"You don't need to learn how to please me, pretty baby," he breathes in my ear. "You do that just by existing. It's daddy's turn to please you."
"Daddy," I sob, my heart filling so full I'm afraid it might burst in half. There's no way it's big enough to hold all the things I feel for him or how happy I am in this moment… his cum marking my body and his handprint across my bottom.
"I'm going to teach you why you need to think about daddy to make the ache go away, baby girl," he says, grinding his dick against my ass. It wedges itself between my cheeks, making me sob.
"Goddamn, I can't wait to slide inside that tight little hole," he growls, his weight pressing me down into the bed. With him on top of me and my shorts and panties around my knees, I'm completely at his mercy. Yet I've never felt so free. He may be the one in control, but I'm the one with the real power here.
He dry humps me like he can't help himself. Although, I'm so wet that there's really nothing dry about what he's doing to me. His cock glides with ease between my cheeks, bumping against my back entrance with every pass. He doesn't try to push inside, but just the thought alone has me on the verge of an orgasm. I want him to take me there, to claim and possess every part of me.
He has my name tattooed all over him. I want his seed dripping from every one of my holes. If that makes me bad, then I'll wear that title proudly. I'll be bad for him. Always for him.
"Roll over, princess," he demands, sliding one hand beneath me to help. It's awkward, but somehow, we manage to roll until he's on his back beneath me and I'm on top of him, staring up at the ceiling. His dick is still wedged between my cheeks.
He pulls my shirt up and then splays his hand across my belly. It quivers beneath his palm, excitement shooting through me.
"Keep your legs together," he murmurs in my ear, his hand creeping down my abdomen toward my center. "Don't move them until I say."
I try to tell him that I understand, but my throat is bone dry. All I manage to do is squeak. He seems to know what I'm trying to say. His fingertips brush my sex.
My body reacts, instinctively jolting upward, trying to get me closer to him.
His sharp smack to my pussy shocks me.
I cry out, jolting again. Somehow, it feels even better than his hand on my ass did.
"Easy, princess," he croons, cupping my right breast in his free hand. His fingers close over my nipple, pinching it. The thumb of his other hand glides down my slit, parting my folds.
"Daddy," I sob, overwhelmed by sensation.
"God, baby girl. You're so fucking wet."
"I'm s-sorry!"
His wicked chuckle ruins me. "You think I'm mad about it, princess? Hell no. I'm going to keep you this wet for the rest of your life," he growls in my ear. His thumb settles against my clit, thrumming there. "I want you dripping down your thighs before I get inside you."
"P-please," I beg, though I'm not sure exactly what I'm asking for or what I need.
He knows though. Somehow, he already knows my body better than I do. He grinds his thumb against my clit and pinches my nipple at the same time.
I shatter apart abruptly, wailing his name. My entire body seizes up, waves of bliss crashing through me in a maelstrom that leaves every inch of me overly sensitized and somehow still desperate at the same time.
He doesn't let up. His thumb rolls against my clit again and again, his fingers circling my hole. He touches every part of me, toying with my body like it's his to command now. My name whispers from his lips as if he finds pleasure in touching me, as if he feels as good as I do right now.
"This is why you think about daddy, Milan," he growls, rocking his hips so his erection slides between my cheeks again. The head of it bumps against his thumb and my clit with each pass. "Your body knows it belongs to me, that only I can give you what you need."
"Yes. God, daddy, please," I plead. The need to move my legs, to spread them wide is almost overwhelming. I writhe on top of him, unable to stay still. Unable to stop begging him for more. He's right. My body does belong to him.
He yanks the cups of my bra down. The lace scratches across my nipples, making me cry out his name again. Everything feels so good. Every time he moves beneath me, I feel him everywhere. He's wicked, punishing me with pleasure and then easing off until the need to come again is unbearable. It tears through me, twisting my stomach into knots.
It's heaven. It's hell. It's everything.
"Daddy, please!" I scream, unable to stop myself as need builds higher and higher.
The next thing I know, I'm flying through the air. Right before I land on the bed, he grabs me, laying me out beneath him. I catch a flash of his face, his eyes blazing with heat, and then he's ripping my shorts and panties off of me.
"Daddy!" I wail, clawing his back as he buries his face in my sex with a savage growl.
He eats me like he's a wild animal, digging his hands into my hips to lift me toward his mouth. He's loud and messy, snarling and growling as he licks my clit and then sucks my lower lips into his mouth one at a time. He presses his tongue to my hole, pushing his way inside to fuck me with it.
I cling to the sheets and then to him, pulling his hair, trying to hold on. I feel like I'm flying and falling at the same time, my insides floating upward and then plummeting back toward earth in dizzying circles. It's the most powerful sensation I've ever felt, and I never want it to end.
Until his tongue creeps lower. And then lower again.
He presses it against my back entrance, eating me there too.
As soon as I feel it there, I come again. A flurry of explosions detonate inside me all at once, ripping through my veins like fire. They unmake me entirely, melting me into nothing but a pool of pleasure and sensation. It's massive, overwhelming. I try to push him off, to slow it down before it kills me.
"Take it, princess," he growls, ruthlessly holding me down beneath him. He captures my hands in one of his, easily controlling my body. He doesn't stop eating me, doesn't give a single inch. He keeps on until he's satisfied. Until I'm begging.
He dominates me with frightful ease, as if he's done this to me a thousand times before and knows exactly how to make me submit. I do, with a whimper that I feel in my soul.
This man… My God, this man is going to own me. And I'm going to love every minute of it.