Chapter 4 #3
His head fell back as she caressed, licked, and kissed his balls. And when he could not take it anymore, he pulled her head back. “Open your mouth, baby girl,” he whispered roughly. “Take Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”
Her pussy pulsed and gushed with a flood of wetness.
It was one thing to see how he reacted when she called him Daddy, but hearing the endearment from his lips drove her wild, and her pupils dilated as she spread her pink lips and took him in her mouth.
With her hands tied behind her, she was at his mercy, unable to do anything but what he wanted.
He gripped his shaft, sliding the head of his cock between her lips, and then let her lick it with her tongue.
She curled her tongue beneath the sensitive spot underneath the head, rubbing and licking at it.
“You fucking minx.” His jaw tightened as he pulled back.
“Easy now, or you’ll find yourself with a mouth full of cum before either of us can enjoy this.
” He tucked the dark, engorged crown between her lips and pressed inside.
“Slow and easy,” he whispered. “I want to watch you suck this dick into your mouth.”
The way he said the words, so gentle and easy, was like a coach training his star player.
A teacher teaching a student. Her daddy showing his little girl the ropes.
There was an air of innocence and fragility to it, and it blew her mind to hear him groan and grunt.
Her mouth tightened on the swollen crown, and she sucked with wicked, sensual pleasure.
She took him deep, working her tongue over him until she could feel the head of his cock brush the back of her mouth.
“How the hell did you get better since last night?” he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he moved her head on his cock.
“I could have sworn you could barely take half of it, but now you’ve got almost all of it down your throat.
Flatten your tongue, baby,” he coached her.
“Think of it like a red carpet in your mouth for my cock. And breathe in… That’s it. Keep sucking, baby…”
He pushed in deeper, and she took him, her eyes widening as she tried to breathe around the thick stalk filling her mouth.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he said as he thrust into her mouth, cock sliding down her throat.
She gagged and choked when he pulled out, tears running down her cheeks.
Then she was moving forward, hungrily seeking his cock again with her mouth.
“Breathe and swallow this time, baby,” he said as he gave her what she wanted and pushed his erection back between her lips.
Jill’s eyes watered as he took her mouth again, a deep rumbling escaping from his chest as she followed his orders and took all of him in until he was buried balls deep in her mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, grabbing her hair with one hand and her throat with the other as he began to fuck her mouth. “Look at how wet you’ve got Daddy’s cock. See how easy you take it? It’s like you were born for this.”
He was driving her crazy, manipulating her like a puppet as he got her to bow to his whims and desires. And she loved every moment of it. Her pussy was so wet it dripped down her thighs, and she would happily suck his cock forever if she could.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned, still fucking her throat, his balls heavy and pulsing, swinging against her face. “I’m so close, and I want to watch you swallow this cum, baby. I want to see it shoot down your throat.”
He sank in again, and when she swallowed, he let go. Stroking the shaft of his cock, he pulled her head back, watched, and couldn’t hold back the throttled yell that tore from his throat.
“Fuck yes. Take it, Princess. All of it.” He watched each spurt of his seed fill her mouth as tears rolled from her eyes.
“Now suck. Swallow me, baby. Swallow all of me.” He pushed the head of his cock past her lips again and gave one last pulse of release as she swallowed, sucked, and moaned around the sensitive crown. It tore another groan from him.
As soon as the last drop of cum was spilled, he didn’t give her time to catch her breath before he grabbed her by the waist and carried her to the couch in the corner.
Pushing her to her knees and pressing her shoulders against the back of the couch, he left her hands tied and stepped up against her.
He threw her dress over her ass, shifted her panties to the side, and slid his still hard cock between the soaking wet lips of her pussy.
Jill cried out, feeling every ripple as he pressed inside her tight pussy.
“Yes, baby,” he whispered in her ear, working himself deeper and deeper until every cell in her body caught on fire, and he was balls deep inside her. “Sweet baby girl. God, I love this. The way your pussy milks my cock is so fucking hot.”
Jill drifted in a haze of pleasure and need. Her pussy throbbed, flexed. Her clit was tortured. Behind her, he held the belt with one hand as she felt the fingers of the other slide around her hip, pushing between her thighs.
