershocks wrack his body. "All fucking mine."
The vibrations finally cease. We're both panting, sweat-slicked and trembling. He eases out slowly, his softening cock leaving a trail of our mixed fluids. His slate-gray eyes darken as he watches his cum leak from my used pussy, running down to pool on the silk sheets.
"Can't waste this." His fingers scoop the escaping seed, pressing it back inside my swollen entrance. "Every drop stays where it belongs, little girl. Right here."
He pushes deeper, ensuring nothing escapes.
My oversensitive walls flutter around his thick fingers, drawing another whimper from my raw throat.
"Good girl," he murmurs, slate-gray eyes soft now. "Such a good girl for daddy."