“That’s right. You’re staying here now.”
Her little pink tongue comes out and traces her bottom lip, as if she’s beckoning me to make my move.
I tug my pants down, and my steel-hard cock springs out like a spear from between my legs. She gasps as I rush in and snatch her by the hips, ravishing her with kisses.
“You want it?” I ask her, teasing her little pussy with my cock, brushing it against her bare pink lips.
“You know I do,” she moans, eyes closed, lost in my caresses.
“Beg for it.”
She smiles and drapes her arms around my shoulders. “Fuck me, Daddy. Pretty please?”
Our energies are contagious, enhancing each other, sending us both to greater lust-filled heights.
I press against her hole with my tip, feeling the slickness dripping down her thighs and onto her ass. Her arousal for me drives me absolutely wild.
Shedrives me wild.
And our little game just keeps getting hotter and hotter.
8
RICK
My lustfor Ava is off the charts.
In the stratosphere. Soaring high like a missile that has blasted off its launch pad and is racing into the sky.
Her wet hole presses against the tip of my cock, and she moves her hips as if begging me to fuck her.
She wants it. Bad.
And that makes two of us.
I almost slide inside, but a primal urge takes over. I grip her by her hips and spin her over onto her stomach, then lift so her so she’s on her knees with her beautiful ass pointing up at me.
A whole new angle…
My cock jerks as I stare down at her seductive curves. For some reason, the image of her pleasuring herself with my toy enters my mind.
Maybe it’s the thought of her getting herself off to fantasies of me that does it, but it turns me on so badly that I can’t hold back any longer.
I drive my cock into her dripping pussy, burying every inch inside her. She gasps and actually flinches, then moans into the mattress as the pleasure takes over.
“Oh, Daddy…” she mewls, biting her lower lip as I start fucking her.
Her pussy walls stretch around my girth, gripping my shaft with every thrust. Yeah, she’s gonna be sore tomorrow—and every morning from now on.
Each stroke is bliss, a threat that nearly sends me tumbling over the edge. But I bite my cheek and hold out.
I can’t come. Not yet…
…Not until I’ve given her everything she needs.
“You like that?” I ask her, running my hand up her lower back, brushing aside the torn dress that still clings to her body.
“Yes,” she moans.
