Page 13 of Bartender Daddy's Girl
He keeps teasing my nipples while I anxiously reach down to grab his dick again. It’s veiny and throbs against my fingers. His erratic movements are amplified when I guide the head against my pussy and bring it right against my entrance.
Perched there, I draw a few long breaths to steady myself. A mix of excitement and bubbling nervousness creep through my body.
It’s finally happening.
I sink my hips and welcome him inside. I wince at a little stinging pain that quickly turns into a fiery explosion inside me. Judge moves a hand up to my cheek, using his thumb to stroke the highest point.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I nod, unable to speak, afraid I might cry. But I’ve come this far and I’m not going back now.
I lower myself as far as I can take him, and though he does his best to keep a straight face and show me support, Judge grunts out soft sounds of pleasure. I stay at the base of his cock for a while, feeling him twitch and flex inside of me. And the more I become accustomed to his size, the more I’m enjoying every second of this.
By the second up and down movement, I can already feel myself adjusting to him. It still hurts, but a lot less than the first time. But it’s not me who’s losing control now, it’s Judge. He snaps forward, wrapping his arms around my waist. His hands fall on the small of my back, and his mouth meets my nipple’s pointy bud. His tongue flicks over it with short, sharp lashes, and while I moan out in pure delight, I wonder if this is his way of holding back. Finding a way to distract himself instead of losing control.
Taking a few more slow bounces on top of him, each one strips away another layer of pain and replaces it with pure pleasure. Before long, my hands are around Judge’s head, fingers between his hair, holding his head while he devours my chest.
Primal sounds explode out of our mouths. No words, lost under a blanket of euphoria, with my bucking becoming harder and faster atop him.
Noticing my shift from slow and methodical, Judge slides one hand to the front of my body. While I fuck him, he slots a finger against my clit and starts rolling it side to side and in circles.
Everything he’s doing feels tactical. Like every action was planned out in advance to deliver me to the precipice of orgasm. And it’s working.
Before I even realize what’s happening inside me, a tense knot coils in my belly. Every thrust of his cock, roll of his finger, and flick of his tongue tightens it. Winds it up to the point of no return.
The release is explosive. My limbs rattle and shake, my body starts writhing in place, grinding atop his meat to extract every inch of pleasure out of it.
Holy fuck. This must be the heaven he was talking about.
And as the dust settles and the haze of my first cock-only orgasm gives me back control, Judge flops back down on the bed with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on another person.
But if he thinks this is over, he’s got another thing coming.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I do first. “Fuck me, Daddy. Show me what you’ve been holding back.”
As if I flicked a switch in his brain, Judge’s grip tightens around my waist. His hips start slamming upward, and every inch of his amazing cock plows deep inside of me. I lean forward and press my hands into his chest for stability, while my head is pinned to the ceiling, and I howl out gleefully at the top of my lungs.
“You’re pussy feels so fucking good, Baby,” Judge mutters under his breath. “You’re so fucking tight.”
With his grip on my sides, Judge raises me into the air like I don’t weigh anything. Holding me there, he slams his hips upward, pushing every inch he’s got as deep as it can go. Taking a page out of his book, I slot a finger against my clit and start working it the same way he did earlier.
“Are you going to cum for me again, Baby Girl?” His voice is frantic, powerful. “Are you gonna cum on Daddy’s cock?”
The answer was yes before he asked, but the way he spoke, almost like his questions were commands, rushes me toward another orgasm.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m cumming for you,” I squeal.
With this one, I can feel Judge’s grip start slipping on me. He still manages to keep me up, but his entire body is vibrating from how hard his muscles are starting to strain.
“Ah, shit,” he groans, slamming slower, powerful thrusts into me. “I’m going to cum, Carrie. I’m going to fill up your virgin womb.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Moans flutter in between words, as I stare deep into his eyes to see the pleasure washing over his face. “Cum for me. Give it to me. Fill me up,” I beg.
And it doesn’t take long for my pleas to be answered. The first rope of hot sticky liquid splashes against my walls before I finish speaking. An explosion follows, filling me to the brim, while I groan and writhe around on top of him to steal every last drop.
Judge collapses in an instant and I fall on top of him. I can’t help but giggle at the way his body gave out on him, while he puffsand pants. But I use this moment to coil myself around him and latch on tightly in a hug.
“That was amazing,” I whisper against his ink-stained chest.
