Chapter 38 Madeline #3
My body obeyed him and nothing else.
“Such a good girl for daddy, look at the mess you’re making for me. Oh, baby. I’m so fucking proud.” He pressed his forehead to mine again, panting.
“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered. “I love you like this—undone—open—mine—”
Another gush.
Another broken groan from him.
“Baby—Daddy’s—”
His voice broke entirely as he thrust deep, and finished inside me with a sound that tore straight out of his chest.
He stayed there, shaking, pressed fully against me, holding me up as my body melted into him.
“You’re staying on Daddy’s chest for the next hour. You’re too far gone to stand.”
His voice was so soft. He lifted me gently, still inside me, and carried me toward the couch again.
“You float, baby,” he murmured. “Daddy will keep you breathing.”
I didn’t feel the couch under me. Just him. Just the way his body stayed locked to mine like he was afraid gravity would try to steal me.
His breath was still shaking a little, the way it only did when he’d gone past restraint and into devotion.
“Angel… can you hear me?”
I nodded. Barely. His hand slid down my thigh, slow, tracing the wetness still dripping there. The sight made him gulp hard.
“Baby, do you think you can give Daddy more?”
The question hit me in the center of my chest.
“I… I think so.”
He cupped my pussy with his palm, fingers slick with the mess I’d made of him.
“You gushed all over me, sweetheart. Daddy loved that. Loved feeling you lose control. Loved feeling how far gone you were.”
A tiny sound escaped me, something helpless.
“But…” he murmured, sliding one finger slowly through the wetness, circling my clit lightly, coaxing, “I know my baby. I know there’s more inside you.”
My eyes fluttered.
“You want Daddy to get it out?”
The question was gentle.
Dangerous.
Designed to undo me.
“Yes,”
He exhaled like the word hit him somewhere sacred.
“I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, shifting me higher onto his chest so he could reach me better. “But I want you to ask properly.”
My breath trembled.
“Daddy… will you get it out of me?”
His jaw clenched, pleasure, that low growl of his only fed my need to please him.
“Every drop,” his mouth hovered over mine, as he worked me.
“Daddy wants every single drop, baby.”
He adjusted his grip, one arm firmly around my back to keep me anchored, the other sliding down to part me with slow, controlled precision.
I gasped.
“You’re still dripping. Look at that. Sweetheart, you’re soaking my hand.” He nipped my ear. “My dick dripping. You’re nice and full with daddy’s come. But I want this… baby… can you give me a little more…for me?”
My head fell forward against his shoulder.
“Give me a little. Just a little more.”
My body obeyed him instantly, a small gush, warm and fluttering, spilling across his fingers and cock.
A sound ripped out of him.
“Oh, baby… good girl.”
He didn’t push.
He coaxed.
Gentle circles, small taps of pressure, slow sweeps that made heat rush up my spine in waves. He was ruining me.
“You can give me more,” he breathed. “I know you can. You’re my girl. You always give so beautifully.”
I whimpered, hips shaking.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let it go.”
Another gush, stronger this time. It poured over his wrist, down the inside of my thigh, soaking us.
He groaned.
“Fuck—yes. That’s it. That’s my girl, look at you. Letting daddy make a mess of you.”
His movements stayed slow, controlled, patient. Devotional. Designed to keep me floating, to make every release soft instead of overwhelming.
“Can you give Daddy a little more?” his voice so gentle it nearly undid me again. “Just a bit, baby. I’ve got you.”
“I—I can,” I whispered. “I think—”
“You don’t think. You just let Daddy take care of you, okay?” he murmured, thumb stroking my clit.
I nodded into his throat.
“Good girl. Now breathe.”
I exhaled. He timed the pressure with it. A soft, warm release spread beneath me, dripping between us.
“There she is…” He kissed the side of my head. “My perfect girl. You’re doing so well.”
My entire body trembled.
“More?” he whispered.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Your body knows Daddy. It always has. Let me help.”
His fingers shifted, deeper, but still soft. Slow sweeps that matched the rhythm of my breathing, coaxing. I gasped into his shoulder.
“That’s it,” he praised again, sounding almost reverent. “Such a good sub. You’re giving Daddy everything.”
My thighs shook.
“I know baby, I know. It’s a lot. But you can keep going. Mm. Can you do it for me? Please baby, let daddy keep milking your pussy.”
God. Damn. His mouth. I was breathless, no energy left.
“Daddy…Can… can you do it?”
He stilled for a heartbeat. “Do what, sweetheart?”
“Get it all out,” I whispered. “You know how.”
He closed his eyes, forehead dropping to mine.
His touch changed, still gentle, but firmer, rhythmic. The precise angle he always used when he wanted everything. The pressure that made my hips lift without thought, my breath catch, my whole body tense the way it did right before.
“Oh—”
“Yeah. Thats what you needed wasn’t is? Such a perfect little sub.”
I arched, speechless, the pressure building.
“That’s my girl, say the name that makes you wet.” He kissed my neck, “and fucking ruins me.”
My mouth moved, but no sound came out. I tried. And the look he gave me, watching me. It finished me.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Let it go, baby. Give Daddy every drop. I’m right here.”
My body arched. His pace was restlessly. Heat surged. And then…everything broke.
A deep, overwhelming gush spilled out of me, flooding his hand, his dick, the couch beneath us. It didn’t stop. It kept coming, pulsing out of me in waves I couldn’t control, couldn’t even process.
He moaned low, shaking.
“Oh baby—good girl —such a good fucking girl for daddy —look at you.”
I collapsed against him, and weightless.
He eased the pressure immediately, hand sliding up to hold my waist, steady me, ground me.
“You’re empty now,” he whispered into my hair. “Daddy got every drop. You did so good. So, so good for me.”
I drifted, half-conscious, heart slowing in a soft, so warm.
He wrapped both arms around me. Kissed my shoulder. Held me like I was something sacred.
“You float as far as you want,” he murmured. “Daddy’s staying right here.”
“You’re so damn kinky.” I mumbled.
“We’re so damn kinky, baby.” He corrected gently, and kissed my shoulder.