Page 10 of Bad Daddy

I want her to experience everything.

When her hands slip into my hair, pulling my face deeper into her pussy as she raises her hips, I suck on her clit hard. Her screams of desire and need stiffen my cock to the point that I’ll likely erupt before I’m ready, so I break free of her iron grip and rise up to my knees, admiring how puffy and swollen she is from my loving. No piece of her flesh remains free of my ministrations.

“You ready for me, darling girl?” I ask as I prepare to take the plunge into her body by rubbing my dick through her soaked folds.

“Yes, Daddy,” she gasps as I flip her onto her knees.

“Don’t move,” I growl. My skin vibrates with this blistering desire to claim her. “This is going to be fucking fast, baby. I need you so damn bad,” I warn seconds before slamming into her tight cunt, loosened only a fraction by the orgasms I gave her.

She cries out loudly in the quiet room as I seat my cock inside her body. Her rippling walls try to reject my invasion.

I perch over her body and kiss along her neck before nibbling on her ear, murmuring, “You have such a perfect pussy, Cece. I’ll never get enough of you.”

“It hurts,” she sobs into the pillow she’d grabbed ahold of.

“I’m sorry, baby. Daddy will make it all better, I swear.”

Kissing up her spine, I shower her with affection until she relaxes enough for me to begin moving. Gradually, at first. My hips pump in and out, my body coiled tight like a rattlesnake as I enjoy the velvety sensation of her tight core sucking me in, not wanting to lose our connection. We consume each other as we allow our bodies to rock in unison.

Every time I pull out, I catch a glimpse of pink on my dick. The blood from her hymen calls to the animalistic part of me. The side that wants to consume everything about Cece and never let her leave my bed.

Caressing my hands along her back, I grip her shoulders, securing her in place to quicken my thrusts. I want deeper inside her. I want her to feel me long after I’m gone. My fingers dig into her flesh as I shuttle her backwards into every stroke, hammering at her like pounding nails into drywall.

Draping myself over her, I bite her neck until she whimpers. “I need you to come for me, Cece. Give Daddy what he wants like a good girl.”

Her whimper is life. Music to my ears.

“I didn’t realize it could feel so good.” Her drawn-out moan as she pushes back into me makes my mouth water to learn what other sounds I can draw from her.

“Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell Daddy everything.” She pulses around my dick with every word I speak.

“Hard but soft. Full but not full enough. How is that possible?” Her eyes cut back to me, and I grin wickedly when they roll up into her head.

“That’s when you know it’s good. When you know you’re meant to be together.” She feels incredible under my body. Her slight curves and soft flesh were meant to hold me close to her.

Flattening her to the bed, I settle my weight on her, pinning her down so she can’t escape me.

“Heavy,” she purrs, not sounding like she minds at all.

“Stay just like this for Daddy. Let me have my turn.”

Laying her head flat, Cece closes her eyes and submits to me. I slide a hand between her body and the bed and rub her clit as I pound into her from behind, my hips slapping so hard, she might bruise. When she shoves her ass back into me, I’m not sure if it’s because she wants it harder or because she’s trying to get away from the way I’m massaging her clit.

The fluttering of her walls steals my breath, and when she clenches before her body explodes, I detonate with her. “Fuckkk, Cece,” I hiss in her ear as I kiss along her throat, and my body sinks deeper and deeper inside her, unleashing a torrent of my sperm that coats her walls. I go blind.

“Daddy,” she sighs as her body slackens and collapses beneath me.

“Thank you, Cece.” Pulling out, I turn her body to face me and explain further when I notice the quizzical look in her eyes. “For not running from me. For being so fucking sweet and accepting that we’re endgame.”

She’s drowsy, but a hand reaches up to trace my jaw and around my eyes before trailing down my nose and over my lips. Like she’s memorizing me for later.

“Do you remember when you kissed me last year?” she asks. I acknowledge that I do. That kiss is the only thing that’s gotten me through the year. “It was my first kiss. I knew at that moment I would always accept whatever attention you gave me. No matter how big or small. I was yours.”

Dragging her into my body, I kiss her temple tenderly. “I love you, Cece.” She hums into my chest, rubbing her face against me like a little kitten.

While she doesn’t return the words, I know how she feels. She shows it in the way she touches me so lovingly.

CHAPTER 8

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