Swat! Swat!
“I’m a dirty girl, Daddy. I’m so dirty!”
“Tell me more.”
Her thighs stung as they endured four more swats.
“What do you want to be?”
Trixie didn’t know where the words came from as they spilled from her quivering lips, but it was evident they’d been buried somewhere deep inside her, just waiting to burst free.
“I want to be Daddy’s little fuckdoll! Please, Sir! I’m… Daddy’s… fuckdoll!”
That must have sent John over the edge, because he smashed his lips hard against her throbbing pussy and feasted ferociously.
Trixie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. The room spun, making her feel as if she would actually fly off the bed if she wasn’t tied down.
That climax rolled into another, and only after it subsided did John pull away. But the ravenous look in her eyes told her he was still hungry.
Daddy clearly wasn’t finished with his little fuckdoll.
He still had plans.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
There wasn’t a thing Trixie could do—or a place she could go—as Daddy got on top of her and thrust his cock between her legs.
And it was just the way she wanted it.
Even though she wanted to take all of him, she still pulled against the restraints as instinct demanded she try and resist the monster cock that was invading her pussy.
“I’ll go slow,” Daddy promised her as he slid in past the tip.
That was enough to have her groaning, “Daddy!” through gritted teeth.
He kissed her fiercely, the taste of her wetness transferring to her own lips.
A few seconds passed, and Trixie thought she’d adjusted. But when John slid deeper, she tried to twist free from her restraints.
What she experienced was pure bliss.
“Deeper, Daddy. Deeper,” she begged.
She instantly wondered if she’d regret those words. Shouldn’t she take him up on his offer to take it slow?
Her passion wouldn’t allow it. She needed to experience all of Daddy right now!
The potential pain was a price she was willing to pay.
Thankfully, she soon realized it didn’t hurt.
It was heavenly. Waves of intense pleasure billowed over her. The more Daddy filled her, the deeper into the throes of ecstasy she fell.
“Harder, Daddy!”
The look on his face indicated he was hesitant. She gave him the best pouty eyes she could and said, “Please, Daddy. I need it hard.”
It felt strange talking like that. Somehow, John had helped let go and drop all those inhibitions she’d carried around for years.
