Page 21 of Mind Games

“Is your pussy wet for Daddy?” I asked as I began to fuck her mouth a little harder.

She moaned and tried to nod. I tilted her head up so I could see her tear-stricken eyes before I pushed the rest of my cock down her throat. I moved my hand down to her throat to feel the bulge before I pulled her head back and forth on my dick. Her tight throat felt amazing, but I wanted her pussy again. Reluctantly, I pulled her off my dick.

“Stand up, Daisy,” I said, watching as she gasped for air.

She held onto my legs and stood up. I slipped my fingers around her waistband and pushed her underwear and pyjama bottoms down until she stepped out of them.

“Sit on Daddy’s lap.”

When she leaned down to sit, I grabbed her waist and pulled her down before I arranged her legs so they were on either side of mine. It left her pussy open for my touch. My dick rested on her ass and lower back. I wasted no time in touching her wet pussy. She moaned, and her head fell back.

I smiled and continued to rub my fingers over her pussy until she was panting and grinding her ass on me. I slipped my hand beneath her top to toy with her nipples. When I finally pushed my finger inside her, she began to weep.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” she wailed.

“Shh. Daddy wants to play with your pretty pussy first,” I said, ignoring her frustrated moan.

Her pussy was drenched, so I pushed two fingers inside of her and began to fuck her with them. When I started to move deeper and faster, she moved her ass to ride my fingers. Her soft cries were music to my ears. Teasing Daisy would be my new pursuit from now on.

It was good to know that the medication was working.

Chapter 15

Daisy

My heart was pounding uncontrollably, and my heavy breathing would give any pervert a run for their money. I leaned forward to rub myself on Daddy’s cock and tried to push his fingers deeper inside of me. I groaned in frustration because I needed his dick. When he began to chuckle, I could have inflicted serious bodily harm against him.

“Do you want to ride Daddy’s cock?” he murmured before he used the grip on my breast to pull me back against his chest.

It was subtle, but I felt him kiss my shoulder.

“Yes, please, Daddy,” I said eagerly.

He pushed me off his lap only to twirl me around to face him, and I didn't waste any time before I climbed onto his legs. I don't know what voodoo magic he used, but I'd never been this horny or open with anyone else. He gripped my ass and lifted me up before he moved his cock beneath me. I sighed in relief as I began to sink down his length.

“Thank you, Daddy. Oh, thank you,” I gasped as his thick hard cock filled me up.

I grabbed his shoulders, uncaring if my nails made him bleed. I dug them into his T-shirt. My feet were dangling above the floor, so I was unable to ride him. I used my grip on his shoulders and tried to move, but it didn't give me the momentum that I needed. So I did what any girl would and began to grind myself on him, rubbing my clit against him.

He growled at me before he gripped my ass and began to move me upwards. I didn't hesitate to slam myself back down on him. When I glanced at him, his eyes were on my breasts, but he didn't stop bouncing me up and down on his cock. All I could do was hold onto him and enjoy the ride.

When he began to thrust up at the same time, I felt his cock hit me hard as I fucked him back. The tension built up until I lost all control of my body. I came so hard that I forgot how to breathe. My pussy began to grip his cock, and I felt every delicious ripple as my orgasm continued. I heard him grunt as he held me on his cock. I rested my head on his shoulder as he came inside of me.

There was so much cum that I felt it drip out of me when he began to move me up and down him again. His hands slid beneath my top, and he fell back onto the bed, taking me down with him. He rubbed my back but kept his cock inside of me as we lay in silence. It felt nice to be held by him.

After a short while later, Daddy got up with a sigh and pulled me off his cock. I almost complained, but I was too relaxed to do or say anything. I smiled and stared at the ceiling while his cum continued to drip out of my pussy. The same thought struck me again. I didn't feel guilty or dirty after having sex with Daddy.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I jumped when I felt the warm washcloth between my legs. Daddy stood between my legs and was cleaning me up. My lips began to tremble, and tears welled up in my eyes until Daddy became blurred. Daddy paused for a moment before he continued. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

Why was I so fucking weak?

Daddy lifted the covers and tucked me under them, but instead of leaving, he climbed into bed with me. He had taken his clothes off, but when he pulled me into his arms, I loved lying against his warm, naked chest.

“You're going to drown us with your tears, baby,” he whispered to me as he stroked the back of my head.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. There were so many times I wanted to die or wither away cleaning myself up after h-he—” I broke off, unable to finish as I began to sob.

I felt him move away, and I tightened my arm around him. He began to wipe my face with some tissues.

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