Page 17 of Fighter Daddy's Girl

Reaching down, I pull her hand off my cock and take a step back, blowing out a long, wavering breath and giving her a shaky smile. She’d gotten me right to the brink. Another few pumps, and I probably would have blown all over her sweater.

“What do you want, baby?” she purrs.

“Turn around.”

She gives me a sultry smile and does as I say. Grace puts her palms flat on the lockers as she bends over, bracing herself. She shudders as I slide my hands up her thighs and slip them beneath the hem of her skirt, pushing it up around her waist, and when I see her perfectly peach-shaped ass, I almost lose itright there. I cup her cheeks in my hands, squeezing them and enjoying her silky-smooth skin beneath my palms.

Even in the dim light of the locker room, the cleft between her thighs glistens with her juices. It’s so inviting. Reaching between her legs, I gently trace the tips of my fingers along her wet, swollen lips, drawing a shudder and sigh from her. Grace gasps when I slip two fingers into her slick, warm opening and slide them deep into her. She looks over her shoulder at me, watching with wide eyes as I pull my fingers out of her and slip them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.

“You’re not wearing panties,” I say. “You’re such a bad little girl.”

“Just for you, Daddy,” she replies in a whisper.

My eyes flutter closed as the tide of lust rises within me. A slow smile stretches my lips, and I glance at her, my skin warm, my cock insanely hard.

“Dirty girl,” I say, my voice low and husky.

“I am for you, Daddy.”

Gripping her hips, I step forward and run the head of my cock along her hot, wet opening. She bites her bottom lip, and I can see she’s a little nervous, so rather than slam myself into her, I part her lips and move slowly, sinking into her inch by inch. She gasps, and her eyes widen as I sheath myself fully inside of her. Grace’s face is red, her eyes are tearing up, and she’s keeping herself from crying out. I’m guessing she’s never had anything thicker than her fingers inside of her before and isn’t used to being stretched open like this. A small whimper escapes her mouth, followed by a loud breath.

“Oh my God,” she gasps.

“Are you okay?”

She nods. “Just getting used to you.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. Definitely not.”

“Good girl,” I say.

Grace settles back against me, seeming to grow used to having me inside of her. She finally looks back at me again, her smile a little easier and the traces of pain gone from her face. Biting her bottom lip seductively again, she stares at me with a sexy little gleam in her eyes.

“I’m okay,” she says.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she coos. “Now.”

My smile is almost predatory, but I hold on to her waist and start to roll my hips, moving slowly at first, reveling in the electric sensation of my cock sliding along the slick, soft inner walls of her pussy. She’s so tight, it’s like a fist gripping me. But she’s thankfully wet enough that it makes plunging deep into her a lot easier. She looks back at me again.

“I asked you to fuck me, Daddy.”

“You’re such a dirty little girl.”

Fueled by her filthiness, I press my fingers hard into her hips and start fucking her harder. As I drive myself into her, I reach around and strum her clit with my fingertips. A stuttering gasp bursting from her mouth, Grace lowers her head, her hair falling over her face as she absorbs the pounding I’m giving her. Thesharp slapping of our flesh echoes around the locker room as I plunge as deep and hard into her with everything in me. She arches her back and throws her head back as she cries out, the sound of her passion driving me to pound her even harder.

Her pussy is so tight, she’s going to make me bust long before I want to. I just want to stay buried to the hilt inside of her all night, but the way she grips me as I slip and slide into her is building up the pressure inside of me. I know I should pull out and give myself a minute to recoup, but being inside of her is too fucking good. As if she knows I’m getting close, Grace turns her head and looks at me with that seductive little curl to her lips, then seems to squeeze me even tighter.

Losing my rhythm, I thrust my cock into her as far as I can. And as I do, Grace throws her head back again, eyes wide, and a sharp, keening wail bursting from her mouth. She trembles, then thrashes wildly. Her knees buckle, and I grab her around the waist, barely managing to catch and hold her upright before she falls. Grace’s full lips are parted, and she’s looking back at me with an expression of astonishment on her face.

“Oh my God,” she gasps.

Her sex pulses around my shaft, squeezing me tight, and a moment later, I let out a long, loud groan as I bust inside of her, filling her tight little hole with my cream. I have to lean forward and put my hand on the locker above her head, bracing myself, my head spinning as I empty my balls into her. My cock twitches as I shoot the last of my seed into her.

“Jesus Christ,” I grunt.

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