Page 65 of Dark Torment

I moan, rubbing my thighs together. We made good use of the eight-hour drive, discussing what he wanted and needed as my daddy, and what I thought my limits might be.

I know exactly what he’s talking about, and a part of me wants to defy him to know what it feels like.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” He smirks, and I whimper. “Naughty, baby.”

I lean forward, tentatively licking his tip where there’s a wet drop, and he grunts, his fist tightening in my hair.

“Shit,” he hisses, moaning when I twirl my tongue around the head of his shaft. “Goddamn, baby. Feels so good. Take me into your sweet little mouth,” he demands, his eyes like lava as they watch me open and take him inside.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I let my tongue drag along the bottom of his shaft as I move slowly up and down, getting a feel of the weight of him in my mouth.

“Fuck, yes, Liv. Such a good girl sucking on Daddy’s cock like a goddamn pro,” he curses, thrusting his hips so he touches my throat, making me gag while he lets out a guttural sound.

“Ahhh,” I gag around him, and he pulls back, breathing heavily before pushing back in.

I can hardly breathe, but the pleasure he’s getting from using me like this is making me feel like a live wire. I need him so badly I can barely stand it.

Reaching my hand between my legs, I press my fingers against my core; the jeans rubbing against me as I moan around him.

His eyes darken as he pulls away from my mouth, bending down to wrap his hand around my neck.

I gasp in shock, and move my hands up to grip his forearms. He smirks. “That was naughty, sunflower. Who does your pussy belong to?” he asks, and I relax into his hold.

No one has ever touched me this way, so a moment of fear took over, but I know he would never hurt me.

“There’s my good girl. That’s it, baby. Relax into me,” he breathes against my lips, kissing me hungrily. His tongue exploring my mouth while his fingers twitch against my pulse point.

It’s incredibly hot, and I moan. “Daddy, I need you. Please, please,” I beg, never feeling this turned on and needy in my life.

“Lay down,” he orders, and I do as he says. I love it when he praises me. It makes me feel so loved and happy, I practically float.

He makes quick work of my clothes before removing his boxers and climbing onto the bed with me, moving between my legs and smiling.

“Hands and knees, ass in the air, baby.”

Oh crap. That’s hot.

I move around, getting myself how he wants me, and the second his finger touches my core, I jolt from pleasure.

“Are you sore?” he asks, and my heart melts.

“A little, but I need this. It’s like you awoke a part of me I didn’t know existed,” I moan as his finger trails through my folds, circling my clit.

“I’m glad that you’ll only have this with me,” he growls, pulling his hand away and slapping my bottom.

I gasp in shock, moving forward and moaning when the pain makes me wetter. Oh crap, am I kinky? I didn’t see that one coming.

Liv,you call your boyfriend, Daddy. That’s kink.

I mean, I knew I wanted him to spank me when I’m bad because he said it helps with guilt, but this? Oh, sweet heaven, this seems different.

I bury my face into the sheets as he slaps my other cheek, before moving his hands back to my centre.

“Fuck. You liked that, didn’t you, baby?” he growls, and I nod, moaning.

“Yesss,” I groan, lifting my head back up as he slides one, then another finger into me, pumping while he leans down to lick my clit. “Oh, God!” I scream, throwing my face back into the bed to muffle the sound.

“So damn tight. I love how you respond to me.” He attacks my clit with his tongue, licking and sucking while his fingers glide in and out until I’m screaming my release.

I rock my hips into his face while he keeps going, slowing down before I drop to the bed, feeling spent. Another swat to my bottom makes me squeak, but I feel like I can’t move.

Holy crap, that was good.

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