Page 114 of Well Played

“Such a good little needy slut.” I gasped as his body shifted and he released my hair only to smooth along the back of my neck, along the sensitive area along my spine, and hooked around the thin straps of the panty I wore. With a grunt of approval, he pulled it taut, the friction against my clit delicious and uncomfortable in the best way because I couldn’t move.

God, I wanted to, but the hard body behind me made that impossible. “Please-” I begged, but stopped before I said his name and gave myself away.

“Oh, Tornado. You’ll beg and plead, and I’ll take whatever I want.”

Fuck, my body strained, my ass pushing back, desperate for any contact with his cock. I whimpered when he rolled his hips, the hard length of him against me. “More.”

The feral growl as he shifted, pushing his still clothed body against me so hard, my pussy clenched, the need climbing toward my orgasm. “Fuck, honey, my pants are wet from rubbing against your pussy. So ready to take my cock, aren’t you?”

He hadn’t even touched me or teased my clit or pussy, yet I was ready to explode from his words and the way he treated me like his personal fuck toy. Fingers pulled the strip of fabric to the side, and he plunged two thick fingers into my swollen pussy. My body begged for more, even as I adjusted to the intrusion. The obscene sounds of how he used me for his pleasure filled the air, along with my desperate pleas and his pleased grunts of approval.

“So fucking wet and begging to be filled. My little slut,” he murmured, and suddenly his warmth was gone, but he ordered. “Don’t move. Even an inch.” A harsh slap to my ass, and I yelped but stayed in place. God, I wanted him to tell me I did a good job so fucking bad I was ready to weep with need.

The sound of a zipper and foil being ripped registered before his hands were back, one on the back of my neck, the other teasing my wet center. One finger, then two. A third stretched me, readying my body. He slowly withdrew them from inside me, then brought them next to my face against the bed. “Open, and show Daddy,” he smirked, remembering the name I said as I walked away from him downstairs, “what a good girl you are. How your needy, tight cunt tastes because it wants to be filled and take my cock.”

I obeyed, and sucked his fingers dry as he watched, then pulled them further into my mouth even further. “Keep them wet for me. I’m going to fuck you,” he leaned down and bit thesensitive flesh at the side of my neck, “and fill your ass. You’re going to squirt for me, honey. All over my cock when you cum.”

Mindlessly, I wet his fingers, spit spilling out of my mouth and onto the bed just as he slammed his cock into my swollen pussy. “Yes,” I screamed as he removed his fingers. I tensed as he spread my cheeks, his cock so far in my pussy, incredibly full and stretched to my limit. His cock twitched inside me, the girth burning but so good at the same time. Pumped in and out, once, twice. Brett’s finger slid along my ass, to the tight hole no one had ever touched before.

I whimpered as he teased and put one finger barely inside the tight ring of muscle. My inner wells spasmed. I couldn’t tell if I wanted more or not.

“Tell me, has anyone played with your ass before?”

I shook my head as he continued to slow thrust his cock in and out, shallow, deeper, shallow. His finger slid in more.

“Fuck, honey. Taking your ass for the first time? Even with just my fingers? Such a good gift for Daddy’s little slut to give me.”

Between his cock and fingers, I was so full I couldn’t think, only feel. When he breached the tight hole, heat spread from the top of my head along every inch of my skin. Pinned down, used, and unable to think, the most explosive orgasm ripped through me I’d ever experienced. Even on my own.

He didn’t stop, and I barely recovered before he stretched me further, adding another finger, and played my body like he knew every inch and had for years. Relentless, licking the salty sweat and tears from me, fucking me harder and harder until wetness gushed from me around his cock as he growled, my inner walls spasming in endless waves.

“Fuck yes, soak me, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock like a good little slut,” he commanded, and I was helpless to do anythingbut take what he gave me. Loving every second in a mindless, blissful haze.

He came with a roar, and fuck if I didn’t wish wasn’t a barrier between us as his cum filled me, marking me the way his teeth had.

My body gave up, and I laid there boneless. He kissed my cheek and withdrew from me. “Stay right here, honey. I’m going to clean you up, draw a bath in that fabulous bathtub. Wash your hair, and dirty you up before the morning sun steals you away.”

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Brett

“I’ve never washedmyself twice in one night.” The gorgeous creature in my arms giggled sleepily.

“I bet you’ve nevercomeso many times in one night toneedto be washed,” I teased, letting her rest back against me in the oversized tub, back to my front. Fuck, she was a goddamn gift.

Her head moved back and forth, the scent of whatever I found on the counter tickling my nose. “I’m so glad we showered first, because this,” she sighed, “is bliss.”

Bliss was her ass against my semi-hard cock. The desire to fuck her all night and into the next day roared in me. But as it was, I knew daylight would be here all too soon, and every second with her was more precious than the last. “Sit up.”

She did, but glanced over her shoulder. “Why?”

I smirked, knowing no one had ever treated her the way she deserved. Worshiped. Given what she needed. And taken care of even though she could do it herself. “So I can wash your hair, honey.”

Her sunset eyes widened. “Youwantto wash my hair?”

“Yes. Face forward.” She stared back at me. I grinned. “Now. Trust me.”

Fuck the way she listened as I squeezed the shampoo into my hand, then gently worked it into her hair. Her moans of pleasure as I massaged her scalp were not missed by my dick. The happy fucker.

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