I nodded into his throat.
“Good girl. Now breathe.”
I exhaled. He timed the pressure with it. A soft, warm release spread beneath me, dripping between us.
“There she is…” He kissed the side of my head. “My perfect girl. You’re doing so well.”
My entire body trembled.
“More?” he whispered.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Your body knows Daddy. It always has. Let me help.”
His fingers shifted, deeper, but still soft. Slow sweeps that matched the rhythm of my breathing, coaxing. I gasped into his shoulder.
“That’s it,” he praised again, sounding almost reverent. “Such a good sub. You’re giving Daddy everything.”
My thighs shook.
“I know baby, I know. It’s a lot. But you can keep going. Mm. Can you do it for me? Please baby, let daddy keep milking your pussy.”
God. Damn. His mouth. I was breathless, no energy left.
“Daddy…Can… can you do it?”
He stilled for a heartbeat. “Do what, sweetheart?”
“Get it all out,” I whispered. “You know how.”
He closed his eyes, forehead dropping to mine.
His touch changed, still gentle, but firmer, rhythmic. The precise angle he always used when he wanted everything. The pressure that made my hips lift without thought, my breath catch, my whole body tense the way it did right before.
“Oh—”
“Yeah. Thats what you needed wasn’t is? Such a perfect little sub.”
I arched, speechless, the pressure building.
“That’s my girl, say the name that makes you wet.” He kissed my neck, “and fucking ruins me.”
My mouth moved, but no sound came out. I tried. And the look he gave me, watching me. It finished me.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Let it go, baby. Give Daddy every drop. I’m right here.”
My body arched. His pace was restlessly. Heat surged. And then…everything broke.
A deep, overwhelming gush spilled out of me, flooding his hand, his dick, the couch beneath us. It didn’t stop. It kept coming, pulsing out of me in waves I couldn’t control, couldn’t even process.
He moaned low, shaking.
“Oh baby—good girl —such a good fucking girl for daddy —look at you.”
I collapsed against him, and weightless.
He eased the pressure immediately, hand sliding up to hold my waist, steady me, ground me.
