Page 44 of Sugarplum

“That wasn’t what I asked,” he clarified and twisted a little. I wanted to scream but I instead tried to focus on what he was saying. “I don’t care if he was nice to you or not. I asked if he was any good in bed.”

I nodded, “Yes, daddy, he was a little good. He did this thing where he lifted my legs on his shoulder and fucked me in that position. It was so good. I came twice through the whole thing and he managed to spill his cum inside me.”

“He creampied you?” Dylan laughed and let go of my nipple. I let out a sigh of relief. “Well, did you take a pill or something?”

“I did, daddy,” I wanted to get this over with. I just wanted us both to move on past this whole ordeal and then I can focus on pleasing Dylan and forgetting Michael ever existed. “I don’t want to get pregnant with his kids. Eww, no fucking way.”

We then got interrupted by the lady in the window as she passed us our food. Dylan politely handed me my share and for a while we didn’t talk as we ate. He took small bites while driving so I took the initiative and put my food down. With my hands free I took his food and fed him, allowing him to keep his hands on the wheel.

“Sweet,” he commented as we were heading towards a beautiful residential neighborhood. It wasn’t the same one Michael lived in but it was definitely just as gorgeous, if not more. I figured we were heading to Dylan’s place. Maybe I get to play some more.

“Anything for my daddy,” I said and I fed him another bite of his burger.

He chewed and looked at me with a happy face. Were we officially becoming like boyfriend and girlfriend? I honestly had no real idea and there was that fear that maybe for Dylan I was just his sex slave, his “daughter” or his hook-up.

“Before we go in,” he said as we were pulling up into his lot. He drove us straight into his garage where I discovered he had five other different vehicles. One of them was an exquisite SUV and another still looked like a professional racing car. “Before we head in, I do want to make it clear that you need to be punished.”

“Punished?” I tried to hide the fear and I bit my lip down the moment I realized my voice quivered.

Dylan looked at me and caressed my chin with his fingers. He looked into my eyes and I saw a warmth in his gaze. Damn he’s so handsome and he can be so damn sweet.

His fingers caressed my lips and I gave his index finger a soft kiss. My lipstick smudged on his skin and I smiled at him. Dylan smiled back and he then pushed his finger into my mouth. I suckled on it and licked it with my tongue, playing with it as wildly as I could. I wanted to be as naughty as I could in every chance I got with him. I wanted to let him know that I wanted him.

“More, baby bitch,” he commanded me. “Show me how much you want daddy. You wanted me so much you fucked some other cock. You don’t get to fuck any other cock or pussy for that matter without asking for permission first. You don’t get to cum, you don’t get to suck cock or fuck without going through me first.”

“Mmm,” was all I could muster as I focused entirely on sucking his fingers. My mind was receding to the back of my head as I was beginning to lose myself to the moment. His fingers felt more like a cock, thrusting in and out of my mouth, and so I treated it that way.

Suddenly Dylan slid his finger out and I saw him raise his hand --

Slap!

I looked at him with a shocked look. He slapped my face. He just fucking slapped me in the face. Before I could retaliate, however, he grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss.

Don’t panic, idiot. I shut my eyes and kissed him back. Our lips melded together as he began to press in against me and I melted into his advances. When he pushed his tongue inside my mouth I welcomed it and suckled on it hungrily.

I couldn’t stand just leaning in. Without breaking the kiss I took off my seatbelt and straddled up on his lap. He grabbed me tight and bit down on my lip.

“Aah,” I moaned out softly. Instinctively I began to grind my hips against his, trying to feel his cock through his pants pressing against my pussy. I grinded back and forth, just letting it all push up against my womanhood and it made me moan even louder.

Dylan undid the zipper of my skirt and quickly worked on taking it off me. He tossed it down to the back seats and then continued on to nibble on my lips. I shut my eyes and moaned as I felt him begin to descend. His lips danced from my lips to my cheek and he nibbled down on my ear before he lashed his tongue out and licked into my ear, suckling on it like a hungry beast.

“Oh m-my,” I moaned as he continued to kiss and suckle on my neck. Dylan never relented and he continued to kiss me down until he reached my breasts. He took my left nipple into his mouth and nibbled on it. As he sucked down on my tits his hands roamed all across my body, at times pulling me in closer and at other times he would grab and yank on my hair.

With both my hands I pushed his head down and he continued to suckle on my tits. He reached down with one hand and squeezed my ass, making me grind in closer and press his cock up against my pussy. It felt oddly different from our first night and much different from when I was having sex with Michael.

Then it hit me. He’s not just fucking me… he’s making love to me.

I reached down this time and I pulled my thong out of the way to fully expose my pussy. Dylan rushed to undo his zipper and he pulled out his cock. I was already soaking wet between the legs and, unlike my first two times having sex, sliding his cock into me was easier and yet it still felt like a world of pleasure.

All of the sensations of euphoria exploded as soon as I felt his cock thrusting into me, parting my walls and digging upward into me. I wanted to feel him continue to pound and plow into my flesh.

Dylan didn’t try to keep us going for too long. He pumped into me in a consistent rhythm and when I moaned out he signaled with a silent nod that I could cum. I did. I squirted my juices down and I think I got his pants a little soaked. He followed suit though and I felt him fill me up inside with his cum.

There was absolutely no way I was going to take a pill this time. I’d have to wait and see what Dylan wanted to do. If he told me to take a pill I would but if he told me not to and was ready for us to have a kid then I’d gladly jump into it.

Wow, I’m getting too dedicated to him. We’re not even married or anything.

Sweating, exhausted and gratified I stayed on top, with his cock still in me, and leaned forward to rest my head on him. I nuzzled my nose to his neck and just gave a sigh of satisfaction as he embraced me.

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