Page 42 of Morally Gray Daddies

Lying on my back in the middle of our bed, one hand in her hair, I watched with greedy eyes as she moved her head up and down, sliding her lips along the length of my cock. Did her willing, eager blow job make up for her tricking me and making me spend all day running around New York City looking for her?

Maybe.

It sure as fuck wasn’t hurting.

I groaned, thrusting up into her mouth and pushing her head down. Enjoying the way she choked for a moment, her throat working to accommodate me. Then I pulled her back up again, letting her breathe. Her hand gripped my balls, giving them a little squeeze, just this side of painful, and I grinned at her.

“Careful, babydoll. I’m still trying to decide whether or not to be mad at you for today.” I moved, cupping one breast with my free hand and pinching the nipple hard enough to make her whine. I held onto the little bud, rolling it between my fingers and making her pant at the tight grip. “Don’t antagonize me unless you want Daddy’s cock up your pretty little ass again.”

Her eyes widened as she jerked upward a little more, my cock popping out of her mouth.

“Daddy, noooo… I came back. I just needed a little time to myself.”

She had come back of her own volition, which was the only thing that had saved her ass. The fact that she’d chosen to come back… well, that meant something to me.

“Well, keep it up, babydoll. Show Daddy how sorry you are.”

I pushed her head back down onto my cock.

I don’t know if it was because she was actually sorry or because she was hoping to keep my cock out of her ass, but she started sucking me again with even more enthusiasm. She sucked hard and long, her fingers rolling my sack through them, tugging more gently now until I pushed her head down and released stream after stream of seed straight down her throat.

And then she kept sucking.

It was almost too intense to be pleasurable, my body shuddering as my cock tried to soften but couldn’t quite make it. Not with her warm, wet mouth still suckling on its length. It shrank some, then slowly began to fill again, thickening and lengthening against her questing tongue.

I fisted my hand in her hair, enjoying the slow build of arousal as she brought my cock back to life. Once I was hard again, she lifted her head and turned so she could straddle me.

“I want to ride you, Daddy,” she said, already moving to point my cock up at her pussy, her hand wrapped around the base.

“Then ride me, babydoll.” I grinned up at her, reaching up to cup her breasts, playing with them as she sank down on top of me. She moaned as my cock speared her pussy, her body sliding down while my hands squeezed and plumped her breasts. I teased the hard little nipples, pinching and twisting them until she whimpered as she began to move atop me.

She rode me like a horse, rising and falling on my cock, arching her back to thrust her breasts into my hands. I tugged on her nipples, making her writhe atop me, her pussy clenching my cock tightly as her own ardor grew. She ground down against me, rubbing her pussy against my groin, moaning as she used me for her own pleasure.

Sliding my hands away from her breasts, down her sides to her bottom, I gripped the mounds of flesh tightly. My fingers slid into the crevice between them, and I felt her stiffen as I sat up a little to get a better angle on what I wanted to do.

“Daddy, no!” she squealed as my fingers found what they were searching for.

The slick cream that had dripped down all over my balls was all I needed to coat my fingers so I could push them into her bottom while she was on top of me.

“Babydoll, yes. Keep riding Daddy, or there’s going to be bigger things inserted into this tight little hole.” For emphasis, I thrust my two fingers in deeper, stretching her open. I could feel my cock in her pussy and felt her muscles clamp down around it.

With the way I was sitting up, her breasts were right in front of my face. I sucked one pert nipple into my mouth, biting down on it to encourage her to move. With a moan and a shudder, she started to bounce again, though in this position, with her nipple in my mouth, her movements were more constrained. Smaller. But every time she sank down, it wasn’t just my cock she was riding; it was my fingers as they burrowed into her tight bottom, adding to the sensations.

Hearing her whimper, knowing she was forced to stretch open her own bottom as she tried to work herself to orgasm, was making my own pleasure rise higher and higher. She might be on top, but I was in control.

Clara

Pleasure and pain—two sides of the same coin—both of them driving me faster and harder to my peak.

I hated the sensation of Gio’s fingers in my bottom.

I loved it.

I felt caged in by his body, his cock, his fingers… The illusion of power I’d had over him had been stripped ruthlessly away, leaving me shuddering with pleasure.

“Oh God…” I clawed at his shoulders as ecstasy boiled up inside me.

“No, just Daddy.”

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