“Good girl,” he answered, his voice thick with desire and pride. “You should know that your tight little pussy squeezes around my cock every time you call me Daddy.”
I wailed and he thrust inside me far harder than before. I squealed and he gripped my hips, pulling me back so that they didn’t rock into the table. I thought it was sweet at first, but then he started using his hold on me as leverage to fuck me a bit harder.
“Oh! Please! That hurts,” I whined.
“A spanking isn’t the only way to punish you, little girl. Daddy is going to teach you a very firm lesson at the end of his cock,” he growled and my pussy practically spasmed around him.
He leaned over me, his lips brushing against my ear, and I gasped, but it ended up sounding more like a moan than anything else.
“If you had been a good girl and bent over the table this morning, I would have fucked you gently, but you were a naughty girl, weren’t you? You need Daddy to punish you so that you know how much he cares for you,” he demanded, thrusting hard into me with every word.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned and he pistoned into me several times so hard that I would have toppled over if the table wasn’t beneath me. My pussy squeezed hard around his cock, and he jerked me backwards a bit farther, enough to where he could reach one hand around the front of me.
His fingers brushed my clit.
“Oh, please!” I whined. I tried to rock against his touch, but that only resulted in him spanking my clit. I cried out in surprise even as my body spasmed around him in a very shameful reveal of what I really thought about his harsh response.
His fingers returned to my clit, driving me wild with his touch at the same time his cock surged in and out of my pussy. I bit my lip, trying to keep still and failing. I was so wound up I could think of nothing else but to beg. He’d liked that before. Maybe he would like that now.
“Daddy, please. Please make me come,” I pleaded. He growled with desire.
“How many times did you come while thinking about Daddy’s cock this afternoon, little girl?” he asked.
“Two times, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Then you will come three times for me tonight,” he vowed, snapping his hips hard enough that his pelvis practically spanked the sore flesh of my backside.
“I’ve never…” I began.
His palm slapped my pussy again, only harder this time. The sting was insurmountable for several moments. I was so tender. I was almost certain that if he spanked me that way one more time, I would come simply from the myriad sensations alone.
“You’re going to come for Daddy three times like a good girl, aren’t you, Cami?” he declared, and my body reacted almost viscerally with raw need.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, and his fingers descended onto my clit with intention this time. His touch was firm, almost cruel, but it was exactly what I needed. My core spiraled with pleasure, curling tighter with every passing second until I thought I would split in two. His cock connected the two of us as one, taking over my every waking thought even as his fingers tortured my clit.
I’d thought about this moment for so long. I’d wanted to see him, to feel him inside me like this, to take possession of my body as his once and for all and now it was happening. My belted flesh burned, but now it was simply fueling my arousal and making it flare that much hotter.
I moaned desperately, unable to keep myself from clawing at the table. I writhed and bucked beneath him, taking what he gave me and suffering through every deliciously wicked moment. My body quaked, shaking with unreleased bliss that threatened to break free at any second. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I wailed, struggling to keep my composure even as I realized that it would soon be a battle that I would not win.
“That’s it, little girl. Come hard for Daddy,” he encouraged.
His words made me fall apart. My body obeyed him, shattering at his command. I screamed as my sore pussy spasmed around his cock, electric surges of pleasure racing through me with the power of a thousand storms. I howled as I writhed, but he didn’t stop. He just continued to fuck me, thrusting into me harder than ever, all while he worried my clit and forced me to take every second of that first orgasm he could.
It was powerful and incredible, but it was freedom like I’d never felt before.
By the time that initial release began to ebb, I was panting and struggling to draw in air. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest and my body continued to shake with one powerful aftershock after the next.
He slowed down the pace of my fucking, letting me catch my breath before he started winding up again.
“Please! My clit! I’m too sensitive,” I whined.
He cupped my pussy in warning. “I can always spank your little clit instead, naughty girl,” he threatened, and my inner walls gripped him hard again.
“No. Not that, please, Daddy,” I begged, and he returned to teasing my clit with his fingertips once again. I sighed in relief, even though it was still a little punishing to be touched like that so soon after my first orgasm.
“Two more orgasms, little girl,” he stated, and I shook with nervous anticipation. His forceful touch persisted and the initial sensitivity I’d felt soon fled, only to be replaced with an even greater need. He started to increase the pace of his thrusts once again, which renewed the soreness in my already well-used channel, but my need grew to overwhelm the pain in a terrifyingly quick span of time.
“Daddy has thought about fucking this sweet little pussy many times, little girl,” he told me and my core spasmed hard. I found that so arousing and I couldn’t help but moan, both ashamed and excited to know he’d been thinking about me that way too.