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Francesca whimpers, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts. I watch her pussy lips cling to my wrist, stretched so wide I can see the veins in my arm disappearing inside her.
“Fuck, you're incredible,” I praise, my voice thick with lust.
I curl my fingers inside her as much as I can so I can make her see galaxies. When I find the spot I’m aiming for, Francesca screams, her body convulsing.
“Yes,” I encourage. “Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel this pussy squeeze my hand.”
I massage her relentlessly, my other hand moving to her clit.
Picking up the pace, I fuck her harder. Francesca's moans rise in pitch, her body trembling on the edge of release.
“That's it,” I encourage. “Squirt all over Daddy's hand. Show me how much you love me.”
With a final, guttural cry, Francesca comes undone. Her pussy clamps down on my fist so hard it's almost painful. I feel the contractions rippling along my arm as she gushes, soaking the sheets beneath us.
I stop thrusting but leave my hand buried deep inside my girl. Fuck, I can actually see the outline of my hand through her skin. If my dick could yell at me, it would be screaming obscenities right now. I’m harder than I've ever been in my life.
“Look at you,” I growl, my free hand lovingly stroking the protrusion. I’ve obsessed with her belly on a regular day, but knowing it’s bulging because of how deeply I’m inside her has me fucking feral.
It has me picturing what she’d look like round and glowing, carrying my baby in her womb. I fucking need to knock her up. I’m desperate for it. I need to get her off birth control without her cutting my fucking dick off.
Francesca whimpers, her chest heaving as she comes down from her intense orgasm. I can feel her pussy still fluttering around my hand, little aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her.
“You did so well, baby,” I praise, caressing her body. “Fuck, you have no idea how hard you make me. I could come just from this.”
I press gently on the bulge, feeling my own fingers through her soft skin. Francesca moans, her hips rocking slightly.
“How does it feel, little one?” I ask, my voice husky with desire. “Being fisted?”
Francesca just hums contentedly, beyond words. Her body is limp against the ropes, completely fucked out and satisfied.
Slowly, carefully, I begin to withdraw my hand. Francesca whimpers at the loss, her pussy clenching as if trying to keep me inside. When my fist finally pops free, I'm awestruck by the sight.
Her cunt gapes obscenely. I can see deep inside her, her inner walls glistening with her juices. Fuck, I've never seen anything so erotic in my life.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, watching her entrance flutter as it tries to close. “Look at this hungry little hole, baby. So fucking beautiful.”
I trace her puffy, sensitive lips with my fingertips, collecting the mixture of her juices and lube that coats her upper thighs. Francesca shivers at the touch, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
“I asked you a question, Francesca. How does it feel? How do you feel?” I ask, my voice gentle despite the filthy scene before me.
She hums contentedly. “Mm…floaty. Good. So good, Daddy.”
I smile, pride swelling in my chest. “That's my good girl. You did so well for me and gave me such a pretty little gape to look at.”
Reluctantly, I tear my eyes away from Francesca's hole and stand up from the bed. My cock throbs painfully, begging for attention after being neglected for so long. I quickly take the rest of my clothes off.
Climbing back onto the bed, I straddle Francesca's torso, my heavy balls resting on her stomach.
Now, just how do I want to cum all over my pretty plaything?
The most pressing question of the night.
Chapter 15
Francesca
I'm trembling all over, my body on fire. The darkness from the blindfold only intensifies every sensation. My wrists and ankles twinge slightly from the ropes holding me spread-eagle. But it's nothing compared to the ache between my legs.
