Page 45 of Use Me, Daddy

My legs gave out, and I collapsed against the desk, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.

But still, he didn’t stop.

He kept going and with every thrust, I realized that it hurt more. The pain was blazing hot and blinding, but somehow, that only made the pleasure more intense. He was relentless, taking whathe wanted, using me, and the realization sent a fresh rush of shameful arousal coursing through me.

I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. When I pushed up against the desk and his hands gripped at my hips even tighter, pinning me in place, I realized one very important thing.

It wasn’t up to me.

He was going to fuck my ass for as long and as hard as he wanted, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him.

I let out a soft moan, the sound almost obscene in the quiet room. My fingers clawed at the desk, desperately seeking some purchase, something to ground me, but there was nothing.

I was completely at his mercy, and he wasn’t showing any.

My clit pulsed as he used me, and then before I knew what was happening, another orgasm slammed into me with the power of a tsunami. Exquisitely agonizing bliss poured over me in waves. My toes curled and my thighs trembled. Pleasure surged up and down my limbs and I screamed.

I was helpless. The pain, the pleasure, the overwhelming intensity of it all threatened to shatter me.

I was barely aware of the way my voice cracked, that the sounds that came from my mouth were barely even human anymore. They sounded like the desperate, animalistic cries of someone being torn apart and when I slowly realized it was me, another burst of arousal caught me by surprise.

A third release ripped through me, compounding on the second and taking me up higher and higher until my head felt like it was in the clouds, and then I started falling.

“This little ass is so very tight, baby girl. You’re going to milk my cock dry, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed, still lost in the throes of my orgasm.

I could hear him groan behind me, his grip tightening on my hips, his fingers digging into the bruised and reddened skin.

He buried himself deep inside me, and then I felt him swell, the sensation both painful and pleasurable, and I cried out, my body shuddering with the force of his release. His cock pulsed inside me, flooding me with his cum, and I shuddered, the sensation almost too much to bear.

Slowly, he withdrew, and the sudden emptiness left me feeling hollow, aching. I collapsed onto the desk, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps, my body trembling as his seed leaked from my well-used ass.

I didn’t know what to do, how to handle this kind of pleasure.

His hand slipped under me, lifting my hips slightly, and then his fingers slid between my legs, grazing my clit, and I jerked, a strangled gasp escaping me.

“That’s right,” he said, his voice a low, dark rumble. “One more. Give Daddy one more, baby girl.”

He stroked me, his touch light, almost teasing, but the sensation was still too much. My body tensed, the pleasure building, cresting, and then it crashed over me, drowning me in its depths.

I came so hard that my vision blacked out for several seconds, my ass sore inside and out and when it was finally over, my entire body was shaking.

The only thing keeping me upright was the desk beneath me.

Then his arms wrapped around me, lifting me from his desk and settling me in his lap. He held me, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, and slowly, my heartbeat returned to normal. I could feel his lips brush against the top of my head, his hand stroking down my back.

“You did so well,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Such a good girl.”

The praise wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and I closed my eyes, letting myself relax against him. The adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins was slowly ebbing away, leaving a strange, aching satisfaction in its wake.

My breaths came out shaky, unsteady, and I let out a long exhale, sinking into his embrace, the warmth of his body a welcome relief after the relentless intensity of what we’d just done.

My heart was still pounding, but it was different now—a slower, more languid beat, like my entire body was coming down from a high I hadn’t even realized I was chasing. I could still feel the faint sting of his belt, the marks he’d left on my skin, a reminder of how easily he’d unraveled me.

How he’dbestedme.

I couldn’t deny it, couldn’t pretend I hadn’t come completely undone. I’d come in here thinking I could control the situation, thinking I could turn the tables on him, but the moment he’d touched me, the moment he’d taken control, I’d fallen apart like some desperate little slut.

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