Page 43 of Butterfly

Before I’d had time to calm down, he dropped a pillow on the floor and pushed me to my knees.

As he pulled down his shorts, I stared. He wasn’t wearing boxers underneath, and his cock was hard and huge. I’d never seen a cock before, much less his. It was easily eight, maybe nine inches, and almost as thick as my wrist. It wept at the almost purple tip.

“Kiss it,” he ordered, and even though I suddenly felt shy, I did.

He groaned.

“Put your mouth around it, baby,” he crooned, and curious, I did, giving it an experimental suck.

“Yes, fuck, yes. More. Wrap your lips around my cock and bob your head. Watch your teeth.”

I did what he told me to, getting used to the way my mouth had to stretch around his girth, careful to keep my teeth away from his velvet hard length, licking him up and down as I tried bobbing and sucking.

He thrust his hips forward suddenly, his cock filling my airway passage, and I briefly choked.

“I’m sorry, butterfly, I’m sorry,” he apologized, brushing my hair back from my face and gathering it into a ponytail. “Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you, but he needs to feel that tight little throat swallow around his fat cock. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, my mouth still full of him. Slowly, he pushed forward, his grip on my hair tightening. He hit the back of my throat and I panicked, pushing at his legs.

“Shh, shhh, you’re okay,” he crooned. “Breathe in through your nose. That’s it. Just a little bit further.”

He kept pushing until he slipped into my throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted. “Daddy’s going to come down this little throat, and then Daddy’s going to get hard again and come in his virgin pussy.”

Distantly, I realized he’d claimed ownership over my pussy again. Over me. But this time?

This time I wanted it. I hummed my agreement, and he groaned.

“I’m going to start fucking this throat and I want you to start rubbing that little clit for me at the same time. You’re going to come when I do, butterfly.”

I touched myself like he told me to. I was so much wetter than I’d been, and I cried out at the feel of my fingers, moaning around his cock.

“Fuuuuuck,” he growled, and there went that response again, because at that growl, I came with a cry—and so did he, shooting his come deep down my throat and into my belly.

He withdrew, caressing my head as he did.

“Good, good girl,” he said with a groan, lifting me up off the floor and sitting further back on my bed, cradling me in his lap. “You were so good to take me so deep.” He caressed my hair, sighing. He was still hard under my ass, and I wiggled around on top of him.

He laughed. “I’m hurting almost as much as you are, butterfly. But let’s catch our breath for a second. I need to hold you.”

He kissed my forehead, humming something familiar. The mystery of the tune grounded me, helping me find some sliver of sanity among the wreckage of my desire.

Was he singingMulan?

“Did you learn Disney for me?” I asked, shock making me forget my lust for a second.

He kissed my forehead again, nuzzling my hair. “Butterfly, I’d learn how to pilot a rocket ship, if I thought it would make you happy.”

Even in my sex-haze, the sweetness of his words hit their target: my heart. I melted against him, trailing small, soft kisses across his neck and chest before burrowing into him.

“I mean it,” he added.

“I believe you,” I sighed.

We were quiet for a bit as he held me, but the sex-haze was too powerful, and I began to squirm. As nice as this was, the lust that had been temporarily banked roared back with a rage, and I needed him.

“That bad still, huh?” he murmured. “Okay, butterfly. It’s time.”

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