Page 22 of Bartender Daddy's Girl
“And that’s exactly how I want you.”
Satisfied with how I’ve already broken her, I pull myself up to my feet. I extend my hand to Carrie, and she takes it, allowing me to pull her to her feet. She wobbles at first, giggling delightedly as her legs don’t work properly.
“Daddy wants you to get on your hands and knees, Baby,” I say.
She nods and turns around. She bends over before she gets back on the bed, pressing her round ass against my cock before she moves.
“Whoopsie,” she says playfully before following my order.
And what a fucking sight it is to have her on all fours. Her perfect ass, high in the air, would’ve been enough, but seeing her tight pussy between her thick, milky thighs makes me want to fall back in for another round of licking.
But my head is at odds with that thought. My mind sure says yes, but the throbbing ache between my legs has different plans for my little girl. I get on my knees behind her on the bed, resting my hands on her ass. I spread the cheeks for another long look at Carrie’s holes, eager to get inside.
“Are you ready?” Nothing about her says she isn’t. She’s practically slamming her ass into me to sneakily get me inside of her.
“Yes, Daddy. Give it to me.” It’s her turn to demand.
But her wish is my command.
I grab the base of my cock and drag the tip up and down her slit until it’s coated and glistening in her juices. Lubed up and ready, I press myself against her entrance, knees weak from the tightness engulfing me.
I slam forward, burying myself to the balls in her sheath.
She cries out, and my own noises are somewhat similar. The sounds echo in the quiet room, and I have to pause right there in fear of emptying my balls inside her too soon. I grip onto her ass and squeeze it tight for stability, while Carrie’s front half drops lower into the bed.
“You’re so fucking tight, Baby.” I’m panting, which makes talking very difficult.
“Is that a good thing, Daddy?” She asks.
I can’t tell if she’s genuinely curious based on her lack of knowledge and experience, or if she’s playing along to drive me crazy. The answer, I realize, is irrelevant.
“It’s amazing. I can feel your walls squeezing my cock.”
“That sounds sore,” she says, flinging her head over a shoulder to look at me.
I should’ve known trying to explain anything under these circumstances would be hard. I didn’t expect my mind to be this empty when I started talking, though.
“It’s not. It’s the best feeling in the world.” The sheepish grin on Carrie’s face tells me she isn’t serious, but I’d scream this truth from the heavens if I could. And the best part is, no one else willeverknow how good she feels.
“Then why did you stop, Daddy?” She asks, looking puzzled. My obvious answer is that I want to stay inside her tight warmth for as long as I can, but I struggled explaining how good this feels. There’s no way I’m getting into the embarrassing conversation of cumming too soon because of it. “You’re not gonna hurt me anymore.”
“I know, Baby Girl. That’s why you’re in for a treat.”
With that, I start moving again. Slow and steady at first, but it doesn’t take long for the primal beast inside me to take over.
Before long, I’m slamming my full length into Carrie with every thrust. Squeezing her ass like it’s my only life raft in this sea of pleasure. I start pulling her into me while I drive one pump after another into her.
“Daddy,” she cries out, “I’m about to?—”
Good girl. She actually listened to me. Carrie’s walls tighten around me as her orgasm crests. She buries her face into the blanket to stifle her sounds. If I weren’t so focused on my own mounting orgasm, I’d grab her by the hair so I could hear each and every one of them.
My head snaps to the ceiling when I get close, and I release a roar I’m pretty sure the guys downstairs can hear. I only make it in and out of her two more times before the first rope fires off. I buckle forward somewhere in the middle of it, emptying my balls inside of her for the second time in two days.
I fall over beside Carrie, and she immediately grabs my face in both her palms. She kisses me through her panting, and I kiss her back.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” she whispers once we’re done, and drops down next to me.
“Hey,” I say with false seriousness, “that’s supposed to be my line.”
