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I suckled him harder, bobbing my head back and forth. His fingers tightened and he thrust into me even more firmly.

“Daddy is enjoying himself, little girl. He wants to make sure that he leaves this pretty throat sore too,” he murmured, and he set to using my mouth at a furious pace. I did my best to keep up and open myself as much as possible, but it hurt, and I hadn’t had any training for something like this. My body fought back on occasion, forcing me to gag around his length. He groaned every time, likely enjoying the way my throat spasmed around his cock.

My own fingers worked between my thighs. I stroked myself in small circles, gradually increasing the pressure until I was on the cusp of release once more. My legs quivered just the slightest bit and he thrust deep into my throat at the same time.

His fingers gripped at my scalp even more tightly and his thrusts quickened at first, then became more erratic the more I suckled at him. My throat and mouth were sore, but that no longer mattered.

Now we both just needed to come.

I moaned around his thick length, hardly even aware of the fact that my eyes were watering, and a number of tears had escaped to roll down my cheeks. He looked down at me and growled, the sound low and deep in his throat and that was enough to throw me over the edge into a hard orgasm that shattered me.

My entire body tensed with all-consuming pleasure and he groaned one last time right before I could feel his cock pulsing against my tongue. At once, his seed spurted into the back of my throat and for one achingly long second, I gagged and tried not to cough it back up. His fingers tightened and then with everything in me, I began to swallow.

His cum pelted the roof of my mouth again and again until he pushed all the way inside me and breached the back of my throat. He held me there and I struggled against him, drawing in air through my nose as I swallowed everything that he gave me. When his orgasm ended, his fingers loosened on the back of my head and he slowly allowed me to pull back and suck in a shaky breath. My body started to tremble, the effects of this unexpected interlude finally collapsing down on me.

Dean tucked his cock back into his pants and quickly knelt down and gathered me in his arms. He said nothing about the way my jeans and panties were tangled around my ankles, simply carrying me toward the couch in the living room. He sat down and placed me in his lap, curling his arms protectively around me as my limbs continued to shake.

“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he whispered.

He’d just fucked my throat hard enough to leave it feeling sore and well used, but now he was holding me like a treasure in his arms and that did something to my guarded heart that I really didn’t want to recognize.

His fingers drew up and down my back, circling in small movements as I caught my breath. Bashfully, I wiped my fingers along my lips. For some reason, it worried me enough to check if I’d missed even a drop of his seed, but I found nothing. My face was clean. I’d swallowed everything and that made me rather proud of myself.

I grinned and nestled my cheek into the hollow of his neck. I breathed in deeply, taking in the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with the gentle aroma of his sweat and arousal. I found it calming and did it again, inadvertently pressing my body even closer to his as I did so. His palm dropped to my backside, squeezing it possessively and for some strange reason, that made me smile.

We lay together like that for a while and when I was ready, I tentatively lifted my head.

“May I have another mimosa,

Daddy?” I asked. I was thirsty after all of that.

“One more couldn’t hurt, I think,” he said with a grin.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Good girls deserve to be spoiled sometimes, don’t they?” he asked. There was an air of command in his tone that made my clit throb to life once more.

I blushed and looked away, but he cleared his throat.

“Answer me, little girl,” he warned as his hand dropped threateningly to cup my bare backside.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, feeling my face flush heatedly with embarrassment to be made to say such a dirty thing.

“Good girl. Now stand up,” he instructed. He offered a helping hand, and I took it. I climbed to my feet and before I could reach down and cover myself, he was already kneeling and grasping my panties within his fingers. He pulled them up and I shivered, the effect of him dressing me feeling just as arousing, if not more so, than him undressing me.

With my bottom and my pussy no longer bare, he brushed his fingertips over the thin fabric, making me shiver again. Next, he pulled my jeans into place. Once the zipper was done up and he’d buttoned them, he roughly cupped my bottom and pulled my body against him so that his cock was pressing right up against my pussy.

He was hard again.

The man was a beast.

I flushed at the thought.

“I’m looking forward to taking off every last piece of clothing off this beautiful body when I return,” he murmured, and his words forced a jolt of arousal straight to my clit.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped as his fingertips dug even deeper into my bottom.

“Sit down, baby girl. I’ll get you another drink,” he demanded, and I shuffled over to the chairs at the island once more. Sore and incredibly well satisfied, I couldn’t think of any sassy retort, nor did I feel like I needed to.


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