It’s so hot, milk sprays from my exposed nipple in little white glistening arcs.
I move against his forward pressure, wanting more, more, all of him. Those thick veins throb in my opening as the heavenly sensation of being filled by my Daddy takes me in waves of lust and wonder.
“Good girl. You’ve learned to take Daddy like a champ. Sweet and dirty. My private little cockslut. That’s what you are for me, right, baby?”
Harsh fingers squeeze each breast as he sticks out his tongue, milk spraying over the hard angles of his face as his cock slides in and out, finding my limits then retreating before driving forward again and again.
My sopping wetness makes obscene noises as Jesse’s mouth returns to suckle, harder, harder. He pulls and draws and fucks, jarring my insides and blanking my mind.
It’s a privilege to have him like this. So full of me, so pleasured and fulfilled by what my body offers. We are joined in ways I didn’t understand two people could be.
“Daddy makes it feel so good,” I mutter in celebratory honesty as his hips churn in deeper, longer strokes, matching the long suckling of his hot mouth.
We fit together like that for long, pleasure-filled minutes, until the urges take over, and I beg for what I know only he can give me.
“Put it inside me. All of that cream, Daddy. I want to feel special.”
His eyes glide upward, darkness taking them at my words, and he curses around my flesh until he finally releases my breast, covering me, bringing his forehead to the top of my head and stuffing every inch of his thickness into my welcoming body.
“You are special. You're the only special girl that will ever know Daddy’s cock. And it’s the only cock my special girl will ever know, isn’t that right?”
I nod, mouth wide, begging him to move, move, move, as he rakes his teeth down my neck to the nape.
His hips move faster, harder, frantic and desperate.
“I put all that cream inside you and made you my special girl. Made you round with me, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I huff between thrusts as that tension starts to gather behind my belly button. “I’m always here to be special for you. Only you. Always you.”
The tremors start in my core, bolting outward, up and down and around and around, turning things inside me outward, wrong into right and light into dark.
“Daddy!”
His breathing is ragged, his pace wild as he chases down the pleasure that’s tearing me apart.
“That’s right, I’m your fucking Daddy. My tight, wet little girl. I have to fight off every motherfucker that looks your way. They see how special you are. They all want what’s mine. But no one will ever touch my girl but me.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“You’re a good girl. You fuck like I trained you, just for me. You take my cock like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life. And you have, haven’t you, baby? Waited for this cock your whole life?”
It’s true, and I nod into the next wave of orgasm as he follows me over the precipice. The delicate muscles of my insides do that magical dance as I squeeze around him, wanting to give him everything he wants or needs. An explosion of warmth fills me, giving me a dark satisfaction, knowing that I offer this man all of me, and it makes him come undone every time.
What a gift.
The orgasms rock us together until we are panting and spent. Jesse’s hand is on the top of my head when we come down, his head resting on mine, my breasts clenched in each of his hands.
I love his manly, incoherent sounds after he comes.
He’s so much more than I thought I could have, but everything I wanted.
He’s the only man I ever loved.
He gives me the permission to be me, but the boundaries to stay safe. Delicate, invisible chains that I never want to be unshackled from. I keep them, always, around my heart.
“I love you, baby. Always.”
“I love you too, Daddy. Always.” I wriggle and writhe, and then something happens. “Daddy?”
