Sure, I’d had multiple orgasms, but never so close together. Never like this.
This was so different.
“Daddy!” I wailed.
“That’s it, little girl. Come again for me,” he commanded. “Daddy wants to hear your screams.”
My world shattered as I came for him a second time, every nerve in my body firing with electrifying bliss that held me prisoner and refused to let go. That initial feeling of complete liberation exploded into something much bigger. I felt like I was freefalling, and the ground was nowhere in sight, but I didn’t care because the volatile pleasure I was feeling was worth every fucking second of it.
Now that my ankles were free, I could open my legs just a little bit, but my jeans were down around my feet. I could only spread them so far so that made this feel even raunchier and dirtier than it already was.
My muscles tensed, preparing for a third orgasm that was going to come whether I liked it or not. His merciless fingers continued to work my clit incessantly, coercing more pleasure than I ever thought possible forward. I whimpered and pleaded, but he never stopped.
That terrifying precipice surged forward once more.
I dove off of that ledge, not knowing and not caring where the ground would be. I threw my head back, arching my back and giving him as much access to my body as I could.
Then he slipped a single finger inside me and my world imploded.
I came a third time. I came so hard it rattled me senseless.
Still, he didn’t stop.
He added a second finger while using several others to work my clit at the same time.
Four orgasms.
Five.
Then six.
I screamed with pleasure and then there was a distinct change in my sounds. My voice grew hoarser,
my moans deeper. I couldn’t have remained quiet even if I tried. I was too far gone, too lost in my desire to do anything but feel.
And I felt. I felt so much it began to hurt.
Seven. Eight. Nine times more.
He was relentless, never ceasing and never tiring of making me scream and quiver with frantic passion.
“You’re going to come one more time for Daddy, little girl. Long and hard for me,” he coaxed, and my core folded in on itself with insane need more powerful than I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Oh, please, Daddy,” I pleaded.
“Come for me, little girl. Don’t make me get the belt again,” he said firmly.
I could have sworn my heart stopped as a jolt of terrifying electricity burst through me. An almost primal wail of pleasure escaped my throat as my pussy throbbed hard. My inner walls clutched greedily at his thick fingers as they slipped in and out of me. I writhed face down on that bed as I struggled to take every last second of bliss that he’d forced from me. My thighs trembled, shuddering with sensation until at long last the soul-changing ecstasy that coursed through me began to very slowly ebb away.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he murmured.
My entire body was quivering, awash in endless tiny aftershocks of passion that refused to stop, racing up and down my limbs. My fingers and toes felt numb as the blood swirled around in my core. My clit wouldn’t stop pulsing.
The only thing I could do was draw in one breath after the next, again and again until I felt my heart return to some semblance of normal. The blazing heat simmering just beneath my skin refused to quell, but before long I started to shiver, and I wasn’t quite sure why.
I heard him move beside me and then the unmistakable sound of his fly unzipping rattled me. Had he changed his mind? Was he going to fuck me after all? Did I want him to?
“Look at Daddy, little girl. Look at how hard punishing you has made Daddy’s cock,” he ordered, and I bit my lip as I hesitantly turned my head. He looked kind of sexy in his black cotton t-shirt and dark blue jeans, but that wasn’t what truly caught my attention. My chest shook and I shuddered hard as I watched him free his cock from the confines of his pants.