Page 49 of Hard Wood Daddy

I start to fumble open his jeans.

He stops me.

“Beg, little girl.”

“P-please,” I say, swiveling my hips on top of him. Hoping I can drive him crazy enough to lose control. “Please give me your cock, Daddy. I want your cock in my hands. I want your cock in my ass.”

“You’re a good girl,” he says. “You can get it out.” I open his zipper and pop the button. His girth practically leaps into my hands. I stroke it, dragging the skin from base to head. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

He pours the oil into his hand and replaces mine so he can get it real wet. Then his oily fingers find my ass again, pressing in deeper.

Deeper.

“That feels amazing,” I say. “You feel amazing.”

“And what do you want me to do, little girl?” he asks, curving his finger into me, up until the knuckle. It doesn’t hurt at all like this. The faint stretch is sweet, and I buck against his slippery cock.

“I want your cock inside me,” I say. I’m humping his shaft against my slit while his fingers stretch my asshole, pathetic and needy. “Will you give it to me, please? Please?”

He flips us with a snarl, throwing my back to the couch. He rips his shirt off, then throws up my dress so it bares my breastsand tangles around my shoulders. “I’m going to stuff you so full. Gonna make you come until you’re crying.”

Another finger slides into my ass, and I bear down just a little. It helps him slide all the way.

Rutger growls with pleasure, but he puts in a third finger before he’s willing to notch his cock against my ass. He drips oil down my pussy. It’s cold sliding down my hole, and he pushes it into me a few times with his thumb before his cock-head follows.

It’s a tight fit. It’s not easy. I have to wriggle and twist, and a few times I flinch away, unable to make myself relax into it.

When it does go inside, it hurts. Like, fuck does it hurt. But it also feels so good, so deliciously naughty, and it stimulates some nerve endings inside that send shocks of pleasure that almost block out the weirdness and the pain.

He’s in me.

“Yesss,Daddy,” I hiss, raking my nails down his bare chest, leaving bright-red marks.

He pumps slowly into my ass. I’ve never felt anything like it. The pressure from inside is somehow even more intense than when he’s in my pussy.

And then Rutger slides a finger in my vagina.

“Oh my God!” My hands shoot over my head to clutch at the arm of the sofa. It feels like I’m going to fly out of my body over this much sensation.

Rutger’s eyes cloud as his finger moves. “I can—I can feel myself,” he says. He’s pistoning in and out of both holes. He adds another finger, and another.

I’m babbling. I mean to ask him for satisfaction, but I can’t get a sensible sentence out. It’s more like, “Clit—my clit—clitty clitty clit—Rutger please—Daddy—Daddy!”

“Beg!” he demands.

So I keep babbling. “Fuck me, Daddy, and rub my clit, I need you to rub me, I need to come on your dick, please give me moredick, my clit,Daddyyy!” Tears are running down my face, my tits swaying on every thrust, sweat drenching my chest.

He presses the heel of his palm against my clit. I buck my hips, and everything moves—his fingers inside me, his cock up my ass, my clit against his scarred palm.

Fire floods me. My vision doubles.

Rutger’s face is the only thing I see. While I’m rushing toward the edge, he’s rushing with me.

His mouth goes slack.

His head rolls back.

He shouts as he comes, working the heel of his hand into my clit. I feel everything. He floods inside of me. His fingers shake with his orgasm. His palm scrubs against my clit, and I shift my angle just a tiny bit so that suddenly I’m coming too.

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