I’m still in my soaking-wet clothes when she comes out in a towel. I grab her and pull her down on my waist.
She tries to turn around to face me, to kiss me.
“No. I want to pretend that you’re someone else.”
I fuck my half-hard cock into her pussy until the thought of coming in her has me good and hard.
I pull her off long enough to roll on a condom, then I’m fucking up into her, grabbing her tits, smelling her wet hair in my face.
My fingers find her clit.
I want her to come.
I want us to come together.
I want to feel like this is something more.
I want her to fall for me, fall in love with me.
She’s making those panting, gasping noises.
“Shit, you do sound better than any porn star.”
“Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, you feel so good, so good,” she slurs as I fuck up into her. “So good in my pussy, Daddy.”
Her breath has these little high-pitched hitches.
“I’m gonna… You’re gonna make me… Oh, Daddy, I’m gonna…”
Then she’s coming on me, with my dick deep inside of her, and it feels so good to feel her pussy come around my cock.
I throw her down on the bed; she’s all smiley and pink-cheeked, sprawled out there under me.
“Yeah, I’m never letting you go,” I breathe.
“Yeah, you still wanna fuck me, Daddy?”
She reaches for my cock; I hiss when she rolls my balls in her hand.
“I told you I’m tying you up here so I can fuck you whenever I want.”
I kiss her tits.
“You can fuck me whenever you want,” she gasps. “You don’t need to tie me up.”
I have that stupid collar she brought over the other day, and I lock it around her neck, cinching it a little too tight.
It sparkles on her neck; my name is emblazoned on the metal tag.
“Mine,” I whisper to her, thrilled with the fear in her eyes. “I told you, I want you to hate me, not love me. Your hate makes me hard.”
I grind my cock against her thigh.
God, I want to eat her pussy.
In my wet pocket, my phone rings.
I dig it out, intending to throw it so I can revel in the fear in her eyes.
