Page 116 of Morally Gray Daddies

He surged forward and filled me in one powerful thrust.

“Fuck!” I cried out as his hips slammed against mine, his length plunging deep into me.

My pussy squeezed down on the warm, rigid flesh filling me. My eyes closed, I focused for the moment solely on the sensation of him fucking me. It seemed like a lifetime ago that I’d told Sonja I liked sex. Now I concentrated on the feeling of him inside me as I pushed the rest of the world away. He quickly built to a rhythm, his thrusts controlled and yet not so at the same time. As he drove into me, I brought my legs up around him, digging my fingers into the corded muscles of his arms that captured me at either side. Thoughts that a minute ago had me questioning why I was letting this happen, letting him possess me, now resolved into something else entirely.

Take me, Sir. Make me yours. Please!

Everything he’d done up to this point had been about me, but now I wanted to give in return. I didn’t care if I orgasmed again—not that it didn’t feel like I might the way he was going. What I wanted was this to be for him, and that was thrilling in its own right. I wanted to feel him come whether I did or not.

“Do it,” I whispered as he shifted position, hooking his hands behind my knees and pinning me to the bed. “Do it, Sir. Fill me with your cock. Fill me with your cum.”

The words drew a low growl from him, and my pussy clenched him in return. I could tell he was getting close, the swell of his girth growing with every increasing thrust, the friction from my swollen flesh drawing him toward his own release.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m gonna…”

“Yes! Yes, come inside me!”

Daddy.

“Fuck!”

The pulse of his cock as he drove into my body tore a cry out of me. I shuddered as the sharp bite of his fingers into my thighs brought my hips bucking upward to meet him. His cock jerked a final time, and he stilled. Crushed to the bed by his weight, I felt… owned. Possessed in a primal way I never had with any man before, even Lyle. For a moment, he held me like that, gazing down at me, his expression more than simply post-nut indulgence. No, he looked pleased with himself, but also… pleased with me.

And, god, did I long for that.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he rumbled.

I stared back at him without a word. I mean, what did he expect me to say? Oh, god, yes, that was the greatest sex of my life! And even though it had been, there was no way I was going to tell him that right now.

He cocked his head slightly. “Are you embarrassed to admit you enjoy sex?”

“No!” I replied, even as I wanted to bite back the word. God, he wasn’t going to give up. “It’s just that…”

“That you enjoyed it in these circumstances?”

Fine. “Yes. I mean, you understand this isn’t… normal, right?”

“By what standards?”

“Umm… the reasonable kind! Normal people don’t let men do the things to them I’ve let you do today and then go off with them without… fighting.”

He shrugged. “Smart people do. People who know when to take advantage of an opportunity that’s presented itself. People who realize a world they could only dream of awaits them if they’ll simply trust.”

I groaned. “Trust someone they’ve only just met. Trust someone without questioning. Trust as an article of blind faith.”

“The greatest things in life are often obtained in those circumstances, as opposed to ones built on cold, empirical fact.”

“You say that, but I want you to know I was going to college to be a scientist.”

“I do know, but the life awaiting you isn’t going to be built on the scientific method. It’s going to be built on passion. Service. The willingness to accept without question, obey without hesitation.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know if I can be that person,” I replied softly.

“I do, and you’ve proven it already. All you require is training.”

“Training.”

“Mmhmm,” he replied. “Once you’ve been allowed to see and explore those parts of yourself that have been kept hidden for so long, then you’ll understand everything I’ve been saying. That secreted world will be opened to you.”

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