Page 32 of Detention with Daddies

I’m not ashamed that I’ve had several men in my fictional bed. And now, several in my real one. Well, not my bed, but…

His hands guide me around, placing my palms flat on his strong wooden door. Wright leans me, pulling my hips back to grind himself against me again.

The length of him has me whimpering.

“Keep still. Right here.”

Then, those big hands tug open my jeans, peeling them over my hips and down my knees until he’s crouched behind me. Grabbing handfuls of my ass has me all too aware that my panties aren’t anything sexy.

He doesn’t seem to care, grazing his teeth against my bare flesh as he inches them down.

It makes me jump and squeak in surprise, and his laughter spreads his hot breath over my skin. I can feel his smile before he stands behind me again.

This time, when he presses us together, I can feel the hot skin of his cock between my thighs, rubbing against me and spreading the slick of my arousal over his shaft.

My murmurs are almost a plea. God, he’s riling me up so expertly, and I don’t chance trying to take control. Every move Wright has made indicates his need to be in charge.

A swift swat on my ass confirms it, but the way he rubs the sting from my skin shows me he’s not a sadist.

When his cock splays my lips and slowly, ever so fucking slowly, presses into me, my knees almost buckle. I haven’t fully slept with a man in more than a year. And Wright is nice and thick without being too big.

The burn of his stretching me open has my thighs shaking.

“Fuck.” Again, his voice makes it seem like he’s living in some kind of dream. His hips pump, finding a spot that has me clamping down on him, and his head drops to my hair. “You feel so damn good.”

Grip tightening on my hips, Wright finds a rhythm that has me climbing—not too fast, not too slow—and I’m struggling to catch my breath as he groans softly. The wet sound of us coming together is so erotic in this silent space.

His hips thrust with more power, and I sink back to take it to his murmured approval.

“Look at how well you take me.” Wright’s hand smooths over my ass again. “The way you jiggle from the force of my hips…Fuck, it’s intoxicating.”

Who knew having someone praise me like this would be so hot?

My entire body coils tight, and his touch glides up me, over my stomach to where my tits hang free. I’m surprised when hedoesn’t grab them, just keeping his palm open for my nipples to harden and graze over his rough skin.

The barest touch has pleasure spike and spiral down to my core, and I get another hum of approval against my ear. He pinches my nipples but not roughly, just a constant pressure that has my orgasm looming close.

“Look at those little rose buds. So small and tight. And you like it when they’re handled. Sucked on. Pinched.”

It feels like he’s waiting for me to respond, so I nod. “Yes.”

“Mmm. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me like this?” Fingers twisting a little, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Pleasure crests, and I’m shaking, my core convulsing.

He drops my breasts, a hand weaving into my wet hair to arch me back. My palms barely keep purchase on the door where he’s ordered me to stay.

The angle sharpens, and I’m free-falling off that cliff, plunged into the overwhelming pleasure as his cock plunges deeper.

“Good girl.” His husky voice slides over my neck.

When my legs weaken, he pauses, fully seated inside me, an arm around my middle to help keep me up, and although his cock is pulsing with me, he hasn’t come.

“Can you take more?”

Sucking in big lungfuls of breath, I nod. I think I can. I’ve never climaxed like that from simple penetrative sex, but I know I can come at least twice from other methods.

“Do we need to change positions, or can you stay where I’ve got you?”

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