Page 6 of Crave

I cry out when cool, slippery lube squirts onto my asshole. A rubbery tip probes the dark pucker.

“Sshhh. Trust Daddy.”

His order, confident and reassuring, is exactly what I need. I sigh and relax, yielding as James slowly, firmly pushes the plug into my ass. It’s slick with lube, and my ass is so sensitive, alive to the size as it flares out, then narrows and settles in place.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Stuffed,” I moan.

He laughs softly. I can’t believe how full my pussy and ass are. It’s arousing and uncomfortable and just this side of too much. I’m beyond wet, my clit begging for his touch, and as he massages my ass, teasing my pleasure higher, I try to squirm in my bonds.

But he’s tied me so securely, I can’t. I’m scared and safe and shatteringly aroused all at the same time.

“James…” I gasp.

“Kori,” he murmurs. “Sweetheart.”

Then he turns on the vibrator in my pussy. And he starts spanking me again.

He builds up, but it’s quickly overload. I’m sobbing, sweating, my hair plastered to my forehead as he sets my body aflame. The sensations blur together. He’s everywhere, filling me, striking me, possessing me inside and out. He’s giving me so much, more than I ever thought I could take, and yet I crave him. My need for him takes me over.

Sensations break the surface: my soaking cunt, clenching the buzzing vibrator, on the exquisite edge of coming. My sensitive asshole, eagerly clutching the plug. My needy tits, nipples tight and aching, pressing against the soft cloth and firm table. My wrists and ankles, straining their bonds. James’s palms, schooling me over and over as he smacks my ass.

When he stops, my cheeks quiver and smart with hot, glowing aftershocks.

The only sound is my panting — and his. He steps in front of me, naked to the waist and soaked in sweat. His short hair is plastered down, the touches of gray glinting in the dim light.

Our eyes lock. We say nothing.

He sheds his sweatpants.

His engorged cock, flushed red, springs out and brushes my full lower lip. A hand grabs my hair, the big palm covering the back of my head.

He doesn’t have to give an order. I know exactly what he needs.

His cock is deliciously thick and hot. I suck eagerly, swirling my tongue over his veined shaft, tasting his satiny skin, lapping up the salty precum at his firm, curved tip. He gasps, his control straining at the seams. I want to savor James, but he’s fucking my mouth, his rhythm jerky.

“Look at you, Kori.” His growl raises a tremor through my tight-strung body. “Filled completely and still so hungry.” His voice drops as I suck harder. “I don’t know if you can ever be good.”

I raise pleading eyes to his.

“But when you look at me like that…” He cups my face, caressing my cheek. His gentleness is such a contrast to the fat cock fucking my mouth, the thick vibrator buried in my pussy, the plug filling my quivering ass. He takes my face in both hands, and I moan, my lips stretched around his cock. “You have me wrapped around your little finger, don’t you, baby? My little girl.”

So close, so fucking close to coming from his words…

He pulls his cock free of my mouth. Naked and sexy, he walks behind me. I sob as he teases my swollen lips with a feather touch. Turning off the vibrator, he eases it out of my soaked pussy. Tears are running down my cheeks now because it’s all so intense. When he fondles my engorged clit, I snarl, trapped beneath him. He twists the plug in my ass, setting off sparks.

“Please.” It’s a bare whisper, a mere rasp from me.

“It’s okay now, baby. Daddy’s here.”

Then his cock, warm and hard and alive, runs along the length of my pussy. The head nestles against my overstimulated entrance, and he sinks in.

I cry out because he’s so much and so good. He fucks me in short thrusts. Warm fingers surround my clit, tweaking the tender bud until I scream. It doesn’t take long before need curls deep in my belly, tightening, tightening.

My orgasm rolls over me in a thunderclap. I climax on his thick cock, spasming around the plug in my ass.

He hisses a stream of dirty words, too filthy to distinguish, coating me in desire. He’s so big, and he’s thrusting deeper and deeper, possessing me completely. Finally, he groans, burying himself inside me as he finds release.

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