Page 25 of Wedding Daddy

“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned, still fucking her throat, his balls heavy and pulsing, swinging against her face. “I’m so close, and I want to watch you swallow this cum, baby. I want to see it shoot down your throat…”

He sank in again, and when she swallowed, he let go. Stroking the shaft of his cock, he pulled her head back, watched, and couldn’t hold back the throttled yell that tore from his throat.

“Fuck yes. Take it, Princess. All of it.” He watched each spurt of his seed fill her mouth as tears rolled from her eyes. “Now suck. Swallow me, baby. Swallow all of me.” He pushed the head of his cock past her lips again and gave one last pulse of release as she swallowed, sucked, and moaned around the sensitive crown, and tore another groan from him.

As soon as the last drop of cum was spilled, he didn’t give her time to catch her breath before he grabbed her by the waist and carried her to the couch in the corner. Pushing her to her knees and pressing her shoulders against the back of the couch, he left her hands tied and stepped up against her. He threw her dress over her ass, shifted her panties to the side, and slid his still hard cock between the soaking wet lips of her pussy.

Jill cried out, feeling every ripple as he pressed inside her tight pussy.

“Yes, baby,” he whispered in her ear, working himself deeper and deeper until every cell in her body caught on fire, and he was balls deep inside her. “Sweet baby girl. God, I love his. The way your pussy milks my cock is so fucking hot.”

Jill drifted in a haze of pleasure and need. Her pussy throbbed, flexed. Her clit was tortured. Behind her, he held the belt with one hand as she felt the fingers of the other slide around her hip, pushing between her thighs.

“Poor little clit,” he groaned. “Poor sweet pussy. What do you need, Princess? Slow and easy? Or hard? Fast? Do you want me to pound this pussy or would you rather I fuck you slow and gently?”

She shook her head. How the hell did he expect her to decide when she could barely think with his cock stroking the inside of her cunt? How could she tell him she wanted both? She wanted it all. Her head hung over the back of the chair as she panted, just trying to breathe through the pleasure.

“Do you need a little more burn, sweetheart?”

He was buried full-length inside her. How could he burn her more? His hand rubbed the side of her ass, and her eyes widened.

“Yes, Daddy. Oh God, yes.” Her back arched, a cry strangled cry spilling from her lips as he spanked her bare ass hard. Pulling back, he spanked her again. And again, the blows werenot too hard but hard enough to burn. Hard enough to send explosions of brilliant pleasure racing through her.

“So fucking pretty.” He smoothed his hand over her, then lowered it, pressing her thighs farther apart.

His fingers rasped around her clit, then he was gripping her hip and plunging inside her. As though he couldn’t go deep enough, couldn’t fuck her hard enough. Jill felt her muscles clamp down on him involuntarily, trying to hold him inside her, tightening on him seconds before the most incredible orgasm tore through her.

It lit up her mind. It sent brilliant shards of heat and light racing through her body as she screamed his name, cried, and felt the tears that rolled from her eyes at the sheer brilliance of a release that soared through every fragment of her being. But it was just the beginning. He pulled on the belt and released her hand, then stepped back and walked to the bed.

When Jill turned around, he was unbuttoning his shirt and she walked toward him on shaky legs. His gaze flickered over her, and the look in his eyes made her freeze. His eyes roamed over her body, and without being told what to do, she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress, leaving it to fall to the floor and pool at her feet before stepping out of it.

He hissed when he saw her clad in nothing but her underwear, and she knew what he would see. When she’d bought the stockings and garter belt, she’d imagined wearing them for some hot young guy she wanted to have a one-night stand with. And that morning, when she put on the sexy ensemble under her dress, she told herself she was not doing it for him. That was a lie, and seeing his reaction made it all worth it.

“Seeing you in that fucking dress has been making me hard all day,” he said, his expression tightening as he shrugged hisshirt over his shoulder. “If I knew you were wearing this under that, this would have happened a lot sooner.”

“If I knew that, I would have shown it to you sooner.” She licked her lips. “You know, when I was coming to this trip, I told myself I would have as much fun as I could. I’ll live a little and enjoy every bit of it. Now, I’m here, and it’s only you I want.”

“Come here,” he said, crooking a finger at her.

She walked across the room, and he grabbed her hips, jerking her closer and pulling her up so she was straddling him. He kissed her, lips closing over her as his hand slid into her hair. When he pulled back, she was panting for breath.

“One night is not enough to do the things I want to do to you,” he said. “I want to fuck you so hard you scream and beg me to fuck you harder. I want to make you feel so good you beg me not to stop. I want to take your body every way it can, slide my dick in every hole, and show you how good I can make you feel.”

“Is that all?” she asked breathlessly. As if just listening to him say what he was going to do was not scrambling her brain.

“Not really,” he said with a teasing grin. “I want to watch you touch yourself with my cock in your pussy. I want to watch that pussy milk my cum from my balls and see how pretty it looks painted with my seed.”

She jerked in his arms, trying to remember how to breathe and failing at first. Then he kissed her, giving her air as his lips slanted over her and his tongue thrust into her mouth. Jill slid her hands up his arms to his powerful biceps. She loved the heavy muscles there. The way they flexed and rippled with the control he exerted over himself. She wanted his control in ashes just like he seemed to do to hers.

“I want that too, Daddy,” she replied, playing her role with ease as she kissed his face and then licked her way down to his neck. “Give me all of it.”

He pulled her with him and lay on the bed with her as he took off her bra. Then he was stretching his body over her, and her breasts felt heavy beneath his gaze, his nipples painfully hard.

“We’re going to leave the garter belt and stockings on,” he told her. “I love how they look on you.”

She crooked her leg, trailed her fingers over her bare stomach to the low band of her panties, and slid one hand beneath her panties as he took off his pants so he was naked. Her fingers dipped into the hot, liquid cleft and pulled back. Slick and shining with her juices, she lifted her fingertips to her lips and licked over them as she looked into his eyes.

“You little tease,” he growled, but she could tell he loved it.

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