“I want you to use that big cock of yours to plow me as hard as youcan,” she screamed. “Fuck me, Daddy, please!”
Satisfied with her obedient response and subservience to me, now she deserves her reward.
“As you wish, sweetheart.” I said right before I pressed my hard cock against her center. Without any warning I thrust into her vigorously as she wrapped her legs around me and held on tight, her nails digging into my flesh leaving a delightful sting behind.
Thrust after thrust, I pushed my cock deeper into her tight pussy.
“You’re taking me so well,” I cooed. I was doubtful she could hear me through her own moans that grew louder with each relentless motion.
My fingers wrapped around her throat as I found my rhythm, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust.
“That’s right my little slut, show Daddy how bad you want it.”
Her body sliding up toward the head board a little more each time, I gave it my all and plowed into her with no mercy.
I felt her body start to tense underneath my hold.
“Oh God,” she screamed, straining her voice.
I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, “You pronounced my name wrong, Delaney. It’s Daddy.”
How did it taste…
Delaney
It felt like my body was on fire as he fucked me harder than before. I rocked my hips into him deeper, wanting more, wanting to take all of him.
The grunts and moans escaping from his lips had me in a frenzy. My mind fogged from the pleasure,I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the growing heat forming in my belly, my body tensed preparing for my release. I didn’t know if I was supposed to wait for his permission or let go – but I didn’t care.
I threw my head back in complete ecstasy, chasing this intense ever growing need, finally releasing as I moaned, “oh god!”
He whispered in my ear, his muffled words pushing me over the edge.
“You pronounced my name wrong, Delaney –it’s Daddy.”
Just then it came crashing through me as my body exploded like an angry tidal wave finally nearing the shore. From head to toe I shook underneath him, my body consumed by the complete euphoria of it all. My orgasm surged through my body in waves as I felt my every muscle contracting and my back arching up offof the bed.
I felt my body give out after the intensity subsided and as exhaustion took over. His tattooed arm wrapped around my waist holding me in place as he thrusted one more time with a groan that forced its way from deep in his chest as he found his own release.
Still all the way inside of me, he dropped his head against my chest as we both fought to control our breathing, sweaty from our bodies moving together.
I wrapped my arms around his neck holding him close to me. I wanted to take off the blind fold and see the man behind the mask in this raw state of vulnerability, as we both laid there in each other’s arms.
I raised my hand but when my hand grasped the fabric, he stopped me. He held my hand in his and pressed his lips to my knuckles.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
I felt the mattress shift beneath me, the sudden loss of his warmth the only memory of his presence. I heard him turn the sink on in the bathroom then a few seconds later he was back on the bed pushing my thighs apart.
Oh my god he’s not gonna…
I jumped at the touch of his hand, I tried to close my thighs but he fought against it.
“Let me take care of you,” he ordered.
Suddenly my legs were spread wide open and he was wiping a warm cloth across my intimate places cleaning the mess he had just made.
I could have died. Right then.
