I make a helpless noise.
“You don’t come unless I let you, you understand?” he hisses, taking his fingers out of my mouth. “I asked—”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His cum explodes in me as his balls empty out, filling me with his cum while I have to kneel there and take it.
Like a slut.
Like his little cum slut.
His cock comes out of me with a sick noise that goes straight to my clit.
“Run.”
“What?” I whimper, turning to blink at him.
He looks bored and impossibly tall above me.
“I said run.” He grabs the olive oil bottle and smashes it on the edge of the table. “Or I’m fucking you up the ass with this bottle.”
“Shit!” Legs trembling, I rush back through the house.
I feel him behind me, chasing me, periodically reaching to grab me, to push me against the wall, to grab my tits, to pinch my nipple, to rub my sore, aching pussy.
He doesn’t kiss me, though, and I want that.
I want the closeness.
I want to know that this is real, that this means he likes me, that he wants me, that I’m more than a stand-in for his sick fantasy.
I’m finally back in the main hallway with the oversized windows out to the city. There’s light from the city; I can see. I rush to the front door.
He grabs me, jerking me back. I land hard, grabbing the banister to keep from crashing, but I’m down, my legs splayed on the stairs.
Then I groan, from deep inside, as that thick cock suddenly thrusts inside of me, taking my pussy because he owns it now.
He fucks me once, twice, then pulls out.
“I want to cum inside of you.” He slams back in. “You want me to give you a baby?”
Sort of?
I shake my head; I don’t know what the right answer is.
He grabs my hair, twisting me around.
“Then suck my dick.” He thrusts my head to the thick, hard cock jutting out of his pants. “Suck it.”
The zipper scrapes my chin.
I only know how to do this in theory.
I try to clumsily suck him, one hand on the base as I lick and inexpertly suck the head of his cock. I take a deep breath, rise up on my shaking knees, and take him deeper in my mouth, rolling his balls in my hand like that teen magazine said to do.
I allow myself to stroke my clit a few times before I grab onto his belt with both hands so I can really try and give head.
He hisses, pulling me off.
