“You’re going to get everything you want,” I exhale, a smile pulling at my lips. After sliding my arousal-coated fingers up the length of her pussy, I press them both to her clit. I circle it, applying just the right amount of pressure. Replacing them with my thumb, I slip my fingers back inside her. “Just tell Daddy what you need.”
“I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you, baby,” I tease.
“Your cock,” she cries, another orgasm quickly cresting. “I need… your cock.”
She comes beautifully, breathy moans trembling over her lips as she loses herself. “That’s my good girl. Keep coming like that, and you can have whatever you want.”
Chris slips his fingers from inside me, leaving me suddenly empty and longing for more of his touch.
His strong hands guide me gently as he helps me up from his lap onto unsteady feet. The cool air of the dining room is a sharp contrast to the warmth of his body. His rough, calloused hands slide down my sides and over my hips. He removes my leggings, freeing my legs so I can walk on my own.
Chris rises from the seat and stands before me. Towering over me, his presence is commanding and dominant. My own body still trembles with desire as I reach out and undo his belt.
Standing before me, he tears off my shirt. I reach out and undo his belt, the leather sliding through the buckle with a soft hiss. “That’s my greedy girl,” he gravelly whispers, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. His praise makes my heart race, and I feel a rush of heat between my legs.
I push his pants down, the fabric catching on his muscular legs for a moment before falling to the floor. He kicks them off—his movements fluid and confident—as he pulls his shirt from his head. I lick my lips at the sight of his chiseled torso, admiring the definition of his heavily inked muscles.
He pulls me close, his lips capturing mine needily. His tongue delves between my lips, exploring my mouth, tasting and teasing, while his hands roam over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His hardness presses against me, and I whimper into his mouth, my body already craving more.
Chris grips my thighs, his strong hands lifting me around his waist as if I weigh nothing. With sure and steady steps, he carries me to the couch while continuing to claim my mouth. He sinks into the leather, positioning me so I’m straddling his thighs with my core pressed against his thick, veiny length. I squirm, trying to get closer and feel more of him.
“Show me how badly you want it,” he commands, his voice a deep growl that causes my pussy to flutter. I lift my hips, positioning him at my entrance as my body sparks with anticipation. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?” he asks, the words vibrating against the side of my neck. “Every inch, like my good girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, lowering myself onto him, feeling him fill me inch by inch. I gasp as he stretches me, the sensation of fullness almost overwhelming. He groans, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as I adjust to him. The sound of his pleasure sends waves of desire through me, and my body responds, my pussy clenching around him.
I begin to move, my hips swirling as I ride him. My chest heaves as his hands roam over me. They’re tender and rough, worshipping and taking all at once, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. “You feel so fucking good,” he croons.
His praise is intoxicating. My orgasm builds, the tension coiling in my core, ready to explode. I ride him faster, my movements more urgent, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. Chris’s hands grip my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he meets my movements, thrusting into me with each downward stroke.
With his laced fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, he tugs just firm enough that I’m forced to arch my back to relieve the sting in my scalp. Every drive of his cock rubs blissfully against my G-spot, and it’s too much. I cry out as my orgasm hits, my body convulsing around him.
“Don’t stop,” he commands in a pained growl, his body trembling with the effort of fighting against his own release. His arms wrap around me and pull me against his chest. His hands roam over my body as his lips sloppily trail up and down the length of my neck. “Give Daddy one more, and then I’ll fuck your sweet little pussy to sleep.”
Gripping the back of the couch, I use it for leverage as I ride him. My body still trembling from the first orgasm, I struggle to breathe as another one grows, the tension coiling tight in my stomach and ready to explode. My hips move on their own accord, chasing the release that I am so close to.
It hits hard, the release coursing through my body so intensely that it’s all-consuming. “Daddy!” I cry out, mybody quivering in his hold until I’m left gasping with my pussy trembling around his cock.
Chris abruptly flips us, quickly pinning me to the couch. He thrusts inside me with a singular drive of his hips, burying himself to the hilt. His movements are deep and hard, violently demanding another orgasm from me. My nails dig into the flesh of his back, holding on for dear life as he takes and gives in equal measure.
His body slamming against mine, the sound of our flesh meeting fills the room. He grunts against my neck as he repeatedly sinks the entirety of himself into me. My thighs hook over his hips, allowing him even deeper. “Fuck… Daddy… I’m gonna come…”
“Don’t tease me, baby,” he grits, his warm, sputtered breath blowing over my skin. Palming my ass, he squeezes it firmly and holds me in place as he fucks me even harder. “Come all over my cock.”
My body obeys without hesitation. A breathy scream billows from my lungs as he pulls another orgasm from me. “Fuck, baby,” Chris groans, his body tensing as he futilely tries to hold back. His hips sputter against me, and he loses control. Spilling into me, his ever-rigid cock grinds against me so perfectly that he has me back on the edge.
“You did so fucking good… Taking every inch in your little pussy like a good girl for Daddy,” he praises softly, peppering kisses along my jaw as he makes his way back to my lips. His tongue slips between them, taking his time kissing me, slow and deep, as he softens inside me.
When his cock slips from me, he climbs off the couch and scoops me into his arms. My body exhausted, I slumpagainst his chest as he carries me upstairs. He tosses back the covers and lays us both on the bed before pulling me into him until my back is pressed firmly against his chest.
“You’re mine, baby,” he whispers into the back of my shoulder as he wraps his arms around me. “All mine.”
The possession in his tone sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine, and I snuggle tighter into him, my body relaxing into his embrace. “Always, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice soft and sleepy.
With his heartbeat thudding, strong and steady, I fight against the slumber coming for me. The sleep Chris was so adamant I needed—and determined to give me.
For the last two weeks, I have lived and breathed this story. From the time I wake until Chris drags me—sometimes forcibly—to bed. Every waking moment is focused on the same single-minded hunger I had when I first started writing: make the invisible visible.
