9. Camryn #3
I do love being full of him, and my pussy clenches around him, my juices gushing as he starts to move in a deep, slow rhythm.
The drag of his cock inside me is unreal, every ridge and vein stroking me in just the right way.
My breath comes in sharp gasps, my body trembling as pleasure coils tighter and tighter.
I feel like a rubber band about to snap.
“Oh god,” I whimper, my back arching off the bed. “Daddy, please, I’m so close! Don’t stop. Jake, oh god, don’t stop.”
He holds my clit between his thumb and index finger, rubbing, sliding, tugging gently. “You gonna come all over Daddy’s cock like a good girl?”
“Yes!” I scream, my hips bucking wildly against his hand. “Oh shit, Jake!”
He slams into me, his hips snapping forward, and that’s all it takes.
My vision whites out as pleasure explodes through me, my pussy clamping down around him in rhythmic waves that I feel everywhere in my body.
I scream, my nails raking down his back as I come harder than I ever have in my life, my body shuddering beneath him.
His cock swells inside me, stretching me even wider as he groans like a man possessed into into my neck. I think he’s getting close. I think my orgasm pushed him right to the edge, and I really, really like that.
“You feel too good, sweetheart. Gonna come. Gonna fill you up. Fuck!” His cock starts to pulse inside me, warmth flooding my insides.
He thrusts hard and deep, pumping pulse after pulse of cum deep into my pussy.
There’s so much that I can feel it leaking out around where we’re joined, dripping down my thighs, onto the sheets.
His hips jerk against mine, his breath ragged as he empties himself inside me.
“Mine,” he growls as he comes inside me, and my pussy flutters around him at the possessiveness of it.
“Fuck, Cammie,” he groans, and he claims my mouth in a slow, deep kiss as his cock twitches inside me.
We kiss and kiss, his big hands cradling my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“You feel so goddamn good, sweetheart. So tight. So perfect. Took every inch of Daddy’s cock like you were made for me. ”
“Because I was,” I whisper, and he moans and kisses me again. We’re lost in each other, bodies entwined, as joined as we can be, kissing almost lazily, with messy, swiping tongues.
I whimper against his lips, my pussy still fluttering around him, milking out the last drops of his cum. His praise makes my chest ache, my thighs tremble. I feel so full, everywhere.
I feel completely and utterly claimed. Owned, by this man who used to be my stepfather.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to look down between us to where his cock is still buried inside me.
I want to see too, so I push up onto my elbows and look between my spread legs.
His cum is leaking out around us, thick and creamy, sliding down towards my ass, dripping onto his balls.
He watches it leak out of me, his jaw tight, his fingers flexing against my hip.
“Look at Daddy’s cum leaking out of your pretty little cunt,” he says, his voice rough.
He pulls out slowly, and I gasp as his cock drags against my abused walls, his cum spilling out in a thick, warm gush.
He makes a low, appreciative sound as he watches it leak out of me, and then gathers it up on his fingers, pushing it slowly back inside me.
“That’s where it belongs, sweetheart. Deep inside you. Every drop.”
I moan as he gently fucks his cum into me with two thick fingers. His thumb presses against my clit, circling it lazily as he pushes his cum deeper. “Such a good girl, taking it all.”
After a moment, he slips his fingers free of my sore, sated pussy and lifts them to my mouth.
“Taste, Cammie.” I open my lips and he slides his fingers inside.
Salt and musk and something almost citrusy burst across my tongue, and I wrap my lips around him, licking and sucking our combined fluids off his fingers.
“We taste good,” I say in a shaky voice when he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. He grins, looking wickedly sexy as he lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“That’s because we were made for each other. I think some part of me has always known that. I just couldn’t…” He trails off, and I curl into him.
“I know,” I say softly. He doesn’t need to finish his thought. I know, because I feel it too. His chest is warm, his heartbeat steady against my cheek. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, his touch gentle now, almost reverent. “You were amazing, Cammie. So perfect. How do you feel?”
I bury my face against his neck, breathing him in. He smells like home, like love, like everything I didn’t know I was missing. “Full. Happy. Safe.” My voice cracks, my throat tight with emotion. “Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “You are, sweetheart. You’re mine.” His arms tighten around me, holding me close as the rain patters against the window.
We drift off to sleep like that, naked and curled around each other.