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“Oh god, West, yes, lick me there, like that, yes, yes, right there.”
I lift my head, keeping it right above her honey sweetpussy. “What did you call me?” There’s a time and place for me to be West, and yeah, one of those times and places will be the bedroom.
But not this bedroom. And not today.
“Da–” She tries to answer. An attempt is made. But I’m over her face, shoving my cock down her throat before she can manage to apologize. Using the pads of my thumbs, I swipe her tears away as I gag her with my cock, facefucking her as deep as she can take it.
“Ah, baby, you’ll learn,” I tell her, struggling to keep my eyes open so I can watch her take every inch. Her teeth scrape gently, but her watery eyes and saliva covered chin are so sexy. She’s working so hard to pleasure me, and she makes me so proud. “Now, if I let you have your mouth back, will you open your legs for Daddy?”
She nods, yet when I pull my hips back, she whimpers, her little moan diffusing through my shaft and balls. I stroke her hair off her face tenderly. “Gotta give it back if you want it inside you,” I remind her, and with a pop, she releases me.
Balancing my weight on my elbows above her, I reach between us, aligning my cock with her slit, need glazed in her eyes. “It’s not the first time anymore, but it’s still going to hurt,” I tell her, using my softest, most private tone. She winces as I push the first few inches inside, having to stall a moment to gather myself.
“Fucking tight, baby. Your tight little pussy is strangling my cock. Fuck, I can hardly move!”
She strokes her fingernails down the back of my neck, gently, causing gooseflesh to rise up in the wake of her touch. Her lips brush against mine, a fleeting spark that ignites between us. She parts her thighs, a slow, deliberate invitation, her gaze locked on me—eyes shimmering with a fierce blend of adoration and raw need.
I nod, assuring her that we’ll make it all fit again, that I’ll make her feel good. Her shoulders tense beneath me. “What if I’m too sore to take it all?” Her lip trembles, and I kiss her to make it stop. Unraveling Briar is hot, but upset Briar stops my world. “I want to take it all for you, Daddy,” she cries, real tears streaking down her flushed cheeks with the vulnerable admission.
I stroke my hands through her hair, pressing reassuring kisses to the tip of her nose, to her forehead, to her lips. “Shh, you’re gonna take every inch. Don’t worry about that. You’re gonna take all of it, and I’m gonna come inside you, and in a month, we’ll see if you can give Daddy a baby. Do you think you can do that? Keep those legs open and hold still for me.”
She nods her head, a smile stitching her lips out of nowhere. “Yes, please, I want that. I want that so much,” she breathes, her eyes wide and sparkling.
Sinking the last bit of myself inside, our eyes both flutter closed, and we pass a groan of pleasure between our mouths in a hot, wet kiss. Her heart races, thudding so hard that I can feel it against mine as we lie chest to chest, my cock throbbing motionless in her pussy.
I give her another movement-free moment to adjust, then press her knees to her either side of her head, take a spot on my knees, and proceed to fuck her hard.
My entire body is slick with sweat. The bed screams to high heaven, and the floor creaks. My knee pops as Briar’s wild panting floods the room. Her tits slap together with a gentle whap as my brain grows fuzzy from the moans of her pleasure and the whimpers of her release.
She clenches, milking my cock for everything as she comes in wild, unabashed waves, her orgasm so strong she drags me over the edge with her.
“Daddy, yes, yes, please, breed me, Daddy, I need it,” shemoans, clawing at my shoulders, slapping at my pecs. “Make me pregnant, Daddy, please.”
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come, too, your little pussy is too good, too tight,” I breathe, thrusting faster, deeper, our bodies slapping as sweat drops from my head onto her cheek.
Her tongue darts out, collecting my sweat, breaking the very last tether to control. “That’s fucking hot,” I tell her, dropping my head to leave a hard bite on her nipple.
“Ah!” she moans, looking down at the marks I left behind. Briar blinks up at me, her blonde hair dry now, fuzzy around her face. She looks like a goddess, ethereal and beautiful and my chest squeezes at the sight of her. “Yes, please, Daddy, put a baby in my belly, I need it,I need you!”
Her dirty talk and her tight pussy drag every last ounce from my balls, and I curse and groan, filling her up in hot pulses. When we’re both nothing more than sweating, panting messes, I crawl off of her and rummage through her hall closet completely naked, my cock still coated in our mess, and find a towel. After wetting it in the hall bathroom sink, I splash my face with cold water and return to her room.
Careful to not rub too roughly, I take special care as I sit between her legs and wipe up the mess I made. She’s swollen and tender, and the sight of my cum oozing from her between her thighs makes my heart race.
Briar sits up, glazed in sweat, eyes full of happiness.
“You just walked around my house completely naked,” she says, a smirk twitching at her lips.
I nod. “I know.” At her drawers, I find where she keeps her panties, and snag a white thong, returning to the bed to shimmy them up and on. In her closet, I find a Bluebell Bruisers Cheer Camp T-shirt, and in her dresser I find a pair of boxer shorts, faded. I hand her the clothing and she putsthem on, no question, never even guiding me as I poked around her things.
After she’s fully dressed, I sit behind her on the bed, keeping her slender body taut between my spread legs. “You aren’t worried about my dad coming home and… seeing you here?” she asks as I begin braiding her hair, snagging an elastic from the night table. Under, over, over, I repeat in my mind as I consider her question. After I’ve wrapped the elastic at the end of her perfect braid, she turns on the bed, facing me with wide, doe eyes.
I place my hand on her cheek, and my cock gets thick as she nuzzles into my hand, pinching it between her face and shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.
“Your father had his chance to give you what you need.” I look around her room then find her eyes again. “This room is your special place, right? The only place where you can escape everything. Worries about money, life, everything, right?”
She nods, and I bring my curled knuckles under her chin, keeping her eyes on mine. “He had his chance to be a good father, and from the looks of things, he failed. So had your father walked into his home today, no, I would not be worried, not for myself, at least.” I kiss her lips, and pull her into my lap, letting my words feather over her. “I’d be worried for him, because the day I meet him is the day he pays for being so neglectful. The thing is, I don’t think I’m gonna meet him anytime soon.”
She sits up in my arms, and in that split second, I know in my heart that I won’t go back on this, I won’t go back on her. On my promises to her. On how I feel about her. On how I’ve felt about her for ages. “No?”
