Vito’s breathing becomes ragged but still somehow controlled, and his pulse hammers in his throat and temple, making him appear angry. Though I know he isn’t. He’s just as immersed in the pleasure as I am.
Releasing his head with a pop, I smile up at him. “You taste like salted caramel, Daddy.” Flicking out my tongue, he growls and drags me up his body with the hand in my hair.
“Fucking cocktease,” he mutters before slamming his mouth across mine briefly, forcing his tongue to fuck in and out of my mouth as his hands move to my waist, where he easily sheds my clothes, then tosses me on the bed. “You want to be a little slut, I’ll treat you like one.”
Holding my breath, my teeth sink into my lip as he strips bare, then prowls onto the bed with me. “Daddy?” I breathe out, afraid but exhilarated. “Don’t hurt me, Daddy.” I flip over, presenting my ass to him, utterly curious about this spanking.
His hot and heavy hands land on each globe, massaging the thick flesh as he presses his thighs against the back of me and his dick between the cheeks. Feeling the fluid drop onto my heated skin, I moan.
“Fuck, you really are a good girl, aren’t you?” Pressing the top half of my body to the sheets below, my head turns, and I watch him study every inch of me like there’ll be a test afterwards. I’ve never been worshipped like this before.
“Please, Daddy, please.” The last word breaks as he pumps his hips back and forth, touching me in ways nobody has. “I’ll be good.”
His eyes whip to mine, and in them, I no longer see Vito, the sweet customer who has captured my attention for months. He’s Daddy, the man who’ll dominate and direct my pleasure like it’s his own.
I can’t wait.
“Don’t fucking move. Don’t make a single sound. I want complete fucking submission, is that clear, sugar?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Watching as his hand lifts and slaps down on my flesh, I feel the excess jiggle before the sting registers. Tears spring to my eyes as my teeth sink into my cheek.
“What the fuck did I just say?”
Opening my eyes, I keep my mouth shut this time, and he smirks as he wallops me three more times. Each in different spots, each time rubbing the sting away and replacing it with the warmth of his palm.
“Good girl,” he mutters, brushing his harsh fingertips up my spine, tracing the bumps of the bones until he touches the back of my neck. “This is going to hurt, and then it’s going to feel so fucking good.” Using the emotion in my eyes to relay that it’s okay, his cocky smirk returns.
Securing me in place with the hand on my neck and the other guiding his cock to my entrance, he flicks and pinches my clit to make me squirm before slamming in and holding my body still by placing a hand on my hip and squeezing hard.
“Good girl, fuck, this is beautiful.” While I might have broken my own hymen with toys, I’ve never had anything as huge as Vito inside of me. And it fucking hurts. “Tight perfection,” he praises as I slowly settle down.
As much as I want to scream, I hold back. Wiggling a little but not moving too much. Obeying him seems to be ingrained in me. If it pleases him, then I want to do it. I want to be his peace when he comes home.
Draping his body across my back, he pushes my hair away from my face and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to start moving now, and I want you to be as still and quiet as possible. Every noise you make, every move you make, and I’m going to spank this gloriously thick ass of yours.” He waits for my answer, but I give none, doing just as he said. “Fuck, you really are a good girl. You’ll do anything to please your Daddy, won’t you?”
I don’t know what to do or say, so I squeeze the walls around his length, and we share a moan of pleasure together. The pain of his invasion has settled down, and I’m eager for him to move.
“Perfect.” His lips linger on my cheek, his breath hot as he begins to pull out before ramming back in. A whimper escapes this time, but I feel his smile against my face. “I knew you were the perfect Daddy’s Girl the day we met. My addiction to you was so fucking overwhelming, I thought I was going insane. Turns out, I was preparing to be the perfect man for you.”
Humming in my throat, I push back against each thrust, the sounds of our lovemaking are obscene and beautiful. He moves ruthlessly, giving me all of himself, and yet, I still feel as though he’s holding back, and I don’t like it.
Braving his wrath, I whisper, “Daddy?”
He freezes, halting completely before his cold gaze jettisons to mine. Anger mingles with lust, and he snaps, “What?”
“You’re restraining yourself,” I gush out quickly, making it easier.
Startled at my insight, his stern eyes soften, pooling like milk chocolate again. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His finger traces my face, following the path with sensual kisses until his lips cover mine. “It’d kill me if I hurt you, sugar.”
I shock us both by saying, “I want you to hurt me. I want all of you. Every single time. Please don’t hold back, Daddy. Not with me.” He shakes his head back and forth.
“How are you everything I never knew I needed?” It’s rhetorical, so I stay silent. “Alright, good girl, you got it. Daddy won’t hold back anymore.” I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I begged for that. “Remember, no moving, but now I want to hear your cries. Your begging. Scream nice and loud for Daddy.”
Fear embraces me in a sensual tug-of-war of excitement and hesitation. Sitting up, he stretches my thighs as far apart as he can, which has my hips protesting from the strain. Splitting my ass cheeks apart, I watch as he spits on the taut hole, then moves a hand forward and begins massaging it with his thumb before pushing in.
“As soon as my dick is done with this pussy, I’m taking this ass. There’ll be no resting in between. No time to adjust. I’m fucking this tight bud as hard as my body will allow. Understand, sugar?”
