Page 18 of Unwrap Me

I think I might faint. I close my eyes, positive I can’t possibly take any more, just as I feel Chris fitting himself between my legs.

“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you, baby?” He chuckles. “We’re not even close to being done.”

And then he thrusts his thick cock inside of me, and I swear I see stars.

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We moan in unison as his cock stretches me open. Suddenly, I’m thankful he took so much time preparing me, getting me as wet as possible before he entered me. Chris doesn’t move for a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size.

“You’re so tight, baby girl,” he groans, reaching forward and pressing his thumb onto my clit. My lips part, unintelligible sounds leaving my mouth as he circles his digit over the bundle of nerves. I tug against my restraints, my arms still bound above my head, leaving me helpless as he continues to use me.

“Fuck, please-” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore. My body is in a different dimension and Chris is playing it like an instrument he’s studied his entire life.

“I like seeing you like this. Desperate, begging, writhing on my cock. I knew when you messaged me that behind your bratty exterior, you would be the perfect little slut for me. Hmm? All you needed was some punishment and Daddy’s cock. Isn’t that right?”

Chris is looking down at me with a sly smile on his face, knowing exactly how his words affect me. His thumb swirls over my clit, and renewed pressure tightens my lower abdomen. He’s going to make me come again. I’ve never come more than once, and with a partner, sometimes never at all.

But he’s about to put every man to shame, that I’m sure of.

“I want to feel you come all over my cock, Noelle,” he says, his deep voice making me shiver and moan as his free hand grips my thigh. “And then I’m going to fuck you nice and hard like you asked for. I want to make you come again and again until you’re begging me to stop.”

“I can’t-” I gasp around my denial as pleasure coils deep within me. “I can’t come that many times-”

“You can,” Chris interrupts me, hand reaching up to grip my chin so I look at him. “You can, and you will. You’re going to take as much as I give you, and you’re going to thank me for each orgasm. Aren’t you?”

A tortured sound leaves my lips as my pussy clenches around him, already on the brink of combusting again, and he still hasn’t even fucked me. He’s going to give me a second orgasm with his cock just resting inside me.

“Say it, baby girl,” he demands.

“Yes!” I nearly shout. “Yes, I’m going to take it, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I can feel your tight cunt squeezing my cock, baby. Come for me. Let me feel you.”

The words wash over me as his fingers pinch my clit in perfect timing. I squeeze my eyes shut, watching as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. Pleasure courses through my entire body in waves, and just when I think I can’t take a second more, Chris slowly pulls out of me and thrusts back in.

I scream his name with a curse that makes him chuckle. He fucks me through my orgasm, dragging out my release as I convulse beneath him, my hands holding each other in the restraints and thighs gripping his waist with all my strength until I settle.

When I open my eyes, he’s grinning down at me, looking like a god from this angle. Reaching forward, he pinches one of my nipples, and I squeal, only serving to make the smile on his face widen. “What do you say when I make you come?” he asks, one of his gray eyebrows lifting with the question.

Fuck, I forgot. I lick my dry lips, willing my voice to work. “Thank you,” I say, the words coming out in a single breath. He seems to enjoy my current state, mindless with pleasure, and I don’t think he’s about to stop anytime soon.

“That’s it, baby girl. Whose cock do you need? Say it.”

“Yours, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” He slows his thrusts, finding the perfect angle that makes me groan as his hands smooth up to my breasts. “You’re such a perfect little slut. I might never let you go.”

“Don’t, then,” I say, arching my back as he continues his slow and sensual fucking.

“Would you like that, baby? Do you think you would enjoy being Daddy’s little slut? I’d come home and fuck you like this every day. I’d take care of my perfect baby girl.”

I imagine it for the briefest moment. Chris coming home from a day at the office, dressed in one of his suits. “I’d drop to my knees as soon as you come through the door.” I don’t know what urges me to say it, but the fantasy leaves my lips easily. “Ready to suck your cock, help you relax after a long day.”

Chris groans as he thrusts into me, clearly caught up in the fantasy. “What a perfect little slut you are. I’d like that. But you’d still be a brat, wouldn’t you? You like being punished too much to be that good for me.”

I feel a smile rise on my cheeks, one that he matches. “Guilty.”

“That’s okay, baby. I like punishing you as much as you enjoy being punished.” He leans forward, this time taking one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue lapping over the swollen peak before he nips with his teeth. I’m moaning, wiggling beneath his strong body as he continues to fuck me while moving on to the other nipple.

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