“You have to cum on Daddy’s dick.” I gasp, head clouding, hardly able to speak. “I can’t cum before you do.”
“Is that—how it—works?” she whimpers.
“For us. Yes.”
She bucks her hips even more wildly.
I pound into my good girl so hard the couch protests. Whines like it might break.
Minutes pass. Or maybe hours.
Time loses all meaning as I dominate and please her passage.
She buries her face in my neck to catch her scream.
But that’s not what tells me she’s cumming. It’s the grip-then-loosen of her slit, her tunnel milking my cock. Massaging me so that cum rushes up my shaft.
I bite down, tangle my fist in her hair. Breathe in the scent of her as I try to hold back, try to let her finish before I fill her with my cream.
She whimpers in my ear. “Won’t I get pregnant if you cum in me, Daddy?”
I lean up again. Stare down at her. “Maybe that’s what I want,” I snarl.
“Wuh-what?”
“Nobody else. Deserves you. Nobody else—will ever touch you. Just me. A baby will make sure of that. Will… bind you… to me …”
She pouts, shaking her head. “Lex…”
The fact she’s using my name is a sign. She’s serious.
I pull out of her. Frantic, gasping, hardly able to breathe.
“Taste your horny slit,” I snarl. “Suck Daddy’s dick. I want to see your little throat shifting as you swallow every last fucking drop.”
“Oh, Daddy …”
We’re back under the spell.
I stand and she leans forward. Takes my end in her mouth again. The fact she’s sucking her own release drives me feral. I fist her hair with both hands and drive forward.
My cock slams into the back of her throat. She makes a sexy choking noise, then I explode.
A waterfall of cum explodes out of me, gushing into her mouth.
I stare at her throat. Shimmering as my cum flows down her neck.
Finally, I stumble back. “Fuck,” I whisper. “I’ve never lost control like that.”
She wipes her mouth. Looks at me with a mixture of confusion and awe. “Me neither,” she murmurs. “That was … I think you should go.”
“Go?” I snap.
She reaches for her clothes. “I need time to think. Please, don’t make this hard.”
“You wanted it as badly as me.”
She throws her hands up, clothes forgotten. “I didn’t say I didn’t! But I need time tothink. Can you give me that?”
