23. Ella
23
ELLA
“ F uuckkkk, doll, do that again.”
I’m on my knees, trapped against the shower wall, with a hand gripping my hair so tightly it pulls, and Theias’ heavy, swollen cock bangs at the back of my throat while I massage his balls.
Every time he’s close to the edge, I stop and dig my sharp nails into his ass until he hisses and yanks my hair. Exhaustion has been my new friend lately, and I pass out at the drop of a hat, which is what happened after he woke me up earlier and fucked me until I saw stars.
He let me sleep a bit before bringing me to the shower and leisurely washing my hair and body, giving me a delightful massage along the way that made me come for him four times. The man knows my body better than I could ever hope to.
When I dropped to my knees, his cock jumped and instantly started leaking. I spent as much time as possible licking every inch of him until he’d had enough and needed more.
Now, I poke my finger through the tight ring of his back door again, and he groans and pumps forward, dick sliding deeper into my throat as I lightly move my finger in and out.
Meeting his hooded eyes, I don’t think the man exists anymore; he’s become a beast, and I know what he’ll do once he’s sick of my teasing.
Shoving another finger inside, I begin gently massaging the spot I researched.
“Ella,” he grunts, lifting my head higher and forcing more of his dick down my throat. I swallow and take him farther. His orgasm rides right on the edge, and all I have to do is tip him over.
Adding a third finger, I get rougher, the way he likes. Gliding my teeth along his hardness and squeezing his balls while my fingers stroke harder against his prostate.
“Fuck, suck and swallow, doll; I’m coming.” The words are barely out before he explodes down my throat and bellows in the enclosed space–warm water pounds at his back. The pleasure is so intense he lifts on his toes, attempting to get away from my probing fingers and lapping tongue. “No more. Fucking stop, woman.” I don’t listen any more than he does to me.
After a couple of minutes, I’m rewarded with a few more squirts of his seed in my mouth before he literally drags me off, pulls me to my feet, and slams me against the wall, lips assailing mine before I can say a word.
“Where the fuck did you learn that?”
Washing my hands, I press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, being as sweet as possible.
He loses control.
Gripping my throat, he moves us to the bench in the stall, turns me around, and forces me to my knees. “I asked you a fucking question, doll.”
Smack.
The sound is cacophonous in the small space. I moan and push my ass back at him.
Smack.
I cry out this time, the sting a little sharper than the first.
Smack, smack, smack.
I rub my bottom to soothe the tingling, glancing back to see worship in his eyes as he pelts my skin with another round of spankings.
“Christ, this ass, all red, sporting my handprint. Sexiest fucking thing.”
He leans down, and just when I think he’s about to kiss the sore spots, he bites the flesh of my cheeks until I cry out and try to pull away.
Holding me steady with hands on my hips, he does it over and over again.
“Daddy, please, it hurts.”
At that, he releases a menacing chuckle, knowing I’ll wind up loving what he does to me.
He slants over my back, swatting each side of my ass again, then kisses the nape of my neck and murmurs, “Good, I want it to, so when you come for me again, you’ll fly to the stars and beg for more.”
Moaning when I feel the heat of his hardness between my cheeks, I begin panting, knowing what’s to come. I relax my body and spread my legs while he rubs his cock between my cheeks, stimulating the tight hole he’s about to fuck again.
Just as I’ve convinced my body it won’t be so terrible, he swats me, one hand on each side, moving around so he never hits the same spot twice. By the time I feel him sliding into my ass, I’m so sensitized that the pain morphs into pleasure before I can register what I should be feeling.
Theias sinks all the way in with a groan from his diaphragm. Rubbing his hands up my back and digging his fingers into my skin as he moves, I wiggle my rear, acclimating to the intrusion. One of his hands tangles in my hair while the other secures me around the back of my neck, ensuring I can’t move away from him.
“Daddy,” I whisper softly, “it hurts so good.”
“I told you it would.” His voice sounds unhinged as he withdraws, then strokes back in. He’s holding back.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my ass the way you need,” I encourage. I hate when he tempers his desires because he believes he’ll hurt me.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, doll.” He sounds feral, and I crave more.
“I do, Daddy. I do.”
Breathless, I push back into him on every thrust until he finally lets go and heaves me back into every thrust. It hurts, but I want more. I’m sick because I love this wild version of him. I love the bruising pain from each stroke of his cock ramming in and out as his pelvis slams into me from behind.
“Fuck, doll, you’re so fucking perfect for Daddy.” His praise eases my doubt. I love it when he tells me how perfect I am for him. The way he calls me good girl. “My beautiful little doll, submitting like a filthy whore.” Arching my back, I rail into him again, his balls swinging forward to slap at my pussy, hitting my clit with each pass.
Pressure builds inside me, and soon I scream as a powerful orgasm rips through me, and this time, I see more than stars. I see a future where I spend my life worshipping this man, and he does so in turn to me and our babies.
Joy overtakes me, blossoming in my heart and spreading throughout my body as Theias roars out his release behind me. The steady streams of his cum pump into my ass as he owns me like I was made for him.
Depleted, I sink into the bench as he strokes gently now, bringing us both down from the near-blackout high of pleasure that swept us up in a hurricane of completion.
“I love you, doll. Couldn’t imagine a life without you in it.”
It’s on those words that I pass out for the final time tonight.