32. Arabella
32
Arabella
T he second he lines his cock up with my pussy, I panic. “Wait,” I let out. “I want this, but in the spirit of open communication, you should probably know it’s difficult for me to come from sex alone.” His face twists in confusion. “By difficult, I mean it’s literally never happened.”
“Never?” He questions.
“Nope. It feels good, or I wouldn’t do it, but typically, the guy comes and I end up finishing myself off once I’m alone.”
He pauses and then fucking smirks. “Thanks for telling me. It’s cute that you assume I’ll be letting you come. You are in trouble after all. Although, I've never been known to back down from a challenge.”
I inhale a deep breath and tilt my hips up to meet the swollen head of his cock.
“Time to take Daddy’s cock like a good fucking girl.” And then he thrusts his hips, spearing my soaking wet folds with his hard length, stretching me wide until I’m full to the hilt. The pressure of him seated inside me is overwhelming, as I hold my breath and wait for him to move.
He grabs my arms, lifting them over my head and holding my wrists together tightly as he relentlessly thrusts himself into me. I’m so wet, soaking us both as his cock moves easily through me like a damn slip ‘n slide, stretching my hole in the most deliciously painful way.
“Your cunt is squeezing my dick like a fucking vice, baby. So. Fucking. Tight.” He grits each word through his teeth, punctuating each one with another deep thrust. Suddenly, he bottoms out and pauses. I can feel him throbbing inside me as my legs start to tremble uncontrollably and I know my release is imminent.
“P–please,” I whine.
“Aw, is someone close to coming all over this fat fucking cock?” He’s mocking me, but it’s coming on so fast, I don’t know if I can stop it. I give him a quick nod, hoping he’ll change his mind and let me come.
“I can feel how close you are. Don't you dare come until I tell you to. Do you hear me?”
There's a small part of me that wants to come, just so he can punish me. But I don't. I want to be good for him. Plus, I already have at least one coming, so I decide not to push him.
“Yes, Daddy.” I tell myself it's okay, because he said it first.
His eyes go wide and he pushes off me. Emptiness floods my senses at the loss of his body heat. It doesn't last long, when he flips me over, like I weigh nothing and smacks my ass–hard.
“Ass in the air. Show me what’s mine, Bella.” And then, without ceremony, he’s inside me again and fucking me like he hates me.
All I can hear is our heavy breathing in tandem with his hips slapping against my ass at every stroke of his hips. “If only you could see how well your cunt is taking me right now. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” Then he barrages my ass with smack after smack until it's on fire.
Fuck. If I wasn’t close before, I’m close to detonating now.
“P–please, Daddy,” I beg. “I need to come. I don’t think I can hold it. Oh god, please.”
“I love hearing you beg, baby, but I think you can do better than that,” he chides. “Now try again and tell me what you need.”
“Please let me come. I need it so bad.” God, I’m bad at this. It’s his own fault, because I’m positive he’s actively fucking me stupid. “I promise to be good. I’ll do anything.” He's got me so strung out, I can feel tears welling up, threatening to escape.
“Since you asked so nicely… Come all over Daddy's dick. Make me messy. Now.” His command is all I need. I suck in a ragged breath, then release a strained, guttural moan as my orgasm tears through me and I combust under him, squeezing the life out of the pillow that's holding my restrained wrists. Thank god, because that train was pulling into the station and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“That's my beautiful fucking girl.” And on the next drive into me, he's erupting inside me, filling me to the brim with his warm release.