Page 64 of Use Me, Daddy

“Daddy!”

He pulled back just a little bit to cock his head and give me a look.

“You’re going to take what Daddy gives you or else you’re going over my knee and I promise you, baby girl, you’re not going to like it,” he growled.

My pussy clenched hard.

“Daddy,” I whined, and he pulled his hand back just far enough so that he could spank my pussy.

That’s right.

He spanked my pussy.

Not once, or twice, but three times in quick succession.

The sting hit me in an instant, hot and fast and overwhelming. I gasped, my thighs tensing as I bit the side of my cheek, trying to keep quiet. My clit pulsed, my scalded flesh throbbing from the harshness of his hand. I swallowed hard and pressed my thighs back open, trying to be obedient.

His gaze met mine and the darkness burning within them was terrifying.

“That cute little ass isn’t the only thing that’s going to get spanked if you’re not a good girl for me tonight,” he breathed and at that, I cried out in fervent arousal and relentless fear.

Then he leaned forward and licked along the entire seam of my pussy.

Oh, good God.

The wet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue lapped against me, was too much. I moaned, the sound long and drawn out, and he chuckled, his breath washing over my heated skin.

“That’s it. You’re going to come for Daddy. You don’t get a say in how hard or how many times you’re going to come for me tonight. You’re just going to be a good girl and keep coming for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my core clenching tight with fear and arousal.

He smiled, the expression feral and hungry, and then leaned in to taste me again.

This time, he didn’t stop.

He licked and sucked and nipped and teased, driving me higher and higher until I was practically screaming. My hips rocked against his face, my hands gripping the sheets so tightly I was afraid they would tear. Pleasure rolled through me, hot and intense and so fucking good, I couldn’t believe it was real.

It didn’t matter that my clit was sensitive from that first orgasm. He simply ate my pussy like a man starved and before I could stop myself, another climax tore through me with the power of a hurricane.

I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate, my body convulsing beneath his relentless assault. White-hot bliss hammered my senses, each band of pleasure brutal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his eyes dark and hooded with desire. He looked like a predator, like a king, and in that moment, all I wanted was for him to devour me.

And he did.

Over and over again.

I lost count of how many times I came. I lost count of how many ways he took me. All I knew was the blissful agony of his touch, the overwhelming pleasure of being his, completely and utterly. My clit ached, but that didn’t stop him from suckling it even harder, all while he pressed his fingers deep inside of me.

I arched clean off the bed. I closed my eyes as they watered, the sensations whirling within me overwhelming.

That was when the tears came.

They started as a trickle, slipping down the sides of my face and into my hair. But soon, they became a torrent, hot and messy and overwhelming. My chest heaved with sobs, the sound ragged and raw and somehow, it seemed to fuel him even more.

His fingers pumped harder, faster, curling against my G-spot with every thrust.

“Daddy,please,” I begged, my voice ragged.

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