Page 47 of Sin With Me

Daddy555:

Turn around and bend forward with your legs spread so I can see it all.

Daddy555:

I want to see your fingers disappearing into that virgin asshole.

I let out a long breath before rolling onto my hands and knees. It takes a bit of maneuvering to keep my face hidden while in this position. Slowly, I dip my fingers into my pussy, embarrassed heat rushing to my face when I realize how right he is. I’m soaked—dripping. All because of this man. This stranger.

It’s Isaac, a little voice in my head sings. I try to push that thought away, the image of him behind me, lining his cock up with my ass, but I can’t. I can’t stop imagining the sounds he’d make, the tight grip he’d have on my full hips, the unapologetic way he’d sink inside me.

My pussy spasms around my fingers and I let out another embarrassingly loud moan.

Would he be gentle with me?

No, my brain laughs at me. Definitely not.

I shiver at the thought and focus on my fingers. I pump them a few times, wanting them to be as wet as they can be before I slip them out. I lower my cheek to the rug as I slide my fingers higher, inhaling sharply as they brush over my asshole. I drop back down onto the dildo, rocking my hips rhythmically.

My eyes close as I slowly press one finger inside, gasping at the fullness. It’s Isaac’s finger I imagine, and I can’t help the next whimper that slips from me.

I push further in, absently shocked I’m actually enjoying this so much. Being stretched wide around a dildo with my fingers in my asshole while on camera for a stranger.

It’s a stretch, but I slip my other hand between my legs and find my clit with my fingers. I circle it and zaps of electricity shoot through my body. My core clenches around the toy and my fingers, causing black dots to dance around the edges of my vision.

I’m so close. So close.

Cha-ching.

Cha-ching.

Fuck!

“I’m so close, Daddy,” I shout, my body shaking with the need to come. I need it like I need air. “Please!”

My second finger joins my first, and I cry out at the fullness. Slowly, I slide them in and out, harder and deeper each time, my other hand still working my clit.

I can almost hear Isaac growling, “Take it, sweetheart.”

My body begins vibrating, and I rub my clit faster. With my eyes still squeezed shut, I can’t help but see Isaac’s face straining as he pounds into me, his usually perfect hair mussed from me running my fingers through it, his lips red and swollen from kissing me.

I moan at the images playing out in my mind, at the controlling, brutal way I imagine Isaac would fuck me. A part of me wants it rough, and I know he’d give it to me like that. He’s too passionate of a man to be gentle. And I don’t want him to be.

My muscles tremble with the effort to hold back my orgasm, but I don’t know how much longer I can last.

“Please, Daddy,” I cry, my fingers moving faster as my hips slam down on the dildo. My body is a trembling, needy mess. I’m shaking from head to toe. “I—I can’t—“ I shake my head, my cheek digging into the carpet. “Can’t stop–”

But it’s too late. My orgasm barrels into me with the force of a tsunami just as a new sound fills the static air of my bedroom.

“Come, sweetheart.” I jolt at the raspy sound of his deep voice. “Come with me.”

“Oh my God,” I scream, my mind hazy and ears ringing from sheer ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he bellows. “Wish I could fill your tight pussy up with my cum.”

His voice washes over me as the last tendrils of my orgasm send shocks throughout my body. It’s deep, raspy, and raw, like he rarely speaks. It’s not the rumbling, jovial sound I’m so used to hearing every morning and night. It’s not him.

Not Isaac.

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