Page 93 of Troublemaker
And then he slid in, deeper and deeper, waking up nerve endings I’d never known existed. As they came to life, so did I, the sensation of him in my ass and his murmured praise in my ear,good girlandyou feel so fucking gorgeous like thismaking my nipples go tight and my clit pulse with pleasure. Still, pain radiated from my ass, my body protesting the pressure as he kept tunneling inside me without pause.
I keened from the confusing, topsy-turvy feeling where hurt and heaven intersected, and he laughed.
“We’re only about halfway there, troublemaker. Relax for daddy now, I promise it’s going to feel so good.”
“It hurts, daddy,” I whined.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Shhh, you can do this for me, can’t you? You like to make daddy’s cock feel good, don’t you?You’re being such a good girl, and—” he groaned, “we’re almost—” another groan, “—there.”
With that he sighed, his balls resting against my ass cheeks.
“That’s so good. You’re so good, taking all of me. How does it feel?”
“Tight,” I said.
“Yeah,” he agreed, voice low with lust.
“Full,” I added.
“Good. You should. You should feel so full that when I’m not inside you, you feel like something’s missing.”
He rested there a bit, quiet, and I rested with him too, even as a feeling built inside my ass, similar to the way my pussy felt when he stayed still inside me there, but different. Darker, hotter, confusingly good and bad at the same time. Without realizing it, I began to writhe under him, making him laugh.
“Yeah, you need me to fuck you now, don’t you. I thought so. Just one second though, there’s one more thing I need to do.”
He reached over for something else, and then his hand was gripping mine, separating my fingers and slipping cool metal over my left ring finger.
My heart stuttered to a stop as I stared at the huge princess-cut diamond on my finger.
“Blake?” I asked, voice trembling.
“That’s not what you call me when I’m inside you,” he reminded me.
I ignored him. This was too monumental to call him daddy.
“Blake, what is that?”
He humphed. “Pretty sure that’s an engagement ring.”
I mean, yes. It was. But?—
“You cannot propose to me with your dick up my ass!” I yelled.
He laughed. “Too bad, that’s what I’m doing. I’m not asking, Lucy. I’m telling you, yes, with my cock nestled high in your tightlittle ass. You’re going to marry me, and you’re going to have my babies, and I’m going to fuck your pussy and your mouth and this tight little ass for the rest of your life. Say, ‘yes, daddy.’”
“Blake,” I protested—not at the proposal, but the circumstances of it.
He slapped my ass, hard.
“Say, ‘yes, daddy,’” he repeated, his voice now low with warning.
I opened my mouth, and he shunted his hips even further forward. Before, I thought he’d been as deep as he could be. Before, I thought I’d felt full. Now, I felt him everywhere, and that pleasure-pain feeling spread, my ass clenching around him, as I squeaked:
“Yes, daddy.”
“Perfect,” he groaned, and I wasn’t sure if it was my agreement to his proposal or the way I’d just squeezed his cock with my ass. “I love you, sweetheart,” he said. “But now I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to hold the fuck on while I do it.”
He spread his hands over mine, holding me flat on the table, and withdrew slightly, only to push back in, slow at first, then faster and faster, as he repeated how much he loved me again and again, stirring my insides with his cock and adding a melting feeling to my stomach as my nipples got stiffer and my clit pulsed harder and I began to moan from how overwhelming the pleasure was.
