Page 92 of Daddy's Naughty List

“But Daddy?—”

Sinking his fingers into her carefully constructed curls, he pulled her head back. Pinpricks of pain scattered along her scalp at the movement, and a moment later he growled in her ear. “Good girls don’t argue. Good girls do as they’re told. And good girls get to come with their bottoms full of Daddy’s cock. Do you know what naughty girls get?”

“Wh-what?”

“They get their bottoms spanked hard, then fucked harder, all while they beg for Daddy to let them come. And then they go to bed with their little pussies still wet and aching for Daddy. So which are you, Taylor Grace? A good girl or a naughty girl?”

With options like that, was it even a question? “I’m a good girl, Daddy.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Because we skipped out on dessert and Daddy isstarving.”

A second later, she was flipped onto her back in an effortless move that left her breathless. And then he was between her thighs, his tongue running up the seam of her pussy to her aching clit.

Mindless with need, she reached for him, sinking her fingers into his hair as she arched up beneath him. Pleasure, hot and demanding, buzzed along her nerves.

“Hands on the headboard, little girl. Don’t move them again.”

She might have argued if he hadn’t sounded so damn growly. There was no way she was testing him when he was in this mood, so she slowly returned her hands to their original position above her head, pressing her palms flat against the headboard.

Normally, he loved to shower her with pleasure. And even when he teased her, even when he made her beg for her pleasure, he never really held out on her. Not for very long, anyway. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have him withhold it from her, to keep it dangling just out of her reach while he tortured her in all the delicious ways she could imagine.

Now, however, she was wondering if this was one fantasy best kept in her head.

Pleasure and pain were one and the same as he devoured her, driving her up toward that shimmering peak before shifting his attention and yanking her back again. And no matter how she begged, how she cried, how she pleaded for mercy, there was none to be found.

By the time he stripped free of his clothing and pulled her to the edge of the bed, all she knew was need. Even the pain of being stretched wide again as he tugged the plug free of her bottom was nothing compared to the overwhelmingneedshe had for him.

“My pretty little baby,” he crooned as he pressed the tip of his cock against her most forbidden entrance. “Are you ready for Daddy’s cock in your bottom, Taylor?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, please!”

“Good girl.” Hooking his arms under her knees, he held her tight as he pushed inside her.

There was pain, but not nearly as much as she’d expected. Just a pinch and a burn as he stretched her wide, wider than either of the plugs had managed to. And even that bit of pain was lost under the waves of desire still flooding her body.

“Fuck, Taylor.” His voice was rough, gravelly with the same need she could feel coursing through her veins. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

With short, shallow thrusts, he moved inside her, each time pushing a tiny bit deeper. Until, finally, he was buried in her ass, the heat of his body pressed against her skin.

Full. She’d never felt sofull. “Daddy,” she whined, her bottom clenching around him when he flexed his hips.

“Goddamn, baby,” he said with a strained laugh. “You keep that up and I’m not going to get to fuck you.”

Despite his claims otherwise, he pulled back, not pulling out of her all the way but enough for him to surge forward again. Pleasure that was also pain danced along her frayed nerves and she cried out, arching up as he filled her.

“Daddy,please. Please let me come, please.”

Now his laughter had a distinctly wicked edge to it. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to come with your pretty bottom full of Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, yes, please!”

“Then show Daddy how you touch yourself while he fucks your ass. Make yourself come for me, baby.”

With that, he drew back and thrust forward again, fucking her with slow, sure strokes designed to drive her wild.

Sliding her hand down her stomach, she nearly wept at the first touch of her own fingers to her swollen clit. As her Daddy fucked her bottom for the very first time, she worked herself furiously toward the pleasure he’d been keeping just out of her reach.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growled, slamming into her with more force than before, making her cry out as pain drove her pleasure higher and higher. “Show Daddy how you make yourself come, baby. I want to feel you come while I fuck this tight little ass.”

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