Page 24 of A Father's Bliss

His chuckle is low and seductive, sinking into my bloodstream and driving south. “Well, let’s see if I can’t discover things about yourself that not evenyouare aware of. And remember, don’t?—”

“Move. I got it.” I try to get the breathy anticipation from my voice.

Though I can’t see it, I know he’s smiling. Or smirking. Or plotting ways to make me scream. But I don’t mind. It’s best he knows now that even if he gets to be daddy and tell me what to do, I’m a total brat.

“Lean forward two inches.” He presses one hand into the middle of my back to help guide me. “This is going to be a little colder than I’d like.”

It takes two seconds for me to realize what he’s doing. The shop where I bought the toys was giving out lube with every purchase. And considering his cock is occupying one hole, I assume he found the jeweled plug with plans to fill my vacant hole.

I bite down on my lip, swallowing just as he presses the tip to my ass.

The cold lube causes me to jerk, lifting off his cock a little.

“Naughty girl.” Marcus’s hand slides up to my shoulder and presses down. “Sit.”

Pussy clenched, back arched, I slowly seat myself again, the friction both not enough and fucking perfect, while at the same time, Marcus pushes the plug all the way in.

I moan against the new pressure, having both my ass and pussy full creating an entirely new sensation. The urge to move is all consuming, while he sits completely still, seemingly unbothered I’m merely warming his cock.

But in the next second, he leans over again, grabbing something else from the bag. This time when a click sounds, a low vibration follows. He tilts my neck to the side, giving him much better access. He licks up the junction of my neck once before giving me a soft bite.

“Now,” he whispers against my flesh, while hooking a finger in my bra and tugging it down, “time to have some fun.”

Somehow, I overestimated my ability.

I thought I could manage to keep Miss Porter on my lap, my cock buried inside of her, and still be able to function. I assumed this would be my opportunity to enjoy her body and take my time exploring it.

And while I’ll still manage to do all I set out, I admit it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.

All I want is to stand, and fuck her speechless over the railing. Then, take her into the cabin and have her sit on my face again before letting her use me to fuck herself in the shower. I want to gag her with my cock again while I watch her ride that tentacled dildo she bought until her legs give out.

I want her tied to my bed post so I can satiate my need for her over and over and over again, filling her with my cum until I’m sure it'll leak from her for weeks to follow.

And I can almost guarantee she’d very much enjoy the same thing. In fact, I’m going to have her begging for it before the night's end.

Hooking a finger into the cup of her bra, I tug it down to free one of her breasts. Her nipple is already pebbled, but I roll it through my thumb and forefinger anyway, seeing how sensitive they are.

Her head falls to the side with a groan, her lashes fluttering shut as her cunt clenches around my cock, sending shockwaves up my spine.

Good.

I pluck at the small bud once, twice, three times, and each time her reaction, both the sounds emanating from her mouth and the involuntary squeezing of her pussy, grow increasingly more intense.

On the fourth time, it’s much harder for her to stay still, her arousal making her slide with every shuddered breath.

“I cannot wait to have these in my mouth, baby girl.” I pinch her nipple one more time before finally bringing the rose toy to it. I click to ensure it’s on the lowest setting before sealing it over the bud, to which Renee immediately tenses.

“Relax,” I whisper, kissing up the column of her neck. “Breathe.”

Like before, she does, only this time it takes her a few more breaths before her muscles unwind, and she melts to the new sensation.

“Okay, wait.” Her words are breathy and her hold on the pole faltering slightly. “Why didn’t I know this felt so good?”

“Because the initial reaction is that it’s too much,” I say coolly. “But if you simply relax and give into the sensation, it gets better. So good, in fact, you’ll feel it in other places.”

She does her best not to squirm too much as she glances at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed, her pupils wide. “What do you mean?”

“Not only is this an erogenous zone, but there are hundreds of nerve endings here. If I wanted, I could make you come like this.”

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