Page 48 of Paddy

“You're the one who’s so fucking beautiful,” I murmured between kisses, as any attempt to mount her was thwarted by her shifting against my weight.

“Stop trying to have sex with me,” she smiled. “I still have to suck your dick so good you can't walk,” her tone, jovial.

“I'd like to see you try it. Ain't nobody out doing me when it comes to the way I eat pussy.” She pushed me down on my back and pulled down my boxers. Not gonna lie, it was still hard to look down at my leg without losing some confidence in myself.But Pretty made me gain some of my swagger back. Never thought I'd see the day a woman could accept me.

“We'll see about that,” Pretty cooed, stretching her body just enough to start playing with my pecker.

She took things slow, but was deliberate. Stroking, light touches and a kiss in between teasing. But things took a dangerous turn when she took my cock in her mouth, nursing the part she couldn't fit with her two hands.

“Mmm…wait,” I growled, unprepared for how expertly her hands could corkscrew my cock, as she stopped to spit on my length for more glide. Her tongue worked up the head and sensitive skin underneath that, and it wasn’t long before I was holding on to dear life.

Beautiful eyes studied me, as I traced my fingers alongside hollowed cheeks, fighting against the weakness her mouth made me feel. “Daddy's gonna come in that dirty little mouth, you fucking nasty little whore.” But that had been theonlything I had been able to say in a collected voice.

Everything that came next was certainly a loss of control. “Oh, my sweet girl. Oh, fuck. Jesus Christ, I just love that you know what you're doing,” I moaned, and I threw my head back as she sucked at me so good. Shite! I could hardly even see straight.

Heat, blood, pressure, all met at my center as Pretty’s consistent licking and bobbing made my soul leave my body. I was sure I was seeing God for the first time. Straining against the energy draining suck, my body finally gave in, shooting streams of warm ribbons on her tongue, followed by my groaning, growing less manageable and less control.

And then she had the audacity to lick the cum still dripping from my hole, as if she couldn't be more attractively disgusting.

“Dammit, Pretty. You're nothing if not a woman of her word.” She crawled up to my face, looking at me the way a manneeded to be looked at by a woman. Like she respected me. Cared about me. Most of all, like she needed me.

Kissing my neck, she fell into a rhythm of appreciating my body, something she had never gotten to do until now. In a combination of kissing and exploring my tattoos, I finally sat up in need of giving myself that same serotonin she was getting from me.

“Let me just get this dress off you, so I can make you feel nice.” She stopped long enough for me to zip down her cocktail dress and throw it to the ground. I could have touched her through her clothes, but I wanted her just as bare as me, as I did away with her bra and knickers.

It was only just now that I realized she was still in her heels, as she kicked them off, revealing her Cuban heeled stockinged toes. Doing away with her garter straps, I pulled down her stockings, and it wasn't long before they joined the floor with the rest of our clothes.

Pulling her in close to me, I stuck my fingers between her folds from behind, looking into her eyes, making sure I could see how far along I’d have to get that glassed over look in her eyes that I craved.

She couldn't have looked lovelier, naked for me, surrendering to pleasure, but somehow, she always managed to. I entertained kisses for now, but she’d given me several reasons to discipline her and I wouldn’t soon forget that. Giving in to reward her was just coming so natural to me, because I didn’t think she’d even want to touch me, let alone make love to me again if she saw me for who I really was.

No one had ever accepted my flaws, so I didn’t think it was possible. It’d been wishful thinking for me to think otherwise. I’d never felt so lucky. It was the first time I genuinely felt good about something.Someone.

Pretty, lacking the patience I usually had when it came to pleasing, didn't want me to take my time. She wanted it now. “Fuck me, Daddy.Please, just make me your sweet girl again,” as she laughed, turning around to see that I was hard again given how little ago I’d climaxed.

“It's your fault. You're so damn sexy.” Sitting up, I took her hips, pulling and adjusting her close to me, thrusting all of me into that beautiful fucking pussy, where it felt right at home.

Giving it to her easy at first, I brought her feet to my chest, preparing her for when I was really gonna give it to her, so she was in a position where she couldn't run away from my cock. “You like it when Daddy fucks his sweet little girl?” I growled through hitched breaths, competing with the sound of slapping skin.

“Daddy, I know you can do better. Use me like you've never used me. Fuck me like a worthless whore,” she demanded, as I took her ankles in my hands, pinning her open thighs and feet against the bed, pounding away.

The contrast of our bodies, her soft to my hard. Her warm brown to my mostly pale, was captivating. But more so was how wet her cunt was, that I couldn't resist teasing it, letting go of her ankles, to play with it a little. She squirmed and squealed, but she wasn't exactly stopping me, so I played with it until she sung for me.

Then I don't know what came over me. Suddenly, my thrusts came to a slow and I was leaning in, meeting her skin to skin. It'd been so long since I lost myself this way, even her wrapping her legs and arms around me felt foreign, but I liked it, and I wasn't sure I could ever go back to a time where I didn't have it.

I kissed Pretty or rather, we fell into a rhythm of slow sex and kissing that honestly made me feel like it was the best sex I had ever had. Maybe it was. With Pretty, I didn't have to hide anymore.

Looking into Pretty’s eyes, I felt scared, but safe at the same time. She was slowly becoming my world and in more than just a sexual way. I didn't know what to do about it.

“How's my sweet girl?” I whispered. “Is my sweet girl gonna come for me?”

“Mmmhmm...” She nodded, as I gave her tender but deeper strokes, seeing that she was closer than I thought.

“Come from me, sweet girl,” I whispered again, satisfied when she held me closer succumbing to the deeper thrusts.

“Fuck,” she cried out, biting my shoulder, completely taxed and worn out. Her climax relaxed me enough to get let go of myself.

“Is my sweet girl ready for Daddy's cum?”

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