Page 71 of Watch Me, Daddy

All my defenses crumbled, and I surrendered completely to the intoxicating pull between us. I let go of the last vestiges of resistance, allowing myself to be carried away by the torrent of desire that surged through me. Nothing else mattered but the two of us in that moment, his hold on me, his cock sinking into me, and his fingers holding my clit captive.

My desire surged hotter, and the fucking only grew more intense. Aidan pistoned his hips so hard that I slid forward with every thrust. His hands around my hips held me in place as he gave me the hardest fucking of my life.

My asshole pinched, and I cried out, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, it spurred his fucking on that much harder. He fucked my soul right out of my body and then put it right back in place again.

The pain never faded away, but it was obscured a little bit by the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through my body. His cock speared into me over and over again, igniting the blazing, stretching burn. Pain constantly coursed up and down my spine, settling deep in my core and cascading outwards into every fiber of my being. My fingers clutched at the comforter on top the bed and my toes curled, my orgasm lasting far longer than I thought possible.

When I finally came down from that first orgasm, I expected him to slow down, but he didn’t.

“Daddy!” I cried out.

“I’m enjoying myself, naughty girl. This is going to be one sore little hole when I’m through with it,” he warned.

I opened my mouth to protest, but deep down, I knew a part of me wanted this even if I didn’t want to admit it out loud. I’d known I had instigated something when I’d bitten his lip, but I had assumed it would just be a spanking. I hadn’t anticipated that he would take my bottom, too.

That only makes it that much hotter, and you know it.

Despite my shame, another orgasm erupted up from deep inside of me, and I was powerless against it. As it crept closer and closer, I fought it with everything in me, but it didn’t matter.

I was always going to come more than once whether I wanted to or not.

That only makes you come even harder, doesn’t it?

I renewed my efforts and tried to hold my next release in the wings, but I was grasping at straws. I might have prolonged it by a few seconds, but no more than that.

When I came again, there was a very tiny part of it that was unwilling, but that made my body convulse with passionate heat. My orgasm coursed through me in spades, surging up and down my arms and legs with wild abandon. The intensity was so high that my eyes rolled back in my head.

“That’s it, princess. Come hard for me while I punish this naughty little ass with my cock,” he growled, and my climax turned so powerful that anything else ceased to exist. Euphoria coursed through me, one tidal wave after another.

It was with that orgasm that I finally admitted to myself that I wanted this, all of it. I wanted him to spank me. I wanted him to fuck my ass, and most of all, I wanted him to force me to come harder than I’d ever come in my life while he did it.

The next orgasm hit me, fully allowing my realization to set in as I lost control beneath him. I writhed as my clit throbbed hard underneath his fingertips, with him obviously prolonging each and every second as long as he could.

I lost count after that.

I came so many times that every muscle in my body succumbed to complete surrender, giving him all of me as I shattered for him.

Pain and pleasure transformed into a single, dizzying sensation. Ecstasy spiraled through me, reaching heights that felt like an overdose. Fully intoxicated by passionate desire, I lost myself in each climax, fully accepting that Aidan was going to make me come as many times as he wanted, as hard as he wanted, and that my asshole was going to be very sore by the time he was through.

“Daddy, please come,” I begged.

“Daddy decides when you’ve had enough, princess,” he replied darkly.

My asshole pinched hard, and I could feel another brutal orgasm brewing in the deep, dark depths of my soul.

“Am I being gentle?” he asked, his rumbling voice reverberating through me with extreme intensity.

“No, Daddy!” I wailed.

“This is what you need, though, isn’t it, princess. You need a man to put you in your place in his bed from time to time, to spank your bottom bright red and fuck that pretty mouth. You need a man to fuck this tight little ass until you break on his cock, don’t you?”

His words seared into me like a brand. It was as if he could see right through me, into the parts of me that I kept secret, and read me like a book. I buried my face in the comforter, hoping to hide from the truth, but he didn’t let me.

“Answer me, babygirl,” he demanded.

“Yes, Daddy!” I wailed as he thrust into me harder than he had yet.

“Then come for me. Make this last one harder than all the rest.”

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