Page 97 of Daddy, Sir

It was too much.

“Please,” she cried out, arching her back as his teeth scraped over the aching nubbin between his lips. Her body was pulsing, throbbing, every inch of her becoming so sensitive, it felt as if she was one giant erogenous zone. It didn’t matter where he touched her; she felt iteverywhere.“Please… I can’t…”

She shuddered as another throbbing wave hit her, sweeping over her… then she screamed when he pressed his thumb against her engorged clit, the little pearl already overstimulated from the ongoing orgasms. It felt so good, it hurt. She began to strain, trying to get away from the ruthless touch, the merciless onslaught of pleasure.

That was when he did exactly what he’d promised he would do.

Naomi found herself rolled onto her back, her arms trapped on either side of her head as he caged her wrists with his fingers and began to pound into her. She screamed again, arching, her legs coming around his body to hang on, muscles flexing to try to hold him in place against her to give her a moment’s pause in the relentless storm of ecstasy. But she was no match for him.

He moved over her, inside her, her pussy clenching around his cock, her ass clenching around the plug, as she writhed in helpless orgasm. It kept going and going, tears sliding from the edges of her eyes. She couldn’t take it anymore, yet he wasn’t stopping. He was using her for his pleasure while simultaneously drowning her with her own, and she wallowed in it.

Drew

Naomi writhing beneath him, sobbing out her ecstasy, was more than he could bear. With her on her back, pussy spasming around him, he finally felt free to let loose his own desires. She was hot and slick around his cock as he pounded into her, crying out as he filled her over and over again.

Her breasts bounced between them, rubbing against his chest, and he knew that her sore nipples would add to the sensations coursing through her.

She was so fucking beautiful when she came—lips parted, eyelashes fluttering, throat bared to him as her back arched in ecstasy.

Groaning, he moved harder, faster, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer—and that she probably wouldn’t even want him to. But he still wanted to see if he could push her to even higher heights… one last time.

“That’s right, sweet girl, come for Daddy. Come all over Daddy’s cock.” His voice was hoarse, husky from his own need, his own incoming climax.

Naomi cried out again, shuddering, arching.

“Daddy… Daddy, please… I can’t… I can’t…” She cried out again, unable to articulate the fact that she couldn’t possibly come again, even as he pushed her back over the edge.

“Good girl.” He slammed into her, filling her completely and holding himself there, rocking against her sensitive pussy and clit as his own passion welled. Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs as she tried to hold him in place, her wordless whimpers as he began to throb inside her heightening his pleasure. “Fuck.”

Drew emptied himself into the condom, shuddering with his own ecstasy as her inner muscles milked him of every last drop of cum. She lay limp and still beneath him, panting for breath, making little noises, and quivering at every adjustment of his body against hers.

As the last of his seed filled the condom, Drew felt his own muscles relax, and he went down to rest his weight on his forearms, pressing their bodies together but without putting his entire body weight on her. Naomi moaned again, the kind of very low, soft moan that a well-fucked woman made. Drew smiled smugly.

Yeah, she was going to be feeling all of this tomorrow, just like he wanted.

“Holy fuck.” She breathed out the words as he brushed a kiss over her jaw, leaning more of his weight on her, squashing her breasts between them. Doing so would mean every movement had her sore nipples rubbing against his chest.

“Mmm.” He flexed his hips forward, enjoying her little cry, but his cock was already softening. When he pulled away, he pulled back enough to disengage them with reluctance. He needed to clean up the condom and get her cleaned up. “Stay right there, sweet girl.”

His muscles felt a little shaky when he pushed himself to his feet, so he could only imagine how hers felt—if she was feeling them at all. By the time he got the condom off and in the trashcan and a damp cloth from the small wash area on the side of the room, she was still lying in exactly the position he’d left her with her eyes closed. Her chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths.

Had she fallen asleep?

A smug smile curved his lips.

Moving to the bed, he sat down next to her, running his hand down her stomach and over her hip. She sighed a little, opening one eye to give him a look, as if asking why he was bothering her.

Chuckling, he placed the wet, warm cloth on her shaved mound, making her hiss at the new sensation.

“Spread your legs for me, sweet girl. I want to clean you up.”

Obediently, though with a sigh, Naomi did as he asked, spreading her thighs enough that he could slip his hand with the cloth between them and give her a quick wipe down. She winced, whimpering, as the cloth touched her folds. They were probably going to be extra sensitive for a while.

When he lifted the cloth away, Drew bent over to give her a kiss right where her clit was still peeking out from its littlehood, making her gasp and grab for his head as her legs snapped closed.

“Oh my God, I seriously can’t take anymore… you have to stop…”

Drew raised his eyebrow.

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