Page 41 of Daddy's Mad Love

“Good girl.”

But I didn’t feel like a good girl. I felt like a very bad, naughty girl as he got me into position on the bed, bent over several pillows tucked underneath my stomach, my bottom high in the air, and my nipples brushing against the bed beneath me. My pussy was aching and empty, but that’s not where he was going to put his cock.

There was a rustle of fabric as he disrobed, then the bed dipped with his weight as he settled in behind me. My breath was coming in fast little pants that got even faster as he got into position, his knees on either side of mine, closing me in.

“Reach back and hold your cheeks open. I want to see you offering your bottom to Daddy.”

It was utterly humiliating, yet it made my pussy clench. Rather than trying to protest, wanting to just get it done, I reached back and curved my hands around my hot cheeks. I could feel the warmth from the spanking searing my palms. My fingers dug into the soft, sensitive flesh as I held myself open for his cock. Not that he needed it—I knew that. This served no purpose other than for his pleasure… and that turned me on too.

The tip of his cock pushed at my entrance, slick and wide, stretching me open. I groaned as he pushed against the resisting ring, panting as the head finally breached me. It hurt, though not as much as I remembered. Because he’d taken more time with me? Because I knew what to expect now?

“Good girl, that’s it. Take Daddy’s cock up your pretty little ass.” His hands caressed my hips before gripping them and thrusting forward. I cried out as he impaled me, his cock going deeper, stretching me wider. I sobbed on a breath as the discomfort increased, bordering on the line of pain, yet I kept my hands in position, holding open my hot cheeks, my pussy fluttering in envy.

He groaned as he bottomed out, his body coming to rest against the backs of my hands and the hot flesh of my chastised cheeks. His fingers flexed on my hips.

“You can let go.”

I did immediately, moving my arms back in front of me to brace myself as he began to thrust hard and fast, using me for his pleasure. I cried out, bearing the discomfort for him, the stinging ache as he moved within me. The raw friction as he retreated, the cramping burn as he pushed in again, all of it sent me reeling as my arousal climbed higher and higher.

I cried out in sobbing gasps, the pain and pleasure spiraling around each other, combining in a hot flash of agonizing ecstasy. His fingers dipped down between my legs, making me buck up against him, my channel spasming around him as he pressed the tips against my clit.

Pure rapture exploded inside me, the pain and pleasure blending into a tumult of erotic bliss that went on and on and on…

Jack

Hailey’s ass gripped me as she came, squeezing the life out of my cock, and I groaned with pleasure as her slick arousal coated my fingers. She was so hot, inside and out, the utterly perfect wife for me in every way.

Burying myself inside her, the heat of her cheeks scorched my flesh as I began to cum. Each pulse of my cock forced my seed past the tight, clenching ring of her anus to spurt deep in her bowels. Her muscles worked, milking me of every last drop until I was left empty and panting, slumping over her.

I moved my fingers in a circle, wringing a few more small shudders of climax from her before I let her slump as well.

“Very good girl,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her back. She made a soft moaning sound.

Compared to our wedding night, this had been almost gentle—only as rough as she and I both needed it. I knew not every night would be like this. I looked forward to the nights when it was more of a struggle, but having herself give her body to me tonight had been a gift I savored.

There would be more ways to earn rewards from her in the future, I was sure of it.

“Oh, Daddy,” she said softly as I pulled myself free from her, then she sighed and slumped even more. The little hole I’d been using gaped slightly. No longer pale from being stretched around my cock, it looked reddened and a little swollen. A tiny trickle of white cum slid from it as her muscles clenched, and it closed up again.

Smiling widely, I pulled her up back against me, her back to my front, my hand curling around her throat to turn her head so I could kiss her. My other hand cupped her breast, caressing her, and I felt her gasp against my lips.

I wondered if she realized that I was nowhere near done with her for the night.

First… a bath to give us both time to recover and clean us up.

Then… I was going to have her all over again.

Which was exactly what we did—I cleaned her up just so I could pin her to the bed and fuck her into oblivion. I made her cum three times on my cock until she was practically begging me to stop before I finally buried myself in her and filled her pussy with my second load of my seed.

Then I straddled her neck. She was half-asleep as she licked the remnants of our lovemaking from my cock and sack, making a little unhappy face at the taste… but she did it, and I savored every moment of it.

Yes, I was going to need to find as many opportunities for rewards in the future as I could.

19

Hailey

Walking into the precinct as a mob boss’ wife rather than a worker was an entirely different experience. Part of it was the clothes I was wearing, part of it was the huge man looming behind me, and part of it was the way my old co-workers now looked at me. I saw Bruce out of the corner of my eye, staring like he’d never seen me before.

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