Page 33 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
A second later he has lined himself up and thrusts deep inside me, every nerve ending inside my pussy is alight from my orgasm and still pulsing around him.
“I fucking love looking into your eyes as you make yourself come for me Roxy,” he breathes as he begins to pound into me.
I love the weight of his muscular body over mine, the way he moves his body with control and finesse in and out of me. The confidence he exudes turns me on like a horny teenager as he manoeuvres himself to thrust in deep and hit just the right spot. I begin to moan as the pleasure builds inside of me again, “You’re going to make me come Daddy,” I say in my normal voice but it comes out urgent and husky.
“Say that again Roxy.”
“You’re going to make me come, oh god, I’m coming Daddy,” I whimper as my climax surges and takes over my senses as Daddy continues to thrust wildly inside of me finding his own climax as I pulse around him, and he throbs inside of me. We both let out a sigh of utter pleasure as Daddy collapses on me, although he’s mindful to not let his full body weight engulf me. Damp with sweat, Daddy rolls onto his side as he trails kisses from my mouth and along my neck and to my shoulder. Panting, I begin to float down and curl into him. “That was amazing.” I smile into his arm as he draws me close and cocoons me to him.
“You turn me on in so many ways, it’s hard to continue as we were when I want to roll you over and do it all over again.”
“We can do both,” I smile lazily back at him, nestling into his body more, enjoying the warmth of him as the temperature of mine begins to cool down.
I feel his cock stir against my stomach as one of his legs rests heavy over mine.
Wanting to give him everything he is paying for and more, I tilt my head to look up at him with doe eyes and I say in a low voice, “Make love to me Daddy, I need you to.”
I feel him stiffen as I see the desire cloud his eyes as indecision plays over in his mind. He’s torn, he wants to go back to the role play but he also wants to be inside me again.
“You are not too sore?” he asks with genuine concern.
I am a little, but desire is already pooling between mythighs at the thought of making slow love to this unusual man. “You did fuck me good, but I can guarantee just the thought of you sliding back into me is making me wet.”
His lip quirks at my reply as he searches my eyes for the truth. “Plus, I am still lubricated from just a few minutes ago,” I say coyly as I feel Daddy’s come begin to leak out of me.
“Please Daddy?” I ask, almost begging. And that is all he needs to hear to roll my body onto his, lift me into the air and slowly lower me onto his standing erection. He feels delicious to slide onto. Feeling full of him, I lower my body and find his mouth with mine as I roll my hips. Daddy kisses me slow and passionately as I ride him and indulge in the power I feel over him. I feel his hands roam down my body and rest above my hips as he helps move me over his cock the way he likes.
Breaking our kiss, I take a breath and trail kisses down his neck and nibble on the sensitive part of his neck before biting him enough for him to groan in desire, sending sparks to my clit. His deep groan is all I need to raise myself up so I’m sitting high on his cock, and I begin to ride him for all I’m worth chasing my climax with every stroke. Daddy grabs my hips and forgotten is our slow love making and in its place is our wild riding.
“I need to feel you more,” Daddy exclaims, lifting me up, placing me down on all fours and straddling me from behind. Lining himself up, he gives one powerful thrust and I cry out at the fullness of him as he bottoms out and hits my cervix. “That’s where I want to feel you, right there,” he explains as his cock begins to rub me in just the right spot, his strong body gripping mine from behind as he ruts in and out of me, using me to find his climax. Love making be damned, he is fucking me like a wild animal.
“Touch me Daddy,” I beg and he weaves his arm under me and strokes two fingers over my clit as he slows down his thrusts to focus on helping me come.
“Faster Daddy, right there,” I moan as he strums across my bundle of nerves that are edging closer and closer to the release I need right now.
“I’m so close Daddy, yes, please keep touching me!” I cry as I reach my peak and tip over the edge and into oblivion, setting every nerve ending on fire inside of me as I feel him thrust even deeper enhancing the sensations flooding my body so I begin to see stars in front of my eyes.
“I can feel you milking my cock, you’re going to suck every last drop of come from Daddy’s balls,” he growls as he stills and holds himself deep inside of me, coating my cervix with every last drop he has left to give. I feel him shudder from inside me, behind me and I know I’ve taken everything from him.
Withdrawing his cock and sending a flow of liquid trailing out of me, he lands heavy on his back and pulls me straight on top of him so my head is lying on his chest as he breathes heavily and I feel my head rise and fall. My heart races in my chest from the orgasm, from fucking him a second time and for him being unapologetically him. We lie like this as we calm our breathing and our racing hearts, our damp bodies becoming one in the aftermath of our attraction.
When I’m on the edge of sleep and my breathing is a shallow flow, Daddy nudges me over to the crook of his arm so I’m lying curled into the side of him and says, “Daddy needs to bathe this sleepily little girl and get her into bed.”
I look back up at him and say in my little girl voice, “Ok, Daddy.” And we’re back to the fantasy he is paying for.
Daddy untangles himself from my body and climbs off the bed, then picks me up in a cradle and carries me into the bathroom.
“Does Roxy need to potty?” he asks and I nod, wondering if I have to use a diaper again but instead he lowers me onto the toilet as he begins to run the bath again complete with strawberry bubbles and yellow plastic ducks. Once I’ve finished up,he helps me into the warm bath and I lie back into the bubbles and sigh feeling safe and relaxed.
“Daddy is going to hop in the shower quickly and then he’ll give you a wash.” And with that, he turns the taps on in the adjacent shower and I watch him soap up his beautiful toned body and see his cock go to half mast as he watches me watch him. I smile sleepily as I close my eyes and within minutes, he’s wrapped in a towel and on his knees beside the tub.
“Roxy’s turn, sit up now sweet pea,” he coos into my hair, the wet tips hanging on either side of my head as I realise I’m still in pigtails.
I sit and he soaps up his hands and runs them around my neck and chest, over my breasts and then helps me to my knees so he can wash between my cheeks and folds. He doesn’t nudge my clit or play with me despite me craving for his sexual touch again; he is purely cleaning me and soon enough he’s finished and is pulling me out of the bath and wrapping me in a hooded bath towel with animals covering it. Rubbing me down until I am dry, he picks me up and carries me into the pink nursery where he lowers me slowly onto the large changing table.
Lifting my legs, he lightly dusts baby powder at my pussy and bottom and then wraps a diaper around my bottom. I lift my head, and watch as he pulls out a onesie in my size and feeds my feet into it before lifting it higher, lifting my bottom so he can pull it higher up my back to my neck and feeding my arms into it and zipping it up passed my naked breasts right to my neck.
Daddy pulls under my arms so I’m sitting and looking up at him. It’s hard to reconcile the man who just fucked me twice with the man who is treating me like a small child. I guess that is what is hard for a lot of people, reconciling unusual kinks to the person they know. No wonder people keep them such a secret if I’m having trouble when I’ve only just met this man.
