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How had he not come yet?
As if he’d heard me, he laughed.
“I do have some control over myself, you know. And your tight little throat feels too good to give up just yet. Now, start moving your fingers faster again, I want to see how many times you can edge yourself before you have to stop entirely.”
I tried to shake my head, there was no way…
“Lucy, what did I say earlier? I’m in charge here. I’m taking care of you, I promise. But you have to trust me. And yourself. You’re so brave and so strong. You can do this, sweetheart. Now, tight little circles around that clit. I want to feel you moan and whimper and beg around my cock as I force myself not to come…I’m edging myself too, you know.”
He watched me, seeing everything. But in that moment, I saw him, too. Saw care and concern and affection that he’d hidden from me for so long, mixed in with the lust and desire. As I played, trying so hard to follow his orders, he pulled back and pushed forward again, sawing in and out of my throat, making me gurgle and gag as I fought to breathe, fought to not come, fought?—
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, and as I watched, his pupils dilated. “There goes my control. You can come now, little troublemaker. Come while daddy fucks that throat and pours everything down inside you. Come while I make that mouth and throat and every part of youmine.”
I moaned, my fingers working fast around my clit, soaked and desperate. My eyes were fixed on his as he started powering into my throat, doing nothing more and nothing less than fucking my face. Every part of my body tightened, and then as he threw back his head and came with a roar, his cock choking me, Iswallowed him down and came too, the word “mine” echoing in my head and my heart.
Finally, he started to soften and slipped out of my throat, my mouth, leaving me gasping on the floor, seeing stars. The intensity of the experience had overwhelmed me and tears streamed down my cheeks.
He stumbled a bit before righting himself, then scooped me off the floor and carried me to his desk chair. Setting me in his lap, he rubbed my back and murmured softly in my ear, calming me as I cried.
“Too much?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
He sighed, settling his chin on my head. “Good.”
His cock, still hard, poked at my hip.
“You’re—”
“It’s still kicking in,” he laughed. “Vice also works like Viagra. I’m giving you a second to recover before I wreck you all over again.”
I rested against his chest, heart pounding, replaying that whole experience in my head as I tasted him on my tongue. He’d lied though, because he lifted me up moments later from his lap before dropping me down—right on top of his hard cock.
I screamed, quickly silenced by his hand on my mouth.
“Shh, none of that. We can’t get caught, little troublemaker.”
“But it’s so much,” I cried behind his hand.
“Recovery time’s over, sweetheart,” he said, pushing my hips so I began to slide down his cock. From this angle, he was everywhere, and I felt so, so full. “I need to fuck you, hard and fast, and you’re going to be a good girl andtake it,aren’t you?”
I whimpered, throat hurting from earlier.
He lifted his hand from my mouth.
“Lucy, I said, you’re going to take it, aren’t you? What do you say?”
I turned my head to look up at him, dredging up my last bit of energy to bat my lashes at him and say:
“Make me, daddy.”
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Make me, daddy.
Oh, I’d make her. If that’s how she wanted to play it, we’d play it.
