“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to my cheek. “I want to feel you come all over my hand, Baby Bird. Don’t hold back.”
As if his words have cast a spell on me, I feel myself speeding closer and closer to the edge. My pussy throbs. I grind my clit against his hand, humping him as he fucks me.
I’m so close. There’s a dense ball of heat forming in my lower stomach, taking on more and more gravity with each second that passes. Despite me being the one getting worked up, Ben sounds almost out of breath as he pants close to my ear.
“That’s it, baby, I can feel you... Just let go.”
Fisting the bedsheets, I dive headfirst into my orgasm, weathering wave after wave of pleasure that breaks over me. My pussy clamps around Ben’s fingers, as he slows his pumping and grinding, providing just enough stimulation for me to ride the current into a slightly weaker, but no less satisfying climax.
“I love to watch you come, Baby Bird. I love the sounds you make, and the way your eyes squeeze shut.”
He withdraws from my pussy and brings his hand up to suck my wetness from his fingers. I watch him savor the taste of me, too speechless to do more than stare.
It feels like a small eternity later when my muscles finally relax into a gooey heap on the bed. I don’t realize that Ben is still fully dressed until he rises from the bed and starts to take his clothes off.
His defined abs contract beautifully as he lifts his shirt overhead. He removes his pants and boxers next, and I can’t help but lick my lips as his hard cock springs up. Pre-come beads at the tip, proof of just how much he enjoys making me come.
“Are you ready for Daddy’s hard cock, Baby Bird?” he asks, grabbing hold of himself and pumping once, twice...
It takes all the remaining strength in my body for me to grasp the backs of my knees and pull my legs up and apart, exposing every inch of my ass and pussy to Ben’s hungry gaze.
“I’m always ready for you, Daddy.”
“Fucking hell, baby,” Ben grits out, his cock jumping in his hand.
Before I can say anything else, he slowly presses his dick into me. This time there’s no urgency, no immediate bottoming out. He takes it slow and easy, allowing me to feel every inch of his big, fat, daddy cock as it stretches my pussy. Even after having had his fingers inside me, I’m still not fully prepared for the size of him. I whine like a siren the whole way in, until his balls finally touch my ass.
“You wrap around me so perfectly, like you were made for me, Baby Bird.” His voice is rough and a little shaky, like he’s holding himself back.
I lift my hips, taking his girthy cock even deeper. He gasps.
“Show me, Daddy,” I beg. “Show me that I was made to be yours.”
With a broken moan, Ben grasps the backs of my knees and forces my legs even further back. He leans over me to capture my lips, pressing our naked bodies together and hammering his cock into me.
I yelp with surprise, and Ben swallows it, plundering my mouth with his tongue. Our moans meld together as if we’re one person, one body, one stream of desire.
His punishing thrusts slow to a leisurely roll as he pours all his love and adoration into the kiss. I feel his hands glide up and down the backs of my thighs, teasing and squeezing my soft flesh.
Normally I wouldn’t be able to come again so quickly, but I’m still so sensitive from my last orgasm. This new, deeper angle has his cock brushing against a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. I cry out in surprise as I crash into my third orgasm, a punchy, hard clenching of my inner muscles. I break the hungry kiss with a gasp, my pussy throbbing around Ben’s thick cock. He makes a strangled noise above me but otherwise doesn’t move, just lets me use him to once again draw out my climax for as long as I can.
When I finally stop twitching, Ben kisses my chin, my nose, my eyebrows. I sigh with pleasure, soaking up his affection.
“Did that feel good for you, Baby Bird?”
I hum. “God, yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He presses his lips to mine one more time and then pulls out of me, still rock hard.
Confused, I ask, “Wait, you didn’t finish, Daddy?”
“It’s okay, baby. Your pussy’s taken enough of a beating already. Besides, we have to ice your ha—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I grasp his shoulders and shove him onto his back. He chuckles as I climb on top of him.
“What’re you doing, Baby Bird?”
“You always take such good care of me, Daddy. So it’s only fair that I take care of you.”