Page 70 of Butterfly

He slowly began thrusting in and out of her mouth, grunting. I moved the hand not holding hers from her tits down her stomach, feeling her tremble from my touch.

“Poor butterfly,” I murmured in her ear. “Getting it from both ends from your former bullies. You must be so overwhelmed. You must need to come so badly, you probably hate that, don’t you? No coming until I say so.”

She shuddered, but didn’t orgasm. I was impressed by how well she was taking to my orders, but then she’d been made for me. Meant to be mine, so why wouldn’t her body know its master? I began to rub her clit lightly, as Emory thrust deeper. She gurgled around his cock, clenching so tight around my cock, my balls felt like they were boulders.

It wouldn’t take much, for either of us.

“Feel free to let loose now,” I told Emory, who grunted in reply and picked up speed. It was quiet in the room, the only sounds the wet gurgles of Leslie’s mouth and short gasps as she took in air, Emory’s grunts, and my heavy breathing.

I sped up my circles and clit spanking. Leslie jerked in my arms, her body going stiff as a board.

There we go.

“A virgin a week ago, and you’re already being spitroasted. You’re Daddy’s little slut now. You’ll do whatever I tell you, butterfly? You love being controlled like this. It doesn’t matter that he’s in your throat, you’re mine and mine alone.” With that, I pinched her clit, and Leslie cried out again, her body jerking, cut off by Emory’s cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna,” Emory choked.

“Not in her mouth,” I ordered, and with a pained groan, he pulled out, jerked his cock once, twice, and came all over Leslie’s tits. The degradation was pushing Leslie to her limits—and I still hadn’t released her poor clit, which was pulsing between my thumb and forefinger.

Emory stumbled backwards, landing in an armchair facing the couch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.

Time to make my fiddle play her tune. My cock was thick and desperate, and it deserved its reward for waiting for so long. And Leslie still hadn’t come.

“Gonna fill you up with my come, little butterfly,” I taunted, releasing her clit from its cage. “Train you to take my come now, so you’re ready when I start breeding you later.”

That did it. She shrieked, loud enough to bring down the walls as she pulsed around me, her walls squeezing my cock. I didn’t even need to thrust, the pressure enough to light my balls on fire as I came, unleashing a tide of neverending come, filling her up to the brim. It was like my cock had never come before, because I kept coming, feeling it drip down her pussy and back onto my balls, which made me spurt all over again.

Emory watched.

“You lucky fucking asshole,” he said once I’d finished. Leslie trembled against me, breathing heavily, aftershocks making her clench around me in small jerks. I rubbed her stomach gently, calming her.

“That was a one and done,” I told him. “Consider it a gesture of goodwill for keeping this between us for so long.”

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, standing, rezipping his jeans, and leaving the room.

“That was, that was,” Leslie was gasping.

“That was a one time thing for you, too,” I told her. “I figured it was only fair for you to get to have one other cock—but that’s the last one. You fantasized about this, and I promised to fulfill your fantasies.Once.For the rest of our lives, the only cock you’ll ever have in your mouth is mine, the only hands you’ll have on your perfect little tits are mine. Got it?” Under my breath, I added. “You have no idea how much that killed me.”

“Then why’d you do it?” she murmured.

“Because I have one purpose in life, and that’s making you happy. Do you get it now, butterfly?”

She blinked, understanding coming to her eyes. “Yes.”

I jostled her. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I stood up, lifting her into my arms. “I’ll get you cleaned up and then we should work on this assignment, shouldn’t we?”

“I don’t think my brain is working,” she told me.

I laughed and kissed her. “I’ll do most of the work. I’ve been doing most of it so far, anyway.”

“Hey,” she slapped me. She was so much easier with me after she orgasmed. I needed to remember that. I didn’t know how long it would last this time, before she remembered the stepsiblings of it all.

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