He groans, kissing me even harder before he quickly begins tongue fucking me. But I’m ready for the real thing.
His knees slide back and the weight of his body pins me to the mattress. Next thing I know I feel his thick digits gripping my wrists, bringing them up and over my head.
“Anything you don’t like you say the word ’rooster.’ You understand?”
I nod, but apparently it’s not enough.
“I need to hear you say it. That you understand.”
“I understand, Daddy. I’m ready to play and I know that if Daddy gets too rough I can stop it at any time with the word he chose.”
“That’s right. You’re always in control, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”
“I don’t want it to seem like it. I want Daddy to lose control so I can too.”
“Oh, Daddy’s on the edge of losing control right now,” he smirks, as I feel my wrists being wrapped in something silky, like a scarf possibly, and quickly he releases my wrists and I go to move my hands forward only to discover I can’t.
“You like that, baby girl? You like not being able to move your hands?”
“I like it all, Daddy. But why can’t I move my hands during our game?”
“So Daddy can tease you, take you to the brink and pull back, heightening your pleasure, little one.”
He kisses his way down my neck and across my collarbone and instantly I understand exactly what he means.
I want to rake my hands in his hair. I want to grip his skull and press his mouth into my flesh. I want to grab his face and kiss him hard.
And I can’t, exactly due to his design.
My upper body arches into his lips, but his hunger is so intense his mouth pushes me right back down to the sheets. For long minutes all he does is kiss me as if he’s memorizing each and every inch of my body with his tongue before he arrives at my mons pubis.
He engulfs my clit in his mouth and does exactly what he did the other day, exactly what got me off.
“Daddy, I’m close,” I call out, and just like that, his lips leave my flesh.
“We don’t want you finishing too early. We need to come together, honey. The perfect conception.”
I swallow hard just before he scissors his long inches through my folds, putting me right back on the precipice, in danger of falling over the edge.
His cock picks up speed, moving quickly through my wetness as he leans in and kisses me so gently on the neck, just below my ear. The dichotomy of his movements is nearly too much, and I try to hold back my climax.
“You’re a good girl for waiting on Daddy.”
“Uh huh,” I whimper.
“Because I know you know just how much Daddy wants to tear through that unclaimed hymen of yours and make you his forever. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I spit out as quickly as possible in one breath. “I know and I want it too,” the words explode from my lips.
“Fuck yeah, baby girl,” he groans, his forehead coming to rest on mine, his eyes closing just before he inhales a quick burst through his flared nostrils. His eyes reopen as he jaw clenches and his five o’clock shadow grazes across my skin.
Suddenly he flips me over onto my tummy, spreads my cheeks, and stares down my most forbidden place. How he unhooked my silk restraints I don’t even know. I’m lost, everything is happening so fast.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I cry out.
“Not yet,” he grunts, allowing my cheeks to settle back into place just before bringing a palm down across them, the sting causing me to lurch forward, the pain instant.
He keeps his hand in place, rubbing my flesh, kneading my globes.