Page 95 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll remember that starting tomorrow,” I promise, playing with my breasts. “No clothes around you.”

“Push them together, baby girl.” His untamed eyes watch my hands press my breasts together, rubbing and sliding.Bending down at lightning speed, he bites the nipples and pulls tormentingly with his teeth.

Always so rough and unhinged.

Soothing my sore breasts with a lick, his tongue travels lower. Peppering my skin with kisses and nips, he dips his tongue into my belly button until I squirm. All the different sensations swirl together, and an ache builds in my core.

Sensing it, his mouth wastes no time latching onto my pussy. He coaxes my clit from its hood, tonguing it like a madman. My juices make a mess of his chin. As promised, he drinks them straight from my entrance.

“Drip on Daddy’s tongue,” he utters with a filthy grin. “Give me more, little girl.”

I lace my fingers in his silky strands and pull when he stiffens his tongue and forces it into my empty hole.

“Ahh… Daddy.”

He hums and wiggles the tip until I gush more arousal. Raising my ass in the air, he thrusts his tongue into my asshole next. The illicitness of his mouth on such a forbidden spot catapults my orgasm through my bloodstream and I can’t stop it.

He keeps kissing and sucking through my climax.

Eating my cunt and ass with raw hunger.

I keep crying his name, riding the wave, craving more. His grip and mouth vanish. My ass lands on the bed.

“Daddy needs your sweet pussy, baby.” His tone is on edge and guttural.

“Okay.” I bend my knees, raise them, and spread my thighs as wide as I can. “Take it, Daddy. It’s yours.”

He isn’t satisfied and pushes against them harder until my small body is folded in half with my knees beside my head. The position gives him full access, leaving both my pussy and asshole vulnerable for a brutal pounding.

He surprises me by thrusting two thick fingers in my cunt and scissoring them, loosening my hole. Soon, two digits become three, and I’m fighting to maintain my position.

Because he loves to torment me, he angles his hand and slams against my G-spot.

I lose all semblance of sanity.

“Show Daddy how this pussy of yours squirts for him,” he commands, quickening the pace of his thrusts so fast that his wrist is a blur. “Let it happen and soak the sheets, baby. Daddy will lick them clean.”

“Oh… Ahh!”

A fourth finger joins the previous three, but my entrance fights the stress.

“Stretch for Daddy, Twinkle,” he murmurs. “You’ve already taken my cock; you can take four fingers. Relax.”

“I’m-m trying.”

“Who’s my good girl?”

“I am, Daddy.” His filthy talk distracts me enough for his fingers to slide in. First to the knuckle, making me bite my lip, then deeper until they find my G-spot. Hooking them inside me expertly, he bangs my pussy repeatedly without mercy.

His merciless thrusts continue ruthlessly until my body’s needs take over, and I squirt, shouting, “Daddy! Oh… Daddy!”

The stream keeps flowing, gushing like a waterfall. And while I’m soaring, his massive cock as thick and steely as a rod, thrusts into my spasming hole.

“Fuck! baby girl, take my dick,” he barks, still forcing his shaft into my channel and then pounding it with all his strength. I keep squirting shamelessly, drenching his abs and chest. “Yeah… make a mess. Mark Daddy as yours.”

When he takes hold of my thighs, I scratch my nails down his arms and his torso mindlessly.

He grunts savagely.

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