Fucking ‘daddy.’
I growl my approval and slide my cock between the fabric and her pussy.
She’s so fucking wet, so warm, I slip easily up and down her slit. I have to angle myself so that the length of my shaft is in contact with her or I’ll risk slipping inside her accidentally. As much as I want to do that—as much as I’d fucking give up everything to do that—I can’t risk setting her back in her healing process.
I slide my length up and down her pussy, fucking her folds, the oil-soaked panties wrapped around me. Pushing up further, I groan watching the head of my cock poke up into the panties, then slide back down between her ass cheeks.
“Do you like that, sweet girl?”
“Love it. I love it,” she gasps. “Will you rub my clit with your cock, please, daddy?”
Holy shit. I point my cock down so the head hits her click with every stroke and keep sliding against her. She moans, rocking against me, her hands behind her back grabbing for me. I grip her hands with my free hand, using the other to guide my cock hard against her clit in the short, hard strokes she like. Holding onto my hand, she arches her back and lifts off the bed, her tits bouncing with every stroke.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Gi. Bound, bent over, getting your pussy rubbed in your soaking wet panties. You’re going to make daddy come so hard, sweet girl.”
“Where—tell me where you’re going to come, daddy.” Her voice stutters and skips as she swallows hard.
“I’m going to rub my cock on your pussy and ass and shoot my cum all over your wet panties. Do you like that, baby?”
She moans, rocking against me harder and faster, too close to coming to answer.
I bend over her back, my mouth closer to her ear as I rub my cock against her clit at a punishing pace. “Come for me, sweet girl. Come hard for me. Squirt all over my cock.”
Her rhythm picks up, frantic, desperate, and she screams my name like a mantra into the blankets as she does exactly that, soaking my cock, and dripping down her thighs.
I release her hands and grab her hips, pushing my cock under her panties and between her ass cheeks, oiled and wet, squeezing her round ass around me as much as I can. When I come, I come hard, groaning her name, my cum spurting out from under her panties and over her bound hands, over her ass, coating her lower back.
Breathing hard, I admire my handiwork, then rub my cum into her skin, rocking my dick against her softly.
It takes every ounce of self control I have not to rip off her panties and push inside her, to fuck her hard and fast until she’s screaming for me, clawing new scars into my skin.
Instead, I pull the hair tie off her wrists and scoop her into my arms. As I carry her back to the bathroom to clean us up, she nestles into my chest, purring contentedly.
My girl. Safe in my arms.
35
Giovanna
Iwake up in the dark, naked, Tommy behind me in bed, his arms wrapped around me, his breath warm against the back of my neck. The room is quiet, the air edged with the chill that comes when fall turns into winter in Brooklyn.
Tugging the blankets up around us, I nestle back against him, feeling his heartbeat against my back. I pull his arm tighter around me and guide his hand to cup my breast.
He shifts behind me, murmuring something into my hair. His cock begins to harden, and I press my ass against him, sighing softly.
Sleepily, he wraps around me tighter, curving his body to fit mine. I rock into him gently, an easy rhythm, and relax against his hard chest. His mouth travels down, brushing his warm lips against the pulse that is steadily quickening in my neck, and I turn my face into my pillow, giving him more access.
He lets go of me long enough to reach between us, moving his hard cock between the tops of my thighs, pushing between my folds. My eyes flutter open at the sensation, every nerve ending awake. I’m already wet for him, and he slides easily back and forth, breathing my name in my ear.
The head of his cock slips and breaches my entrance. He freezes, and my breath catches. Seconds tick by as neither of us moves, then he bites into the back of my neck and rocks into me slowly, the head of his cock moving no deeper but tapping gently into my entrance walls.
Everything about this feels perfect: the way we fold into each other, his mouth on my neck, his cock between my thighs. Most of all, the way he lets me choose the how and he makes it happen.
He pushes his fingers into my mouth, and I suck on them while he rubs against me, then he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to my clit and sliding them back and forth.
“You feel that, Gi?” he murmurs in my ear.
I nod, tears burning behind my eyes.
