Page 5 of Daddy’s Filthy Obsession

When she was relaxed and gasping I shut off the shower, dried her off, and carried her back to bed.

“I can’t get enough,” I said as I buried my head between her thighs and ate her out in long, slow licks that had her legs shaking.

“More, daddy.”

I gave my girl what she wanted by sucking her clit while my fingers worked her open, pumping those digits in and out while my tongue never stopped. When she came again, I groaned into her pussy like the taste of her orgasm was the only thing that had ever mattered.

When she was loose and sated on the bed, I climbed up and braced my knees on either side of her shoulders, and fed my cock into her mouth. She took me so well, and I fucked her throat in slow, controlled strokes while she looked up at me with wide eyes, the moans coming from her vibrating along my dick.

She hollowed out her cheeks, and I grew harder when spit ran down her chin and out the corners of her mouth. I wiped it with my thumb and smeared it along her cheeks, marking her up real good.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “Taking your daddy’s cock so deep in your throat.”

And I did just that, my self-control fucking gone. I came long and loud, pumping spunk into her mouth, hearing her swallow it, then pulled out so milky white ropes could cover her lips and chin. I growled watching my seed drip down onto her chest.

My whole body shook as I pushed the head of my cock back between her lips so she had to swallow around me one more time. I stayed there for a few seconds, breathing hard, staring down at the mess I’d made of her.

Then I pulled free, wiped a smear of cum from her chin with my thumb, and dragged her up against my chest. She was still shaking, and I moved beside her so I could hold her close. I had one hand buried in her hair, the other tracing slow circles on her back while our heart rates came back down.

“Mine,” I said against her temple, voice rough. “You understand that?”

She nodded against my throat, too wrecked to do much more than that.

I stayed like that for a long time, just breathing her in, feeling the way her body slowly relaxed into mine. The house was quiet around us because no one else existed. No rules, social rules, or consequences.

Just the two of us and the line we’d finally crossed.

After a while I reached for the discarded shirt on the floor and cleaned her face and chest as gently as I could. Mallory let me tend to her and watched me with those soft, dazed eyes that I loved so much.

When I was finished I tossed the shirt aside and pulled the covers up over both of us. Mallory curled into my side even further, and I wrapped an arm around her and stared at the ceiling, listening to her breathing even out.

This was wrong on every fucking level, but now she was in my bed with my cum still on her body and the repercussions looming over us.

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and closed my eyes.

There was no going back from this, but I was ready for hell if that’s what waited for me because I wasn't giving this–her–up.

CHAPTER FIVE

A few days had passed since we crossed the line and there was no going back. I still couldn’t keep my hands off her.

We moved through the house like we were the only two people left in the world, but the risk of someone noticing sat under everything we did.

That night I made her dinner, poured her wine, and listened to her tell me about every aspect of her life while she was away.

I was transfixed, hanging onto every single word that came out of her lush, beautiful, and perfect lips.

Later on, I had her on her back again, knees pushed wide, my cock sliding in and out of her cunt in long, filthy strokes. The wet sound of it filled the room. Her hands were pinned above her head and I couldn’t stop staring at her face. Every little change in her expression pulled me under farther. I was under her spell and never wanted to wake.

“You feel how deep I am?” I asked, voice low. “That’s me wanting only you. That’s knowing this is so wrong, but I can’t stop wanting and touching you. I used to come into my hand thinking about this moment, knowing how fucking perfect you’d feel wrapped around my cock. You’re never getting free of me. I don’t even know how to want anything else.”

She came around me with a broken sound. I kept going, grinding against her clit until she was shaking and oversensitive, because stopping didn’t feel possible. Then I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up to meet mine.

I gathered the wetness from her pussy, spread her open, and used my fingers and spit to lube her up. I took the time to get her ready before notching the head of my cock against her tight hole. Mallory pushed back into me, and I eased inside, giving her body time to adjust before sinking deeper. Her breath caught, turning into a cry as I filled her. I gripped her hips and gave her every inch, slower at first until her body relaxed around me.

“This is what you do to me,” I said, the words coming out rough. “You turn me into a monster… a primal fucking beast that can’t stop. And now I get to have you the way I’ve wanted since the day I realized I was never going to stop. I’m so fucking lost in you I can’t see straight.”

I reached under her and rubbed her clit while I fucked her ass. She came again, harder this time, and I pulled out right at the edge, stroked myself fast over her lower back, and came across her skin in thick ropes. It dripped down between her ass cheeks, and I just stared at it for a second, something lewd and obscene moving through my chest.