Page 62 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
“You have three men take you before? Huh? Has my little brat let three men take control of your body?”
I pull out and smack her lips with the head of my cock, spreading spit across her chin. “Answer me.”
“No, Daddy.”
A demanding heat builds low in my gut. Primitive. Primal. Promising me things I shouldn’t want. Shouldn’t take.
I’m far too gone to stop now. I rub my head across her bottom lip, and her tongue peaks out to graze against my slit.
So fucking tempting. “How many cocks have you sucked?”
“Three.”
“Three?” I pause at the low number. “How often?”
Harper just grins at me then opens her mouth wide, inviting me back inside. God, she was made for this.
I can’t help myself. I fuck her mouth. Fuck her throat. Test her to see how much she can take.
She doesn’t try to push me away once. Doesn’t try to wrestle out of my grip or slow my pace. She simply takes it. Everything I give her.
When her mascara has left tracks down her cheeks and I’m so coated with her saliva that I feel like I’ve stepped into a porno, I retreat enough to mentally reset myself.
“Back on the couch. On your knees, hands on the back.”
Harper’s only hesitation is to catch her breath, reorient herself, and then she’s crawling onto the couch, giving me the most beautiful view of her ass. Her muscles still hold a faint bruising from her last spanking, and I run my hands over them.
“Look at that pretty bruised ass.” I stroke her softly and give her a light smack before I step closer to line myself up with her dripping core. The insides of her thighs are slick.
I swipe the head of my cock along her folds. “Are you ready for this?”
Her breath hitches. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fucking right answer. I push into her slowly. She’s so tight. So wet. So hot. I do my best to take her slowly, let her adjust, but when I hit bottom and she groans, writhing back onto me, I forget playing nice.
My pace is steady and strong, hands gripped around her hips as she sinks low, back arching deep.
“You like taking Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“Mmm. Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. My hips power a little harder, and her moans build, half muffled against the back of the couch.
I watch where I disappear into her, smacking hard from her arousal. Something that can’t be faked.
My touch spreads over her wide hips, massaging her muscles until her asshole starts winking at me. And I cannot help myself. I brush my thumb over that quivering muscle.
Harper hums in approval, and when I press, my thumb plunges in. I hold it there.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” I murmur to her, praising her as I dig into her a little deeper.
Her moan sets me on fire, and I fuck her harder. “Mmm. My little brat loves being full, doesn’t she?”
Breaking up her moans, she pants a small yes.
The things she’s willing to let me do to her. It opens a path in my consciousness, and the scenarios flash behind my eyes as I try to stay in the moment, watching her ass jiggle as my hips slam into hers, wishing I could see the full swing of her breasts under her tight shirt, feeling her clamp down around me ready to milk me dry.
If I had reservations about her being able to handle the three of us, they’re gone.
