Page 82 of Barron

She’d asked him to go all out, and he had.

Now he slipped his fingers through her labia, one handsplayed her wide as the other concentrated on her clit. Barron dug in, he twisted her aroused flesh between his fingers, tortured her clit taking her once more to the edge, but not pushing her over.

“I can’t hold on,” she wailed, as spams took her. “Please, Daddy, please. Fill me, let me come.”

“Sounds like you’re ready for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she exhaled, hoping he’d give her the go-ahead.

He situated himself behind her and bent over to cage her between his arms again. His torso rested lightly on her back, and the front of his thighs pressed the backs of hers. The coarse hair on his skin felt like an erotic caress. He controlled her every movement, and that was how she wanted it to be. Her pussy, hot, wet and ready for his invasion.

The crown of his cock teased the entrance to her sheath with tiny pushes. He was driving her mad…then nudged deeper…

“Daddy, wait.”

“I didn’t ask you a question.”

“But the thing is still inside me.”

“So?” He nudged deeper.

“I’m full. I don’t have room.”

“You have room.” He slid another inch.

The stiff vibrator pushed against her core from the opposite side. She was full…so, so full.

“Oh, my.”

“Didn’t you want shameless?” He slammed his cock far into her depths, stretching her, filling her in ways she’d never imagined. From deep within the vibrator and his cock elicited an urgent need, a desire to turn herself inside out for him. To offer the person she was in every way; to be his Little forever and offer him the same outrageous pleasure he was giving her.

“Answer me.” Slowly, he pulled back to the crown.

“I did.”

“Didn’t you ask for daring?” Snapping his hips forward, he buried himself again.

“I did. I did.”

“You ask, and I deliver.” He pumped in and out.

“I’m so full. I feel you so deep, so deep.”

He bent to her ear. “This is nothing. I’m going to stretch and take every opening in your sweet body, because you’re mine forever. Tell me the truth, does this hurt? Are you in red?”

“I’m not, Daddy. It’s just…”

“So dirty, so naughty, right?”

“Yes!”

“Should I stop?”

Fisting the sheets, she shook her head against the mattress. “Nooooo!”

“That’s my girl.”

Barron let it all out. He drove in and out of her in a wild, incessant rhythm. The toy’s vibration ratcheted the wild sensations and her excitement to such a degree, the explosion was imminent.

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