I cling onto his shoulders, sit down slowly.
Oh.
Oh.
This angle makes him seem somehow bigger. I sit heavily as he grinds up inside of me. As he fills up my tunnel and makes thinking about anything else impossible.
He groans when I sit on his balls. His hand grips my hip in a vise. Like he owns me. And I want that.
This man who did the right thing … after a lifetime of wrong.
This man who made the right choice.
He rocks his hips slowly.
“You’re a good fucking girl,” he groans. “But don’t make Daddy do all the work.”
“Like—this?”
I sit up, then down. Then repeat. Up and down. Bouncing against his balls as his fiery shaft flows inside me. His swollen end kisses a bright and sensitive spot deep within me. A button of euphoria.
“Pur-Perfect,” he grunts.
“Touch my ass, Daddy.”
With both hands he cradles my ass, massaging me as I bounce on him.
Confidence surges and suddenly I’m fully riding him, using his shoulders to lift myself then flow back down. Each time I land on his balls, he groans like he’s going to release.
“Fuck me hard, Daddy.”
His hips snap back and forth. Driving up into me as I rush to meet him mid collision.
My head swims as we sink into this rhythm, disappear into it.
I’ve never had anything else pluck me from reality like this.
But Daddy knows what he’s doing.
He fucks me like his life depends on it.
I clench my thighs tightly around him when I feel another orgasm rushing into me, tendrils of warm pleasure gripping and making everything tight.
He gasps and presses his hands even firmer against me.
When I break, I gaze at him through pleasure-blurred eyes. His mouth is tight as he stares at me. Struggling not to cum inside my pussy.
“Do it, Daddy,” I scream. “Cum in my pussy.”
“It’s the—only place—my cum—belo …”
He can’t finish the word.
He roars and buries his face against my breasts, hugging me tight to him as he bites down on my flesh. The sweet stinging sensation adds to the pleasure. We rock together as our shared crescendo deafens us, his cock pulsing as a seemingly never-ending flow of cum shoots inside.
Finally, I slide onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling as the room spins then settles.
He pulls me into his arms. Strokes his hand through my hair. “You tasted so fucking good,” he murmurs.
