“I see what you’re looking at and just know the names of our children, and your name, are going to be etched on my skin forever.”
“I want that.”
“And I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can and show Daddy just how wet you are.”
“I”m drenched, Daddy,” I say, nearly tucking my ankles behind my head.
“Fuck me,” he grunts. This is like hitting the Powerball the same instant you get struck by lightning, twice. And I’m not letting this moment pass me by again like I did earlier.
He brings the crown of his cock to my opening, running the tip through my slick folds, coating his rod in my sticky juices.
“You ready, because once I start all sense of control is going to be lost.”
I nod.
“Say it. I need to hear it.”
“Yes, Daddy. Fill me with your big cock,” I demand and he does exactly that.
Gripping my hips he drives into me in one motion, filling me completely. I suck in deep, my entire body freezing at the foreign body invading mine.
“You okay, sugar?”
I nod, batting my eyelashes to keep the tear I feel forming from falling down my cheek.
“You sure?”
“It hurts a little, but in a good way.”
“Wait until you feel this,” he warns, slowly easing his cock out of me, every nerve ending inside me being caressed with pleasure at a level I would have never guessed possible.
“Oh fuck,” I inhale.
“So damn tight. So damn tense. Just breathe,” he reminds me, kissing my cheek and then laying down a line of kisses across my collarbone.
I do as I’m told, focusing on keeping air coming into my body, but I feel like I’m completely filled up in all ways right now, especially as he slides back inside me, filling the void he created by sliding out.
Now that his dick is buried inside me I have no idea how I ever lived without it. I need this every hour of every day. I’m attached to him in ways I couldn’t even comprehend before. And at this point, I can’t even tell where my body ends and his begins.
“Right there,” I call out. “Right there,” as he rubs my nub with his calloused thumb at a one o’clock position as he continues rocking his hips forward and back.
My tiny twin bed squeaks wildly, not built to support the weight of this massive man, which is just inches above my tiny frame.
“I’m losing control,” he says, his hips thrusting wildly as he removes his hand from my clit, slapping them both against the wall above the top of my bed as he uses it for leverage to thrust into me.
Seconds later and I’m being tossed about like a rag doll, my body flailing wildly as he hammers his dick home into my virgin pussy.
I’ve never tried drugs, but this is exactly what I imagine addiction looking like.
“More, Daddy. More. Fuck your bad girl good.”
My words send him into overdrive, my body covered in sweat as my hair sticks to my face. My hands reach up to grab him, but my arms are numb and I feel like I’m boneless, floating on a cloud.
He senses my need, scooping one hand underneath me and lifting me off the mattress as he continues claiming my wet cunt with his thickness.
“Who’s my bad little girl?” he growls.
“I am, Daddy.”