Page 54 of Filthy Business
She moaned, louder now, legs shaking. My fingers dug into her thighs, keeping her spread for my mouth like she was the main course.
I stabbed her with my tongue, tasting her cunt as I licked her hole, moaning against her pussy. She rubbed herself against my lips, tongue, and beard.
“I need you inside me, Daddy,” she begged, and in that moment, I couldn’t deny her anything.
I spread her open with my thumbs, staring straight into the trembling heat of her cunt.
“My filthy little cunt,” I breathed the words into her, dragging my teeth over her clit, slow and hungry.
Her walls fluttered. Fuck, I could see her pulse in there. I licked down to her hole, tongue circling, teasing, until my cock jerked with need—thick, leaking, twitching just watching her open up for me.
“Daddyyyyyy,” she cried in frustration.
I kissed her pussy before moving to her thighs.
“Be a good girl for Daddy, get your face in the pillow and ass in the air,” I said, raising to my knees to watch.
I gripped my cock, moving my hand up and down as she displayed herself for me—parting her knees wider, arching her back to perfection. I rubbed the tip, smearing my precum over my shaft, eyeing her pretty little cunt.
I moved behind her.
“Whose pussy is this, sweetheart?” I asked, trailing my fingers down her pink slit.
“Yours,” she muttered, trying to push herself onto my fingers.
“Yeah? And whose pretty little arsehole is this?” I asked, grazing my thumb over the hole I’d stretched and ruined last night.
“Yours, Daddy. I’m all yours,” she said, letting the desperation filter out.
I released my cock and yanked her knees farther apart, adjusting her height to exactly where I needed it.
This was one experience she would never forget.
The day our child lay between us.
The day I claimed her holes as mine.
I moved behind her, dragging the head of my cock through her folds until she whimpered. I palmed her arse cheek in one hand, spread her open, and pushed my dick into her drenched hole.
My fucking home.
“Oh, yes. Please—Daddy, I need it so bad. Hard. Fill me up,” she cried, clawing at the pillows.
“Like this?” I murmured, teasing her with the tip.
Her wet little hole polished my cock until it glistened in the early morning light.
“No! You knowwhatI need,” she growled over her shoulder, eyes flashing with frustrated anger.
“Yes, sweetheart, I do. And you’d best remember that it’s only my cock you worship,” I said, inching into her.
Her face was buried in the pillows, muffled moans escaping as her cunt fluttered.
I reached down and fisted her hair.
“It’s only my cock that gets to fuck this hot little cunt,” I growled, then snapped my hips forward.
Her cunt sucked me up, and she cried out, pressing back on me. I grunted like an animal, released her hair, and blanketed her body with mine. When I began to jackhammer in and out of her pussy, she wailed but held herself in place.
