Page 15 of Wicked William

“Grind that sweet pussy on me,” I murmur. “Use my cock.”

She moves her hips, and I feel her trembling with pleasure.

“Harder.”

“Bossy,” she says.

I cup her, roughly, probably bruising her sweet skin. “I saidusemy cock. I’m not playing. Make yourself come.”

She inhales sharply. Then laughs with a newfound freedom. “Yes, Daddy.” She grinds harder.

“I bet you are so fucking wet. Are you, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Come on my fucking dick.”

She writhes on me, dry humping eagerly. I can feel her pleasure building, and so is mine.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur. “Come all over me. Do you feel how hard you make me?”

“Mmmm. Yes, Daddy,” she moans in that whiskey-soaked voice of hers.

No woman has ever called me Daddy before. It’s a fucking revelation. I’m leaking precum like crazy, and it’s all I can do to hold back my own orgasm.

“Daddy’s cock wants in you so bad. Do you want that? Does baby’s pussy want to be stuffed hard with Daddy’s cock?”

“Oh yes. Yes please.”

“Then you come first. You show Daddy how pretty you come.”

She cries out, her orgasm overtaking her. She shudders and shakes, riding out the aftershocks like I’m an electric bull in a country-western bar. She collapses against me, and we both catch our breaths.

“You really aren’t a nice guy, are you?” she asks softly.

“It’s too late for you now.”

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