Page 92 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

“Breathe, my love,” he whispers.

I do, closing my eyes and sinking into the warm sensation washing over me. “Fuck me.”

I twist my nipple again and a high-pitched whimper escapes me. “Try that again, Princess.”

His name for me always makes my insides melt and I submit to him every time. “Please, Daddy,” I beg him. “Fuck my pussy.”

“Better,” he says. He slows his hand down and shivers run up and down my body, threatening to send me to the floor. He lets me go and turns me around. He lifts me off my feet and carries me to the daybed.

He drops me on the bouncy mattress and a rush of laughter escapes me. Smiling down at me, he takes off his T-shirt, tossing it across the room, then he starts undoing his pants.

“How about a little challenge?” he says.

I sit up on my elbows. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve got a couple of hours until the wedding.” He pulls down his pants and his cock stands up on it’s own, harder than I’ve ever seen it. It actually looks several inches bigger than before. “How many times do you think you can come for me?”

I give him a coy look, then I slide my own fingers between my legs. He smiles and says, “Not like that. Not as long as I’m here.”

He grabs my ankles and pulls me to him. I slide to the edge of the bed and he leans in and kisses me, his breath mixing with mine with the deepest kiss. I slide my hand between us, taking hold of his cock and jacking him off between us.

“Give me a number,” I say. “And I’ll do my best.”

“Five,” he says.

I laugh. “Three.”

“All right… but you owe me the rest tonight. With interest.”

With that, pulls away from me and grabs my by my thighs, resting them on his shoulders. He buries his face between them, his warm tongue moving over my lips. I move my hips with him, leaning into him as his tongue finds my clit. It moves in slow circles around and around.

Already my legs are starting to shake. He starts sucking on it, matching the rhythm of my hip movements. I grab his hair and press his face into me.

This first one comes fast, washing over me like warm water. He holds my thighs open as they shake and I cum so hard that have to moan into a pillow to hold it down.

I’m not even over the first hill before he sits up and slaps my pussy. I arch my back, another wave of orgasm taking me. And as he slides his cock up and down my pussy, pressing it into my swollen clit, I have to cry out, “W-Wait. Fuck, wait.”

I pause as I catch my breath. “That’s only one,” he says, then he slides himself inside me, his thumb pressing into my clit.

I start squirming as he fucks me, his thumb rubbing my clit in long strokes. I grab his wrist and he pushes it away. My legs are twitching in rhythm as I grab at his wrist again. This time, he stops, grabbing my arm and pinning it over my head before leaning over me and grabbing me by the throat with his other hand. “Is it too much for you, baby?”

He fucks me in long slow strokes, his dick hitting the sweet spot deep inside me. He squeezes my neck and says, “You can take it, Princess. Take every inch like the queen that you are.”

His thrusts get harder as he chokes me. Before I have any hope of controlling myself, I come. My eyes roll up as my body gives up another orgasm.

He slows down and lifts up, his hands cradling my tits as he continues to fuck me, squeezing and rotating them.

I came so hard that I don’t think I’ve got another in me. “That’s two,” he says. “One more, Princess.”

I sit up on my elbows, moving my hips with his.

“That’s my girl.”

“Come with me this time, Daddy?” I ask, and he smiles. He doesn’t ever deny me when I ask nicely.

He pulls me up until I’m sitting on him. He sucks on my tits while I rock my hips back and forth on his cock. I hold his head in my hands and I’m lost in his arms.

Maybe we won’t get married today. Maybe we can just stay in here fucking all day. That could be nice too.