“Poor little clit,” he groaned. “Poor sweet pussy. What do you need, Princess? Slow and easy? Or hard? Fast? Do you want me to pound this pussy or would you rather I fuck you slow and gently?”
She shook her head. How the hell did he expect her to decide when she could barely think with his cock stroking the inside of her cunt? How could she tell him she wanted both? She wanted it all. Her head hung over the back of the chair as she panted, just trying to breathe through the pleasure.
“Do you need a little more burn, sweetheart?”
He was buried full-length inside her. How could he burn her more? His hand rubbed the side of her ass, and her eyes widened.
“Yes, Daddy. Oh God, yes.” Her back arched, a strangled cry spilling from her lips as he spanked her bare ass hard. Pulling back, he spanked her again. And again. The blows were not too hard but hard enough to burn. Hard enough to send explosions of brilliant pleasure racing through her.
“So fucking pretty.” He smoothed his hand over her, then lowered it, pressing her thighs farther apart.
His fingers rasped around her clit, then he was gripping her hip and plunging inside her.
As though he couldn’t go deep enough, couldn’t fuck her hard enough.
Jill felt her muscles clamp down on him involuntarily, trying to hold him inside her, tightening on him seconds before the most incredible orgasm tore through her.
It lit up her mind. It sent brilliant shards of heat and light racing through her body as she screamed his name, cried, and felt tears roll from her eyes at the sheer brilliance of a release that soared through every fragment of her being.
But it was just the beginning. He pulled on the belt and released her hand, then stepped back and walked to the bed.
When Jill turned around, he was unbuttoning his shirt, and she walked toward him on shaky legs.
His gaze flickered over her, and the look in his eyes made her freeze.
His eyes roamed over her body, and without being told what to do, she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress, leaving it to fall to the floor and pool at her feet before stepping out of it.
He hissed when he saw her clad in nothing but her underwear, and she knew what he would see.
When she’d bought the stockings and garter belt, she’d imagined wearing them for some hot young guy she wanted to have a one-night stand with.
And that morning, when she put on the sexy ensemble under her dress, she told herself she was not doing it for him.
That was a lie, and seeing his reaction made it all worth it.
“Seeing you in that fucking dress has been making me hard all day,” he said, his expression tightening as he shrugged his shirt over his shoulder. “If I knew you were wearing this under that, this would have happened a lot sooner.”
“If I knew that, I would have shown it to you sooner.” She licked her lips. “You know, when I was coming on this trip, I told myself I would have as much fun as I could. I’ll live a little and enjoy every bit of it. Now, I’m here, and it’s only you I want.”
“Come here,” he said, crooking a finger at her.
She walked across the room, and he grabbed her hips, jerking her closer and pulling her up so she was straddling him. He kissed her, lips closing over her as his hand slid into her hair. When he pulled back, she was panting for breath.
“One night is not enough to do the things I want to do to you,” he said.
“I want to fuck you so hard you scream and beg me to fuck you harder. I want to make you feel so good you beg me not to stop. I want to take your body every way it can, slide my dick in every hole, and show you how good I can make you feel.”
“Is that all?” she asked breathlessly. As if just listening to him say what he was going to do was not scrambling her brain.
“Not really,” he said with a teasing grin. “I want to watch you touch yourself with my cock in your pussy. I want to watch that pussy milk my cum from my balls and see how pretty it looks painted with my seed.”
She jerked in his arms, trying to remember how to breathe and failing at first. Then he kissed her, giving her air as his lips slanted over her and his tongue thrust into her mouth.
Jill slid her hands up his arms to his powerful biceps.
She loved the heavy muscles there. The way they flexed and rippled with the control he exerted over himself.
She wanted his control in ashes just like he seemed to do to hers.
“I want that too, Daddy,” she replied, playing her role with ease as she kissed his face and then licked her way down to his neck. “Give me all of it.”
He pulled her with him and lay on the bed with her as he took off her bra. Then he was stretching his body over her, and her breasts felt heavy beneath his gaze, his nipples painfully hard.