Page 32 of Seducing Daddy

“Your pussy is so wonderfully pretty.” He gasped. “I’m dying to be inside you.”

“Well, now. That depends,” I said, enjoying the way he riveted his eyes on my hand, which I slid towards my clit. I used my middle finger to stroke circles around the part of me that throbbed in time to my heartbeat, getting it good and coated in my juices before holding it to his lips.

He made a wholly sensual sound, a low rumble of pleasure when he sucked my arousal onto his tongue. Once he’d savored every drop, he captured my eyes with his. “On what?”

“On whether you’ve been a good boy.” I reached out, taking his thick hair in my hand, tugging gently. “Have you been a good boy, Reverend Pritchett?”

He shoved me back, the voyeuristic moment forgotten. “Let me show you how good I can be.” His lips and tongue explored my skin, tracing fevered trails across my curves and valleys. He pulled my nipples into his mouth and sucked the unmarred flesh of my breasts, marking me with his passion.

Soon enough, I flailed beneath him, tossing and turning my head. Craving more, so much more. “Please… Rex, I need—”

His lips continued to explore my flesh until it seemed I’d self-combust with desire. “What do you call me, angel? I can’t understand you unless you address me properly. Who am I to you?” As a physical reminder, he cupped the heavy undersides of my breasts and nuzzled them, savagely licking and sucking at the tips until my whole body was on fire with longing.

“Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I promise I’ve been good.”

He painstakingly slid the stiff tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other and pulled with his lips until it popped.

“Now, angel, since you asked so prettily, who am I to refuse?”

He pressed my knees up and positioned himself between my thighs. Then he took control in a way that made me feel as if I belonged to him. He pinned my wrists to the bed and shattered my calm with the hunger of his kisses. The energy and power he projected attracted me, and my pulse quickened at the thought of having him inside.

“I’m going to stretch that little pussy wide, angel.” He grabbed his extraordinary girth and coated the head in my wetness, rubbing around my opening. His voice was velvet-edged and strong. “God, you’re soaked. Open wide for Daddy, baby girl. He’s going to make you so full of cock.”

True to his word, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside me where I felt him everywhere.

“Jesus. Why are you so fucking tight?” he asked, as if questioning one of the genuine miracles of life.

“You sure are taking the Lord’s name in vain a lot. I thought you were against such a thing,” I said through gritted teeth as he made small, jabbing thrusts at me, to which my pussy clung for dear life, unable to accept his retreat from my pussy at this point.

I needed him further inside.

Deeper.

“Forgive me, angel, for I have sinned. You make wickedness feel like heaven.” His rigid erection stoked a fire in me, his girth stretching me wide until it felt as though I ran after something I’d never catch.

He plunged himself into my depths. For a moment, the sensation drove out thought. A throaty sound of pleasure tore from my lips. Rex deliberately dragged himself backward, sawing his hips at me slowly, gradually speeding up until I bounced off of his erection while it screwed me into the mattress.

Still pinning me down on the bed by my wrists, he stared down at me. “Where are you, angel? Where did you go? Watch me while I fuck you. Look at who owns you.”

My breath came in jagged gasps now. “Yes, Daddy.”

He pumped into me with that fevered rod of his, fucking me until I bounced off of it like a rag doll, and I heard the unmistakable squelch of my arousal against his pistoning erection. “Who owns this fucking pussy?”

There was something decidedly sexy about him being the boss of me, given his gentle handling of me outside the bedroom. When he took charge, the effect on my pussy made my toes curl, and his rough motions were about to send me over the edge.

“Are you going to come for me, angel? Because Daddy’s going to fill you with his cum.”

Rex’s biceps bulged to the left and right of me—a perfect cage, and yet, I didn’t feel trapped. I was safer than I’d ever been before. He slid back into a plank position, trapping me in place by my wrists. His arousal swelled bigger as he chased his release.

Suddenly, I needed it—to feel his spurting cum inside me. As if it had the power to heal, to make me believe I was safe. As if it held the power of a magical elixir that would erase all my ex’s lies about how stupid, unlovable, and worthless I was.

I urged him on, counting on making him climax with my words. “Destroy my little pussy with your gigantic cock, Daddy.”

He obliged, covering my eyes, giving me a hard fucking as he leaned down and whispered, “Be a good girl now. Don’t make a sound, and Daddy’s going to make you squirt while he fucks you.” His strokes became leisurely, and he trailed one hand to my needy clit, which stuck out from between my pussy lips. He mused in my ear, “How did I get so blessed to find a baby girl who needed a Daddy? An angel with the loveliest pussy lips and tastiest clit?”

That was it. He flicked my Big O switch with that sweet worship. Our bodies fused together in one hot, sticky release.

Afterward, I found peace in his arms. As if sensing my need for further proof he’d made me his woman, he said, “I’m not going anywhere, Jolene. I’m staying right here.”

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