Page 82 of Butterfly

Slowly, I pushed one finger into her, my poor cock stiffening at the tight feeling as her ass opened and widened for me. Pulling out, I slowly pushed two fingers in this time, then scissored them to stretch her out for my cock.

“You’re going to squeeze the hell out of Daddy’s fat cock like a good little slut, aren’t you, butterfly? Gonna make a home for him inside this virgin hole?”

She moaned at my words.

I pulled my fingers out, delighted to see her dark little hole open up for me for a moment before closing again, like it was winking at me. Lathering my cock up with lube to make it easier for her, I lined myself up.

“Bare down, baby,” I told her. “It’ll be easier that way.”

The pounding got louder.

“Go the fuck away!” I yelled. “I’m busy.”

Leslie’s entire body flushed red, but she moaned, and I knew the moderate exhibitionism was getting to her. I adored my butterfly’s secret kinks.

“You’re a fucking asshole!” Matt yelled back, but then it was quiet.

That handled, I started pushing inside her, careful not to go too quickly. A little bit of pain would go a long way—too much and she’d never want to do this with me again.

Fuck, she was so tight. I thought her pussy had been tight, but it had nothing on this.

“Hurts,” she moaned.

“I know, baby, I’ll go slower.”

“No. Hurts not to come,” she clarified on a gasp. “Please, M?—”

“Please, who?” My voice was like gravel as her ass swallowed my cock, encasing it in its tight heat.

“Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”

“Uh uh, butterfly,” I scolded. “It’s not time yet.”

Tell that to my balls. They were heavy as rocks and twice as large by this point. The second she started clenching, I’d be done.

She whined at my words. Worried that she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—hold off, I reached underneath her and turned off the vibe.

“Noooooo,” she cried.

“Yes,” I informed her, pulling out and thrusting deeper until I was finally buried all the way in her ass.

“You good, good girl,” I said wonderingly. “You’ve taken all of me. You’re such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? No wonder why I love you.”

“I’d love you, too, asshole, if you’d let me come,” she complained.

“What did you call me? Words like that won’t get you what you want,” I warned, trying not to laugh.

As punishment, I didn’t give her back the vibe, instead thrusting in and out of her ass faster as my balls began to boil with the need to come.

She was full on crying now, and I imagined that if I could see her poor pussy, it would be a bright, angry red from teasing and neglect.

“Maybe I won’t let you come at all,” I said conversationally. “You weren’t very nice just now.”

“No, please, Daddy, please, I need to come again. Let me come.”

“And what will you give Daddy for it, huh?”

“Anything. Anything.”

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