I can barely take the deep breath he’s asking for, but I try… for him. On an exhale, he grabs both clamps and quickly removes them from my nipples in one swift movement. The blood rushes back, creating a blissful sting that shoots straight to my already engorged clit.
“Ahhhhh,” I yell. I seriously hope they soundproofed these rooms, or people will think he’s legitimately hurting me in here. He is hurting me, but he’s also tearing down every wall I ever built around my heart in the process. I love every second of the pain he gives me, so much it takes me all of four seconds before I’m fucking myself aggressively into another orgasm and the sounds of my release fill the room.
I’m still riding the wave of a very intense orgasm when he hoists me off the still moving dildo, causing me to gasp at the loss.
“Please tell me you’re about to fill me up, Daddy. I feel so empty.”
“Lean forward and stay on your hands and knees for me.” He places a quick kiss at my temple before pulling the sybian away and shoving it off to the side.
My pussy is sore and swollen after being fucked by a literal machine, but I need the real thing. I’m pretty sure I earned it. I turn my head and am thankful to see he never put his dick away, and it’s still rock hard, ready to go. Seeing my man, stroking himself and ready for me, has my cunt eager to come all over again.
I know he wants me to tell him what I need, so I lock my eyes with his. “What are you waiting for Daddy? You promised me your cock. I’m waiting.” It feels so fucking good to say it. He must like it too, because his eyes widen with lust and need.
Kneeling behind me, he pushes my head to the floor and lines his cock up with my slick entrance.
“I did promise you my cock, but you’ll take it how I want to give it.” He thrusts his entire length into my swollen cunt in one swift motion causing me to groan at the sudden pressure. “And you’ll fucking love it.”
He pounds into me, hard and fast. “Better come while you can, sweet girl. I spent so much time torturing you, this isn’t going to take long.”
And just like that, I’m coming again.
“Ah,” he grunts. “I can feel your tight cunt squeezing my fucking cock.” I spasm tightly around him, as his heavy balls slap against my sensitive clit. “You’re going to take all of my cum in this tight hole of yours. If you weren’t on birth control, I’d fuck a baby into you so goddamn fast.”
I’m not sure why he said it, but I also don’t fucking care. I never thought I’d want kids because I never thought I had what it took to be a good mother. Hearing him tell me something so intimate and raw has me imagining it’s true. I envision my belly growing with his child and him being the amazing father I know he’d be.
Emotions flood my senses as I start pistoning my hips, fast and hard against his pelvis, relentlessly fucking his cock. My grunts and groans, combined with his, are so erotic I can’t hold off any longer.
“Don’t stop fucking my cock, baby. I’m gonna come,” he commands.
“Please Daddy. I need your cum,” I plead and then he’s coming… hard, slamming into me one final time.
I look over my shoulder and his eyes are closed. When he opens them, his soul is bared to me. We’re both out of breath and it’s at this moment, I realize I need to tell him–
“I love you.”
58
Ryker
“Here, drink this,” I order, handing her the cold glass of water. I carried her to bed once we finished, since I’m pretty sure her legs weren’t going to do the job of holding her up. “I’m gonna grab something to clean you up. Are you cold?”
“A little,” she admits.
I have a feeling she reached some level of sub-space, based on the dazed out, hazy look on her face.
“My body is buzzing and I feel shaky, almost like I’m drunk,” she explains. There’s a lilt in her voice that wasn’t there before. A quiet calm. “My brain feels clear, but also fuzzy. I don’t understand how that’s possible.”
“I think you’re experiencing some kind of subspace.”
“How would you… or I know?”
“We wouldn’t. It’s different for everyone, but the far off spaced out look on your face, right now? I just have a feeling that’s what yours looks like.”
I wet the soft cloth with warm water and wring it out. “Spread your legs, sweet girl. Once Daddy’s done cleaning you up, I’ll get you a warm blanket.”
Swiping the cloth through her red, swollen folds, I clean my girl with a care and precision I’ve never used with anyone else. When I finish, I cover her as promised.
“I love you too,” I confess.
