Page 23 of Fighter Daddy's Girl

His hands slide up my back, and I feel him twine his fingers through my hair. Then he yanks my head back hard enough to make me wince. But then he kisses my neck, gently nipping at my skin with his teeth, sending warm shudders of pleasure coursing through me. I raise my arms as Griffin slides my sweater off and tosses it aside. He kisses the tops of my breasts and deftly unhooks my bra, which quickly joins my sweater onthe floor. A low groan passes my lips as he squeezes my breasts and flickers his tongue over my nipples.

“Yes, baby,” I moan.

He cups my chin in his hand, looking me in the eye. “Daddy,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. “You call me Daddy, you dirty little girl.”

The heat in his voice makes me wet, and I grind myself against him even harder. I smile at him seductively.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “I am your dirty little girl.”

Griffin raises his hips and wiggles out of his pants, liberating his long, thick cock. Quickly jumping to my feet, I shimmy out of my panties and toss them aside, then sit back down on his lap again. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his dick, squeezing it until he gasps. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into another fiery kiss. His tongue lashes mine as I stroke his cock and rub the head of it against my button, sending bolts of electricity firing through my veins. Raising myself up, I slip the head of his dick between my dripping wet pussy, but he pulls himself away.

“Not yet,” he says.

“Please, Daddy. I need you inside of me.”

“Not until I say you can.”

I pout. “Please, Daddy. I need to feel you.”

Moving with a speed I wasn’t expecting, I squeal as Griffin spins me down onto the couch, and I’m suddenly on my back. He braces himself on his arms, looking down at me, the tip of his cock brushing my warm, wet center.

“I told you,” he growls. “Not until I say so.”

Griffin kisses me hard, and my entire body tingles. I arch my back, raising my hips to meet him, and feel his cock slip between my folds. He pulls back and smiles at me, then begins rubbing the length of his staff against my clit, the friction of it making me shudder and groan. I press my head back and close my eyes, a stuttering gasp bursting from my mouth. And then, without warning, Griffin plunges his length into me.

I gasp and cry out, gripped by a flash of pain at being stretched open like that. The pain is quickly overwhelmed by the endorphins that follow, and pleasure washes through me.

He holds my gaze and starts to move his hips, the length of his cock sliding inside me. The feeling of his body on mine, of him moving within me, raises goosebumps all over my body. I can’t keep the breathy moan flowing from my mouth. I look up at Griffin, unable to even articulate what he’s making me feel.

“Daddy, oh God,” I gasp.

I wrap my legs around his waist and grip his forearms so hard, my fingernails dig into his skin. He winces but smiles at me and starts thrusting into me harder.

“Yes, Daddy,” I cry. “Harder. Give it to me harder.”

Griffin complies and starts to pound me harder.

“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” he grunts.

“I love having you inside of me, Daddy. You feel so good.”

Griffin kisses me, then pulls out. Before I can protest, he moves quickly and buries his tongue deep inside of me. I grip his hair, pulling it wildly as he licks and laps at my center. My wholebody vibrates, and I feel like I can’t catch my breath as he eats me. Pressure builds up between my thighs, and when the dam breaks, I arch my back and call out Griffin’s name as I come harder than I ever have. As I thrash around on the couch, he holds me down and keeps licking me, his tongue making me twitch and touching off explosions of pleasure inside of me.

My orgasm has barely ebbed when Griffin climbs back up and braces himself over me. He thrusts his hips, sliding deep into my opening, and I gasp. With a wicked little grin on his lips, he pounds his cock into me, not letting me catch my breath. Pleasure and pain tear through me, making my body feel like it’s on fire. As I look up into his steely gaze, my mouth falls open, and a gasp bursts from my mouth as he wraps a hand around my throat. He squeezes hard, cutting off my air.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I croak. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

“Dirty little girl. You like that?”

I don’t have enough air to form a word, so I just nod. As he fucks me, my face grows hot, and my vision wavers. Griffin loosens his hold, and I draw in a deep lungful of air, then grab his hand and make him choke me again.

“You’re such a dirty little girl,” he groans.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Griffin’s face turns red, and the veins on the sides of his neck stand out as he grits his teeth. He’s trying to hold back, but I feel his cock swelling inside of me. I know he’s almost there. He keeps pumping his hips, driving himself into me while he chokes me. The sensations that rock me from head to toe are intense and push me toward the brink once more. And when Griffin throws his head back and lets out a cry that’s more animal thanhuman, I feel his cock twitch then pulse. A moment later, I feel him flooding me with his come.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “Holy fuck.”

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