Page 28 of Krampus Kruk
I nod, his voice silencing my thoughts and turning me on more.
“You’re going to come on my cock, baby girl. I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. You’re doing it.”
“Okay,” I say softly.
“I want to hear different words,” he says with a cocky smirk.
My lips twitch, knowing what he wants to hear. “Yes, Daddy,” I pant.
He grumbles, his eyes signaling how much he likes that word, and then slides two fingers back to my clit. We hold eye contact as he moves slowly in deliberate strokes. He pulls almost all the way out before plunging back in. I bite my lip, beyond turned on, and enjoy the sensation of him filling me.
“Close your eyes, baby girl.”
I flick my lids shut as a smile spreads across my face.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes, and then his hand loosely rests around my neck. “Maybe you need to be choked again. Maybe you need it rough to fall apart.”
I like the idea of him choking me again. My hand lifts, finding his at my neck. I give it a squeeze.
“I’m in control,” he whispers.
Then, his mouth crashes to mine, all tongue and teeth, urgent. My knees press to my shoulders as he fucks into me hard, his fingers still circling my clit, soft and fast.
“Ask nicely,” he growls.
“Choke me,” I pant, winded. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, Daddy.”
His thrusts slow as his grip around my neck tightens. “I like how that sounds coming from you, baby girl.”
He speeds up his fingers on my clit, pressing just the right way in just the right rhythm.
“Tell me when you’re close. I’ll cut off your air then. Until that moment, I’ll fuck you just like this, building you up.”
My breath comes in shaky gasps as my whole body trembles. The orgasm is right there, climbing, climbing?—
This one will shatter me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come tonight, and already, I know no other guy has made me come this much, this hard. I don’t think I’ll ever come like this again.
I want to come on this cock.His cock.
“Yeah,” I pant as my body trembles harder. “I’m clos?—”
Before I finish the word, I can’t breathe. His big hand suffocates me while he thrusts slow and deep.
“Come for me,” he grunts. “When you do, I’ll fill you up. You’re going to be dripping with me.”
I attempt to hum, loving his voice and words, but nothing comes out. My vision gets spotty—I should feel scared, right? But I trust him, and all I feel is the orgasm building. I bite my lip, and he kisses me deep.
“Now,” he commands, releasing my neck, and I shudder.
Gasping in fresh air, I feel myself contracting around his cock. As my vision returns, all I see is this man staring at me like no man has ever before. He’s in awe, and yet I feel owned. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, then pulls out and tosses me to my stomach.
He grips my hips, yanking them back, and slams into me again. With me on all fours, his dick hits the top of my pussy again and again. He fucks me hard, bottoming out each time. I’m screaming, whining, making sounds I’ve never made, completely overstimulated.
He grunts, and then the thrusts slow. Satisfied sounds come from him as his hands run down my back.
