Page 16 of Fake Daddy

“Baby, don’t play with Daddy like that,” I warn, flexing my hands so I don’t grab the woman and throw her on the bed the way I want to.

Kissing down my jaw and throat, she sucks on me like I’m her own candy. “Sorry, Daddy.” She bites down on my nipple before sucking it into her mouth to soothe the sting away.

“Fucking doubt that,” I growl.

Her fingers scrape down my chest as she gets back to working on my pants. The only sounds in the room are my harsh breathing and her delicate feet moving across the carpet.

“Sit.” She guides me back to the oversized chair in the corner near the fireplace. Complying, I grip the armrests, unsure of what to expect.

She removes my boots, then my jeans, followed by my socks. I’m completely fucking naked, and I still can’t see her.

“Relax, Daddy.” My dick jumps when I feel her breath on my balls.

“Not possible,” I groan when she kisses my leaking tip. “Babe.” My head drops back, and I swear I turn to liquid when she wraps her lips around the mushroom head and sucks like it’s a fucking straw. “Let me fucking touch you.” The growled words are muffled; I’m near my breaking point.

She ignores me and sucks my dick as far back as it’ll go, moaning when I squirt pre-cum into her throat. She swallows and takes me farther down. My hips lift, seeking more. Needing deeper. Craving to fuck her mouth and come all over her face.

“Come on, babe, let Daddy watch and touch you.” My fingers itch to sink into her hair right now.

She pulls off with a loud pop, and I want to follow her, but I stay still. “Daddy?” Her shy voice makes me sit up straighter when I feel her ass in my lap.

“Anything you want, baby, and it’s yours.” Anything.

“Will you put this in me?”

Opening my eyes at her question, I find her holding up a lavender silicone butt plug with a switch on the end.

“On your knees,” I bite out, barely controlling my excitement.

“Yes, Daddy.” She flips her skirt up over her ass.

“Now bend over.” She does as she’s told, handing me a bottle of lube I hadn’t seen, and then holds her ass cheeks open for my perusal.” Good girl,” I hum as I drop behind her, rubbing the head of my dick through her soaked folds. “So fucking hot for me, baby. Daddy is going to take such good care of you.”

“I know you will, Daddy.” Her eyes close, and she arches her back, pushing her ass back for more.

Squirting some lube onto her asshole, I use a finger to massage it in, playing with her until she growls like an angry little kitten. I don’t stop there. Sliding the tip of my finger in, I apply pressure while bumping her clit with my cock head.

“Tease,” she whines.

“Only fair.” I push my finger in to the knuckle, working on stretching her out. “You get this because it matches your hair?” It’s the exact shade of one of the colours in her lengthy, soft locks.

“Yes.” Her breath catches as I add a second finger. “I noticed you played with those strands most last night.”

I admit to liking the light purple shade on her.

Removing my fingers, I slip the tip of the plug into the small opening I created, pumping gently until it’s planted to the base. She jumps at the soft humming sound when I push its button.

“That feels lovely,” she purrs, opening her eyes to stare at me. “We should get you a matching one.” My eyes widen at her suggestion. “Mmm, Daddy, yes, you need one.” I’m not sure she’ll give me much of a choice in the matter.

“We’ll see.” I tap the plug a few times, making her twitch. “Am I back in control now?” Her eyes are so glazed over with pleasure that I don’t think she hears me.

“Not yet, Daddy.” She slowly gets to her feet and wanders into the bathroom after grabbing her bag. “Stroke that monster dick nice and slow,” she tells me before shutting the door.

Tipping my head back, I relax into the chair and do as she requested. I grip from the tip and squeeze until it’s painful as I slide my palm up and down, using my free hand to reach for my balls and tugging until it hurts, not wanting to come before I shoot a load inside her waiting cunt.

When the bathroom door finally opens, Darling struts out in a matching lavender string thing. No material covers her, only ropes of fabric that hug her curves. Each of her tits is encircled, the binding digging into her flesh so they’re showcased, and, holy fuck me, she’s clamped her nipples.

Leaning forward, I continue to stroke my dick, but I’m strangling the life out of it as she comes closer. This damn fabric thing is tied around her thighs; it looks uncomfortable, but good god, is she fucking gorgeous.

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