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She peers inside, eyeing the contents, then looks up at me. “No.”
There’s a flutter low in my belly. “Yes.”
She folds her arms over her chest, defiance oozing from every perfect pore. “No.”
My heart rate leaps, skyrocketing into a new dimension as I step closer, hovering over her. “Take the goddamn pill, and quit being such a fucking brat.”
Briar reaches up, tugging the elastic free, letting her long, blonde waves curtain her face. My cock got hard just seeing her on my porch, but now I’m in such a way that if she looks, she’ll know exactly what she’s doing to me.
She rolls her plump lips together, thieving a groan from me. “Why don’t you make me take it? The same way you made me take you,Daddy.”
I had no plans to invite her over and fuck her silly. None at all. I just wanted to know that the fake Instagram was deleted, that Cadence would never have to be affected by any of this fucking chaos. And I was gonna give her the Plan B.
The dynamic lives inside Briar, and every time we’re in the same room together, we magnetize to one another. Our deepest needs braid and bond us in a way that nothing elsecan. I feel it. And I see it now, right here in my living room, with Briar’s lips pursed and her arms folded over her chest.
She brings the perfect amount of defiance and innocence.
And that’s what gets her bent over the back of the couch, my hand splayed through the back of her hair as I growl, “Lose the fucking attitude.”
She moans and writhes beneath me, but not in an attempt to escape, but more so, in a way to grind my hardened cock against her ass. Little slut.
I tug her leggings and panties down, then do what I wanted to do earlier, but couldn’t. I send my bare hand over her naked left ass cheek, making Briar hiss. With the imprint of my hand on her ass, and my cum still deep inside her from before, I lose complete control over everything, including myself. In a matter of moments, my cock spears into her, our pants banded around our thighs like complete horn dogs.
I shouldn't do this.
No, I shouldn’t have done this earlier. Ireallyshouldn’t be doing it again.
My groin slaps her ass, and her cheeks jiggle as I stroke in and out, over and over, holding the back of her neck with one hand and one ass cheek with the other.
“You’re gonna take that pill, you lying slut,” I growl, loving the fit of her hourglass shape beneath me, how her big tits sway as I pound into her. Those generous tits turn me single-minded, wanting just one thing—to breed her.
Briar turns her head, and I move my hand, hooking three fingers into her mouth. She closes, sucking on them with a heady, breathy whimper.
She’s so fucking tight. “You’re probably sore from earlier, huh?”
I shouldn’t fuck her so hard, not again, not so soon. Sheshakes her head, tears leaking down her cheek. “I’m–I’m—I want it, Daddy. Please. I want it.”
Even her use of daddy can’t reroute my brain—I want to punish Briar. She absolutely deserves it.
But I don't want to hurt her. I slide out of her and flip her around, easily lifting her to place her bare ass on the top of the couch. I drop to my knees, pressing kisses to her stretched, sore cunt. She’s red, and her lips are swollen, and when I kiss her, she clenches, a slight hiccup in her breath. Tenderly and gently, I kiss and lick, murmuring as I do. “Daddy promises to be careful with your pussy. I promise, baby, to be so careful with what you’ve given me. I’ll never hurt you without warning. I’ll never hurt you without purpose, okay?”
It’s alarming how easy it is to slip into this side of myself when I’m with Briar. She’s the only woman to ever bring it out of me. I look up at Briar and find her nodding, blonde tendrils framing her makeup free face, freckles shining through. When I get to my feet, I pull her into my chest, both of us settling into a warm, intimate hug, exhaling the rollercoaster of the last few days.
After a moment, I separate us and push her onto her knees at my feet. I place my hand in her hair, atop her head, and look down. “You upset me, baby, and all Daddy ever wanted to do is be happy. But you’ve been making me so frustrated.” I stroke her cheek with my thumb, and find her lips, forcing her mouth open.
My cock, streaked with her arousal and traces of us from earlier today, bobs in front of her face. I use my other hand to stroke, pumping myself a few times before arousal beads at the tip.
I guide myself into her open mouth, then take my fingers off her tongue. “Make it up to Daddy. Suck me dry.” Shewastes no time, bobbing and sucking, her greedy hand falling to her exposed pussy. Briar rubs herself as she blows me, and I can’t help but taunt her. “My beautiful little slut, we need to condition you, break you in. You can swallow my cum this time, but next time, you know where it belongs. You know I need to breed my girl, keep my cum safe inside of you.”
Briar leans back, blinking up at me with saliva and pussy sticky on her lips. “I don’t know how much of this is our roleplay,” she whispers conspiratorially, trying to both take us out of our scene and keep us in it, respectively. “But I’m on the pill. I started two years ago to regulate my cycles. That’s why I don’t need that,” she says, nodding to the Plan B box on the ground. “And when you asked me before, if I was on the pill, I said no, but you know, for the moment.” A soft smile. “Just wanted to clarify.”
I shove her mouth down my dick, and despite the fact that she’s just broken the moment, slipping back into our sinister little world has never felt easier, or more natural either.
It scares me how easy this is with her, and how good it feels with her. I can easily see myself committing, the way I did with Pris.
“Tell me, babygirl, do you want to swallow all of Daddy’s sweet, thick milk? Or do you want me to paint your face with it?” I jack my cock into her mouth as she rolls her tongue over my slit and around the head, making my spine jerk.
Saliva drips from her chin as she bobs on my length again, our souls tethered between locked gazes. My airway narrows as my orgasm swims down my spine, the pressure forming in my groin at an all time high. She sucks, she slurps, and I rough my palms through her hair, watching her recoil in surprise as the first rope of cum splashes against the back of her throat.
