Page 23 of Cheese Daddy

His entire cock slid inside of her, invading her, making her feel so full, she could barely breathe—being folded in half wasn’t exactly helping with that, either.

Moving his hand back to where it had been, Daddy began rubbing her clit in those slow, torturous circles again just as he began to pull out. Bree cried out, making the headboard creak as she gripped it even tighter. The sensation of his withdrawal was somehow more intense than the insertion.

“Oh God…”

He thrust back in, filling her up.

“You can just call me Daddy, sweetheart.”

If he hadn’t had his cock up her ass, she might have tried to hit him.

Instead, she whimpered again as he began to fuck her, slowly and tenderly but with firm strokes that sent sensations spiraling through her. She could feel every inch of him moving inside her, the well-lubed channel unable to resist, while his thumb kept stroking her swollen clit.

He pinched her nipple, and her back arched again, thrusting her down on his cock as he drove in, and they moaned in unison. His strokes began to come harder, faster, and she cried out at the slick burn of friction, the hot need that pulsed through her as he moved his thumb over her clit in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Daddy! Oh… fuck…” Bree had read about women orgasming during anal, but part of her hadn’t really believed it was possible. It was starting deep inside her, a different sensation from her usual orgasms, an oddly full feeling that swelled until it burst and washed over her. The waves rocked her as Owen’s thumb rubbed her clit, his cock ravaging her with harder, deeper thrusts.

It was pure bliss.

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Owen

Watching Bree splinter apart while he fucked her ass, her cries filling his ears, was everything Owen wanted. The sight, the sound, the exquisite feel of her ass gripping his dick was wrecking his self-control. She clenched around him, her muscles spasming, massaging his cock as he thrust deep into her over and over again, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Bree had already tipped over the edge. His headboard creaked as she writhed on his cock. Her pussy was glossy with her cream, making it easy for him to rub her slippery clit and keep the waves of her orgasm flowing.

She tightened again, the ring of her ass gripping the base of his cock, and Owen groaned as he hit his own limit.

“Fuck… Bree…” Her muscles rippled, milking him as he began to throb inside her, filling her bowels with his cum. Leaning forward, he was buried as deeply in her as he could get, shuddering with his own climax as the release sapped his strength and made him slump.

Gentle hands moved up to run over his shoulders and face into his hair.

Letting her legs go, so they slowly slid down to the bed, Owen lowered his lips for a kiss. Their bodies pressed together, his cock softening and slipping out.

“That was… wow.” She grinned up at him when he finally ended the kiss, reaching up to brush strands of hair away from his face. Owen grinned back down at her.

“You’re always ‘wow,’ sweetheart.”

“So are you, Daddy. But I’m not calling you ‘God’ again.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t want you to get too big a head.”

“I’ll show you my big head.”

She laughed, shaking her head while she kept playing with his hair.

“Can you not be serious?”

“Sure, I can be serious.” He let his cheesy grin fade. “I love you, Bree.”

“I love you too, Cheese Daddy.”

“Now, who’s not being serious?” he asked, shaking his head and pushing himself up so he could flip her over, freshly fucked bottom in the air.

“Hey!”

“Oh, you earned this spanking, sweetheart. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Not that this would be a punishment spanking… not at all. She’d earned it because she was perfect.

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