Page 12 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

I shook my head and bit my lip, anticipation coursing through my veins. I needed more. More of everything he had to give. Duke was turning me into an organism motivated by one thing and one thing only.

Need.

“Good girl,” he murmured and raised the hem of my dress, slowly enough so I could have uttered my safe word if I wanted to. But after his sexy discipline, my inhibitions lay helpless, as if someone had prodded them with a hotshot. When his huge hand slipped its fingers under my panty line, I wriggled to encourage him to get me naked, wanting nothing to come between us. I longed to feel his bare hand on my skin and hoped it would be enough to put him over the edge.

He stroked me at first, his voice sounding as if he were in pain. “So soft. Like satin.”

Suddenly, his hot palm came down on my ass as he spanked me harder and faster, the slaps ringing out with each strike. My skin burned, my buttocks stinging as I felt every blow reverberate through my body like a current of electricity coursing through my veins. With each spank, Duke chanted, “Naughty, naughty girl, making me want you so bad. Making my cock so hard it hurts.” His whacking became more enthusiastic, and my thoughts scampered around. The strength of his passion was at once mystifying and arousing. The blood pounded in my temples, and my face grew hot with humiliation.

I knew I was getting what I asked for, but it was still a shock to feel how hot it was, and despite how I blushed at my excitement over getting my ass swatted, I hoped to God he wouldn’t stop.

Duke kept going and spoke in an even tone, as if it were no effort to chasten me with his hand. “Your beautiful ass is a deep shade of pink all over. I enjoy marking you like this and wonder if it matches the sweet spot between your legs.”

Suddenly, he stopped and gently smoothed the sting away, running his hand back and forth across my bottom. He eased me off of his lap and lay me down on the bed, where I tried to catch my breath, to no avail. His punishment made me more excited than I was before, skin throbbing, heart pounding, and it thrilled me to get exactly what I wanted.

Duke stood over the bed now, looking down at me, and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. He was still fully clothed, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make out that he rivaled a brawny bull in the downstairs department.

I’d seen enough animals being bred to recognize the raging beast of need in his eyes, and it didn’t frighten me one bit.

He lowered himself and put his shoulders between my thighs and, with one hand, traced slow circles around my clit. I moaned his name, “Duke.” With each stroke, I became more eager for him to explore me, and I spread my legs open as an invitation. He slid his fingers under the hem of my undies, and tugged on the fabric until it ripped, tossing my undies to the side.

His rhythm increased until he pinched, tugging and squeezing until I didn’t know if I ached more from pleasure or pain. I writhed against his hand, lost to the sensation of his strong fingers plying me in a way no other man had before.

Duke knew exactly what I needed as he alternated tender stroking with harder tugs, driving me wild with desire. With his alternate hand, he slid two fingers inside and made a smug sound of male pleasure. “So wet.” His attention turned to searching, probing, stroking my insides until he appeared to find what he sought after. “That’s it. That’s the spot that’s going to make my sweet Clover spurt.” He started massaging that place, while tweaking and squeezing my clit, and suddenly, my chest gave a surprised jerk, and my entire body was awash with overlapping waves of pleasure. “That’s it, baby girl. Soak my hand, and scream my name when you come.”

I barely heard him say the words through my fog of lust, and obeyed by crying out, “Duke! Daddy! Oh my God!”

Afterwards, my legs felt like jelly, as if a tidal wave had hit me and tossed my body up on the shore. “What thehellwas that?” I asked.

This man, who was a fantasy come to life, chuckled between my legs. “That, my sweet thing, was your G-spot.”

“Oh, no,” I said, looking down at the place where he lay. “I got your comforter all wet.”

“I’ll never wash it again. Now, keep being good for me,” he purred, standing up, and in an instant, his jeans came undone and was tossed to the floor, along with his button-down shirt.

His swollen, veiny cock shoved up against his stomach, an almost angry red. The head of it was shiny with pre-cum and looked like candy to my eyes.

He moved to lie over me, and I felt his thick cock press against my entrance. His eyes bore into mine, searching for a sign of resistance or objection, but he found only eagerness in my gaze. He pushed my knees up and wedged himself between my thighs.

“Think long and hard about your safe word, Clover. Things can’t ever go back to the way they were. After this, you’re mine.”

I paused as if to ponder what he said, but I knew the answer right away. “Do whatever you want with me.”

Now, where did that come from?I’d never said those words to any guy before, but Duke wasn’t just any dude.

His hips slowly pumped at me, shoving his thickness through my lower lips so that my inner walls clenched, telling me just how much I needed him inside me.

He started by sliding his hands under my buttocks and tilting my pelvis towards the ceiling, lifting me onto his throbbing cock. Ever so slowly, his erection filled me until I felt every inch of him inside. He gripped both my ass cheeks for better leverage and inched out before driving deep again, each shove sending bolts of pleasure through my body.

I clung to him as I struggled to keep up with the increasing intensity of his thrusts. He nipped my neck and plucked at my nipples with his free hand while I writhed uncontrollably beneath him.

Duke slammed hard into me, moving faster, pulling out all the way and then plunging deep. My body tightened around him as I screamed out in bliss from the intense sensation that ripped through me like wildfire.

With each thrust, more pleasure spread through my body until finally, Duke groaned. “Such a good girl with a pretty, tight, wet little pussy... Daddy’s gonna come in you now.”

He slammed his pelvis against mine so that we notched together—locked like two puzzle pieces—while his hot seed spilled deep within me.

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