Page 52 of Imperfect Skin

“Push that arse up for me, lamb. Let me see that perfect little hole of yours.”

Gah, the growly way Cal said that had me wanting to rock down on the bed and rut like a teenager. I moved quickly to do what he said, not wanting to make him wait.

Cal’s hands were warm against my skin as he spread my cheeks. A moan was torn out of me when I felt the warm, flat press of his tongue against my hole. How long had it been since someone had done this to me? I actually drew a mental blank trying to remember, but those thoughts flew away when Daddy Cal’s tongue started lapping at me like he was a tomcat with a saucer of milk. The comparison made me laugh into my arms, and Daddy’s breath huffed against my sensitive hole.

“If you’re laughing, little Mouse, I must be doing it wrong.”

“No, Daddy. If you stop, I’m going to scream.” I smiled into the cradle of my arms. I really would scream. To answer my protest, Daddy bit the globe of my arse again, hard. The skin of my arse was already tender from the spanking, and this extra pain just added to the heavy arousal that was building up in me. Then his tongue was back at my hole, pressing insistently, and it was soon joined by a finger, spreading me open and making me ready for his cock.

I was having a battle of wills with my dick as Daddy slid another finger inside of me roughly. The sting and burn as he stretched me open was almost too good. I just wanted Daddy to replace his fingers with his damn cock. I didn’t need much prep—I loved the ache that filled me up when I was fucked hard.

Daddy pulled away and I felt the urge to yell, but I held my tongue when I heard the sound of rustling from the bedside table. A bottle of lube and a condom were thrown onto the bed beside me, and Daddy moved to sprawl out on his back.

“Our first time, I want to see your face when I make you come, lamb.”

I felt a wave of uncertainty. This wasn’t how it went every other time I’d fucked. For the most part I was just a hole, something to use. Even with Ziggy, he’d only ever fucked me from behind. Looking at Daddy while he fucked me, that sounded too intimate. He’d be able to see my face, my eyes, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hide the depth of my feelings for the guy if he was looking at me while I rode his cock.

“Lamb, come here.” It was a gentle command, but a command nonetheless, and impossible for me to deny. I crawled slowly up his body, keeping my eyes lowered, focusing on the miles of dark ink that covered his skin.

“Baby, look at me, please.”

My stomach did a stupid fluttery thing as I looked up. Daddy was smiling. His grey eyes were filled with warmth, and something else I was too afraid to hope for.

“There’s my pretty boy. I want to watch you get yourself ready for Daddy’s cock. Don’t rush it. Show me how you like it.” He reached over and grabbed the lube, holding it out in front of me. I held out my hand as he poured a generous amount onto my fingers.

The angle was slightly awkward, but I rose up on my knees, and resting my left hand on Daddy’s chest, I started to finger myself with two fingers, craving the bite and the burn. I moaned as I quickly pumped my fingers in and out of myself. I wanted Daddy’s cock. I wanted to feel the burn and stretch, for those wicked piercings of his to rub inside of me.

It felt like hours, but in reality, only minutes had passed. But my thighs were already trembling as I fingered myself, nearly collapsing when I managed to brush my P-spot.

“Daddy, please. I need your dick now.”

“Hmm. Well, you have put on a pretty show for me. Look at you, all sweaty and slick, and those sounds you make.” Daddy hummed in approval. Reaching over to grab the condom, he held it out for me.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I wiped my fingers on the sheets and hurriedly took the offered condom from Daddy’s hand, ripping open the pack and carefully rolling it down his cock. As I ran my hand down his shaft, I could feel each piercing. There were six of them. Oh fuck, they were going to feel amazing rubbing inside of me.

Kneeling up, I straddled his hips, the head of his cock bumping against my rim in sweet torture. I wanted to drive myself down on it, finally feel its weighty girth spreading me open and laying claim to me. So I did it, rocking my hips down. I heard a deep groan. I couldn’t tell if it was me or Daddy, I was so overwhelmed by the cock that filled me. I didn’t get a moment to catch my breath before Daddy’s hands were on my hips, guiding me up and down in a frantic pace. There was no art or finesse to this. It was pure, unadulterated fucking. Each time those wicked piercings rubbed against my sensitive rim I cried out and drove myself back down to feel it deeper inside of me.

Our kisses were messy and uncoordinated and perfect. I chased after his lips while I rode the rush of taking his cock. I could do this forever if he’d let me. My head dropped and I watched the way his hips rose to thrust into me. It felt amazing. My own cock slapped against my belly, untouched and red.

“Can you come like this on my cock, lamb?” Daddy said through gritted teeth. He was so damn sexy like this beneath me.

“I’m not sure. I want to, though.” I breathed out a low moan when Daddy pulled out and moved me to my knees. I loved that he had the strength to manhandle me, to move me where he wanted me. From where I was kneeling, I could look straight at the mirror. I could see Daddy behind me. The hunger in his eyes when he looked at me was humbling and frightening.

I was more than just a fuck to him.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. Look at me. Look as your Daddy claims you.”

I let out a sharp cry as he slammed back into me and set a brutal pace. I dropped down onto my arms, taking what Daddy gave me. The brutal hold he had on my hips was going to leave bruises. Each thrust was aimed at my P-spot, and I could feel the way my body responded to his domination, my muscles trying to grip his cock, to milk him with my body. The piercings added a new edge of sensation. They rubbed and bumped in places I’d not expected.

“Daddy, can I please come?” I was amazed I’d managed to string the words together, but I desperately wanted to come—but not without Daddy’s permission.

“Yes, lamb. If you can come without using your hands, just with Daddy’s cock, you can.”

Oh, hell yes. I was sure as hell going to try. With Daddy slamming into me with perfectly aimed thrusts, it wasn’t going to take much.

Daddy shifted his hands under my armpits as he lifted me up and drove deeper into me. I could do nothing but chant his name and beg for this sweet torture to never end. I whimpered and sank deeper onto his cock as he murmured words of praise and adoration. I was falling so hard. Right at the moment my balls tightened, Daddy bit down on the side of my neck and I cried out in sharp surprise. My body responded to the pleasure-pain, and I spilled my load. Starbursts went off in front of my eyes, my body clamping down instinctively on Daddy’s cock.

We cried out in unison as he came, thrusting hard inside of me. I wished that we didn’t have the barrier of the condom, that I could feel his come inside me. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, Daddy careful not to land on my injured back. I was too blissed out and come-drunk to care if he did.

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