Page 80 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Jesus Christ,” Nash rumbles, staring at me with hunger. When I’m done with my little show, I move back up Nash’s lap and get up on my knees.
I steady myself by placing both hands of his shoulders. Nash holds his huge hardness upright as I bring my body down, my pussy swallowing him up.
I let out a high-pitched sound as he’s buried deep inside of me.
“Yeah, just like that baby,” he grunts. “Slide up and down like a good girl.”
I get him all the way inside of me, and then Nash grabs onto my hips. There’s been about thirty pounds more to grab ever since Bree was born, but that hasn’t changed how Nash feels about me. I think he might actually like it, to be honest. He’s always commenting on how much fuller my ass is, and how my breasts are bigger and juicier.
I move my hips, gyrating against Nash’s pelvis. I move slowly, getting the perfect angle to rub my nub along the edges of Nash’s shaft. My sensitive bud is stimulated, sending pulsating shots of pleasure up my body.
My movements become more frenzied and I want more. Nash’s fingers grip me even tighter. I can see the restraint in his face, his muscles tense.
I kiss him, biting on to his bottom lip, my hand cupping his cheek. I don’t want my man holding back.
I want him unleashed.
Nash gets my hint, and he slams himself into my velvet sheath. My tits bounce up and down as he repeats the movement over and over again. I think I’m about to burst from all the sensations when he suddenly switches. One moment, I’m riding his shaft and then on an upswing, he shifts his hips down. Suddenly, his tip is at my back hole, and I drop on it without even realizing the change.
“Oh my god!” I scream.
My bottom stretches to accept his huge length, but I love it.
“You can do it,” Nash rasps. “You’re so good at letting me take you both ways. Now ride, baby girl.”
Pretty soon, I am. He’s pumping in and out of my asshole and it feels so delicious that the tremors start all over again.
“Oh my God!” I scream out. His rod rips through me, my asshole on fire but in the most exciting way.
Nash continues, moving in and out of me with no signs of stopping. My bottom pucker tightens as Nash uses me. My body begins to tighten, the heat in my core growing and growing until it feels white hot.
I start to shudder, an orgasm ripping through my body.
“Nash!” I scream as I come on his massive length. Nash isn’t too far behind me, and his seed shoots into my darkness in pulsing jets. There’s so much as gallons and gallons are dumped into my tiny back hole, and yet the contractions in my bottom pull it in deeper, where it belongs.
There’s so much in fact, that it drips out, coating my skin and giving me that feeling of us being connected.
Slowly, our bodies come down from the high, and we cling to one another. I rub my hands along Nash’s back, feeling the sweat that built up during our lovemaking.
Our breathing returns to normal, and gently, I lift myself up from his shaft. It feels amazing exiting my body, and we both watch as that enormous snake reappears from my bottom, still huge and shiny. A gush of male seed drops out, trailing down my thigh and spilling onto the sheets, but it’s okay. I’ll toss these into the wash shortly.
Exhausted, I take the spot on the bed next to him, leaning against his broad body. He rests his hand on my arm, stroking it.
“That was amazing, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, it was,” I say blissfully. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again in an hour.” Nash chuckles and gets out of bed.
“In an hour? Sweetheart, give me fifteen, and we’ll be ready to rumble again.”
But then, he picks up the clothes that ended up on the floor, putting his boxers and t-shirt back on. He hands me my bra and underwear, and I get redressed with a question in my eye. He looks at me and grins.
“You know, I’ve been loving the tits on you ever since you had Bree.”
“Nash!”
“What? Am I not allowed to compliment my girlfriend?” He rejoins me on the bed, plopping down next to me.
“It’s not that. Sometimes you just say things in the wildest ways, and I’m just surprised, even after two years.”
