At that moment, she didn’t feel weird about the way her brain worked or how her thoughts all jumbled together sometimes. It didn’t matter that she could ramble about various topics or lose her train of thought.
And it didn’t matter that she’d never considered herself sexy or experienced when it came to flirting and men and things like that.
Daddy mattered.
This moment mattered.
Their future life together mattered.
And it was all perfect.
John must have felt it, too, because he dropped all pretenses of moving slowly. His measured pace gave way to a frenzied state, the sound of him driving deep into her, his balls slapping against her bottom filled the air, mixing with her moans and his grunts.
As close to the brink as Trixie already was, it didn’t take her long before she came again.
The restraints proved to be sensually torturous as she wanted to shake and jerk but was held in place by them—along with Daddy’s strong body pinning her to the mattress.
It took a moment for the euphoria of the moment to subside for her to realize she never felt the gush of Daddy’s cum filling her.
John kissed her lips, then her neck, and then pulled out and hopped off to the bed.
“What’s… h-happening?” she managed to ask.
“We’re not done, little girl. Just follow Daddy’s lead.”
He unhooked her ankles and then wrists. The freedom felt wonderful and she moved her arms a bit, getting the blood flowing once more.
John lay flat on his back on the bed. Grinning, he said, “Okay, little girl. Climb on. Ride Daddy.”
She giggled, loving the thought of taking charge and straddling him for a moment.
“Oh shit!” she cried as she lowered her pussy onto his throbbing cock.
The feeling of each vein and ridge sliding up into her nearly triggered another orgasm.
It seemed to take forever to sink all the way on it. But a moment later, he was buried to the hilt.
“Good girl. Now ride Daddy.” He reached around and slapped her bottom.
She was still tender, thanks to the spanking she’d had earlier, but the quick jolt of pleasure-pain felt amazing.
Her eyes were closed for a moment as she slowly rode Daddy’s cock. But she just had to see his face, even if she could only keep them open for a moment or two.
She was rewarded by that grin of his, his dimples on display.
It was a devilish smile, and she realized he had something in mind. What was he thinking? What trick could he possibly have left in the bag?
The answer came when he reached for the wand. Clicking it on, it buzzed as he held it right on the spot where their two bodies were melded together.
“Daddy! Shit!”
The tremors started in Trixie’s legs, but pretty soon her entire body was rocked by spasms. Even her toes were curled.
She closed her eyes once again, leaned back a little, and pointed her nose toward the ceiling.
“Oh Daddy. Oh… shit. Daddy!”
The vibration of the wand, combined with massive pole impaling her, had her crumbled into a heap as she came again. It was a hard orgasm that nearly made her black out, but thankfully she retained control of her senses.
