Page 68 of Watch Me, Daddy

I found myself willingly losing the reins of control, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of emotions that surged between us. Every touch, every glance, ignited a wildfire within me, erasing the boundaries that once defined my self-restraint. In his arms, surrender felt like the ultimate freedom.

His palm punished the backs of my thighs especially hard. I yelped, the stinging sensation almost more than I could bear. Each smack jiggled my bottom a little, the vibrations sinking into my core and making my pussy clench hard with desire.

The spanking had begun gently. It didn’t remain that way for long.

His broad palm covered a wide expanse of my cheeks with every smack. Soon, the sizzling, scalding burn began to spread, radiating over every square inch of my backside. As time went on, the spanking turned rougher, his hand splaying across both cheeks and sometimes, the tips of his fingers catching the sensitive flesh in between my thighs.

Those were the ones that made me cry out the loudest.

It didn’t stop him, though. If anything, the spanking grew firmer and faster, quickly causing me to spiral out of control. I writhed, trying to avoid his hard hand, but his aim was true each and every time. He punished me with firm intent, and soon enough I was struggling to take it.

My eyes were beginning to water, and I wondered if he was going to make me cry. I squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly worried that this was going to mess up my makeup and everyone would know that he’d spanked me in the bridal suite right before the wedding. I tried to blink tears back as my cries grew more desperate, but just when I thought the first was going to fall, the spanking immediately slowed.

I slowly gathered myself as his palm languidly smacked my bottom. Those spanks weren’t really hard enough to hurt, but they jostled my sore cheeks fiercely enough to set my pussy on fire. When my wet thighs slid against one another, I keened, noticing that my arousal was practically flooding my inner thighs.

“You’re soaking wet, naughty girl. You enjoyed your spanking, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t do anything but blush. My aching nipples stiffened against the bed. My pussy tightened with need, and I bit my lip.

Gently, Aidan’s arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me off the bed with ease until I was standing in front of him with my bottom burning. His hand held my wedding dress up, high enough to leave my red cheeks exposed. With his free hand, he reached to the side and grabbed a pillow before tossing it in front of me.

“On your knees, princess,” he instructed.

His command rolled through me like a swelling wave, washing over me and pulling me out with the tide. I took a deep breath and wrapped my fingers within his when he offered his hand, using his strong hold as a lifeline. Slowly, I lowered myself down onto my knees.

It was then that I realized how sweet it was of him to put a pillow down for me. Gratitude surged through me as I realized my knees rested on a soft, plush surface instead of the unforgiving carpet below me. His thoughtfulness reminded me of his attentiveness to even the tiniest of details, especially when it involved my comfort.

“It’s not your knees that are going to be left sore when I’m through with you, princess,” he murmured, and my cheeks flushed hotter.

Purposely, Aidan undid the intricate fastenings of his tuxedo one by one. The soft clink of his belt buckle being released sent shivers down my spine, and I watched as he deftly unbuttoned his pants, allowing the fabric to loosen around his hips. With each deliberate movement, my anticipation heightened, my gaze fixed on the hard outline of his cock. Slowly, he freed himself, and I swallowed hard.

He was so much bigger up close like this.

His cock was fully erect, and the veins on either side of it throbbed with his desire. His thick head was a deep red in color, the slit at the top already dribbling with precum. As I stared up at him, I swallowed with trepidation, imagining his thick length pressing deep into my mouth.

And then inside your ass.

A gentle, breathy whimper slipped free from my lips. The corners of his mouth curved upwards with satisfaction, and I fidgeted back and forth on my knees. Delicately, he cupped my chin, tilting it upward with a touch that was both firm and tender and guiding my gaze to meet his intense, brooding stare while I knelt before him.

“You’re even prettier than I imagined you would be on your knees before me, my beautiful bride,” he praised, and I couldn’t help but dip my head, feeling bashful.

“Daddy,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire and emotion.

“Open your mouth, princess. It’s time for you to take Daddy deep in that pretty throat,” he commanded, and before I knew what was happening, my jaw had fallen open, and his cock was mere inches in front of me.

Slowly, I leaned forward, spreading my lips as wide as they could go. Using my hands, I steadied myself on his thighs as I took his cock into my mouth for the first time. The tip slid against my tongue, and all of a sudden, the taste of him blossomed across my tongue.

He was raw masculinity, bitter, salty, sweet, and everything that drove me wild with need. My core clenched tight as my lips surrounded his thick length, taking him as deep into my mouth as I dared.

My movements were tentative at first as I explored his cock with my tongue, swirling and lightly suckling until he growled with warning.

“You’re sucking my cock like a little girl who needs her naughty little ass fucked raw, princess,” he rumbled, and my stomach clenched tight with sudden nervousness.

Immediately, I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder and a little faster. His hand wound around the back of my neck, both holding me in place and steadying me as I pleasured him with my mouth. His grip was firm, yet somehow still gentle, and I found myself leaning into it.

“That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl,” he breathed, his voice hoarse with his own need. It was by far one of the sexiest noises I’d ever heard, and a surge of desire raced straight to my clit. Bare beneath my dress, I was incredibly aware of the wetness stringing between my thighs. My inner walls fluttered, yearning to be full of the very thing that was currently using my mouth.

Gradually, his grip on the back of my neck tightened. His pelvis slid forward slowly, gently taking control. With every thrust, he pushed a little deeper into my mouth, claiming more and more of me until he pressed against the back of my throat. I gagged for the briefest of seconds before he pulled back. He remained there until I was able to get ahold of my reflex.

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