“Nuh-uh,” he grunts, prying my fingers up and pulling his dick back by its base.
I follow him on my knees.
“But I want it,” I whine.
The sound of my voice instantly makes him yank me up by my arm and back me into his bed. I clamber onto it, desperately pushing my ass in the air, but nothing happens except the vent above the bed blowing a gust of air on my soaking wet middle.
“What you doing?” he croaks from behind me.
I moan back until his heavy palm strikes my ass with so much force that the loudclapechoes throughout his room. Stinging pain prickles across my skin, making me claw my nails into his comforter and moan.
“I asked what you were doing?” he croaks again.
“I…I want you to cum,” I stammer back in a huff, burying my nose in his comforter.
“You want me to cum with you like this?”
“I just want you to cum. I want you to relax.”
“But we’re at home, Lovie—not in my truck at the park. This…this ain’t that.”
“Rich—”
“Turn around.”
I start to twist my body, but he picks me up and turns me over on my back instead of waiting for me to do it. I spread my legs open just like I did on his kitchen counter.
“Ah…” I exhale as the air tickles my engorged clit.
Now there’s only a few inches between his dick and my soaking wet entrance. If I can just slide forward a little, I can ease it inside me.
I scoot forward.
He shakes his head. “You know better. I told you this wasn’t that situation in the park.”
Idid, but this situation is dire too.
He ripped us apart, then put us back together, and now I need him to soothe the parts of us he damaged in the process. I need to show him why he can never do that again.
He stoops down, wrapping his hand around my face and cupping my cheeks.
We stare at each other.
“I love that you control Daddy…” he murmurs, pushing his mouth onto mine and his dick into my slick entrance. “But sometimes Daddy need a lil’ control too. Can I have that in my house?”
An ugly moan bellows from the deepest part of my gut and shoots into his mouth, where he swallows it along with that word that dances up my throat whenever he touches parts of my soul that no other man ever could.
“Can I, Lovie?” he mutters, pulling the tip of his dick out and leaving me empty again.
My body thrashes against the mattress, and I push my pelvis into the air, searching for anyway to get a part of him.
He pushes me back down. “Answer me, baby. Can Daddy have that?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I understand. You wanna do it the right way this time. Now,pleaseput it back in.”
My answer is met with half of his dick being shoved inside me. It feels like our first time all over again, but this time I’m not throwing a fit and forcing his hand. This time we’re doing it the way he begged me to do it back at the park. We’re doing ithisway.
“Look at me,” he grunts under his breath, pushing the rest of his dick inside me. “You lookin, baby?”
