Chapter 11 #3
Daisy's mouth stretched around his girth. The bulbous head pressed against the back of her throat, but she didn't gag. She took him in as if he belonged inside of her. Tears gathered in her eyes, making her vision shimmer, but she kept going.
“That's it,” King praised her in a rumbling growl. “Such a good little cocksucker.”
His hips began to move, fucking her wet hole with shallow thrusts. Daisy's hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as he used her. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears that tracked down her cheeks.
King's breathing grew harsh again. His schlong swelled in her mouth, growing harder. The hand in her hair tightened, holding her in place as he thrust deeper.
“Going to bust a nut down your throat,” he growled. “And you're going to swallow every drop.”
His rhythm became erratic. Desperate. His prick jerked against her tongue, the first spurt of splooge hitting the back of her throat. Daisy swallowed reflexively as King came like a geyser, filling her mouth with his release.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Good girl. Swallow it all.”
She did. Every drop. Not wasting a single drop of his creamy semen. When he finally pulled out, Daisy gasped for air. Her jaw ached, her throat raw. But King's satisfied smile made something warm bloom in her chest despite the discomfort.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his thumb wiping a stray drop of cum from her lip. “My perfect little princess.”
He didn't give her time to recover. His hands were already on her, flipping her onto her stomach. Daisy's face pressed into the silk sheets, her ass in the air. King's palm cracked against her flesh, the sharp sting making her yelp.
“Count.”
“One,” she moaned.
Another slap. Harder. “Louder.”
“Two!”
He spanked her until her ass was burning, until she was sobbing into the sheets. Each impact sent heat flooding through her pussy, fresh girl cream gathering between her thighs. By the time he reached ten, she was trembling, her body wound tight with need.
King's fingers traced through her slick folds. “Look at this. You're dripping, baby girl. You love it when Daddy punishes you.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, Daddy.”
His cock pressed against her entrance. Still hard.
Still demanding. He thrust inside in one commanding stroke, burying himself deep until he slammed into her cervix.
Daisy pushed her face into the pillow to muffle her shrill scream as her flower was forced to stretch around him.
She was still so tight though he’d used her so well.
“This is mine,” King growled, his hands gripping her hips. “This sweet little peach belongs to me.”
He pounded into her without mercy. Each thrust drove her forward, face grinding into the silk. The angle was devastating, his pole hitting spots that made her entire body jerk. Daisy's hands fisted in the sheets, her knuckles white.
The pleasure built too fast. She was too sensitive, too overwhelmed. His fingers found her clit, rubbing harsh circles that sent electricity crackling through her.
“Come on my cock,” he husked. “Want this pussy to squeeze the spunk out of my rod.”
The fourth orgasm was a physical blow. Her snatch seized around his meat, muscles clamping down in rhythmic pulses. Nectar gushed from her pussy, coating his shaft and dripping onto the sheets. Daisy's scream shattered from gaping lips.
King kept thrusting, kept grinding against her clit. The overstimulation was agonizing, pleasure twisting into pain. Daisy sobbed, her body trying to escape, but his grip was iron.
“One more,” he growled. “Give me one more, baby girl.”
“I can't,” she cried. “Please, Daddy, I can't—”
“Yes, you can, kitten.” His fingers ground against her button.
He built her up again. Relentless. Unyielding. His cock drove into her pussy with brutal precision, each thrust sending shockwaves through her exhausted body. Daisy's meat flaps were swollen, sensitive, but King showed no mercy.
“Feel how wet you are,” he rasped. “This ripe little peach was made to take my shlong.”
The crude words sent fresh heat flooding through her veins. Her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper. The pressure in her belly coiled tighter, building toward something that terrified her.
King's fingers worked her clit with ruthless efficiency. Circling. Pressing. Flicking. The stimulation was destroying her, tearing down every last defense. Daisy's breath came in ragged sobs, her entire body trembling.
“Come,” King snarled. “Now.”
The orgasm shattered her completely. Her pussy contracted so hard it was painful, muscles seizing around his pole. The pleasure was blinding, obliterating everything else. Daisy's vision went white, her hearing muffled by the rush of blood in her ears.
King's cock jerked inside her. The hot splash of his splooge painted her insides. He groaned, long and guttural, as he emptied his final load deep in her sex. The warmth spread through her pussy, mixing with her own cream.
Daisy collapsed. Her body went limp, every muscle giving out. She couldn't move. Couldn't think. Could barely breathe. King's weight settled on top of her, pressing her into the bed.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”
His hand stroked her hair, the touch almost gentle. Almost. But the weight of his body kept her pinned, a reminder of his control. His cock stayed buried inside her, his spunk leaking from her pussy to coat her thighs.
“You did so well, baby girl,” King praised. “Took everything I gave you.”
Daisy couldn't respond. Could only lie there, spent and trembling. King's hand continued to stroke her hair, his breath warm against her neck.
“Mine,” he whispered. “Always mine.”
“Always,” Daisy breathed.
King shifted, rolling them onto their sides. He stayed inside her, his arms wrapping around her body. Holding her. Trapping her. His hand splayed across her stomach, fingers spreading wide in a gesture of ownership.
“Sleep,” he murmured. “I’ve got you, princess.”
Daisy's eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion pulled at her, dragging her under. Feeling kept in a way she never had before, Daisy surrendered everything that she was to King.
A small woman beside a man powerful enough to keep the world from touching her.
Protected.
Held.
Exactly where she belonged.