Page 23 of XOXO, Daddy
“Lift up, princess. Let Daddy feel you wrapped around him.”
The head of his cock slid up and down my wet slit. Whimpering and whining with need for him, he angled his hips just right, and finally slid inside of me.
“Oh!” I gasped, feeling his girth for the first time. My body worked to stretch around him, but jeepers, what a beautiful stretch it was.
His groan of primal need shot straight to my clit as I half-sat, half-knelt above him, my hands splayed out across his pecks. He reached up with both hands and pinched my nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging slightly. I gasped at the erotic sensation, moaning softly.
“That’s it, princess. Ride Daddy. It’s okay. I know it’s a big stretch, but I promise it’s going to feel so good. Rock back and forth, up and down. Yes, just like that baby. Feel Daddy’s big cock filling you up as you ride me.”
His words were like a drug, making my head spin and my clit throb as I followed his directions and began moving over him. His cock was my entire world in that moment; nothing else mattered. Nothing else even existed outside of that point of connection between us.
Faster and harder I rode him, feeling his hips thrusting up in response. His hands moved from my nipples to grip my hips so tightly I wondered if he would leave bruises — which was totally alright with me — and we found a perfect rhythm together. I bounced up and down on Daddy’s cock, and he slammed up into me, pulling me down onto him with each thrust.
“Daddy!” I whimpered loudly. “Oh Daddy, it feels too tingly! It feels so good inside me! Am I doing a good job for you? Am I making your cock feel good?” I added little circular gyrations to my movements, smiling to myself as I saw his head fall back and heard him curse his pleasure. I wanted to make Daddy feel good. I wanted him to be proud of me.
“Yes… yes, baby girl, that’s right. That’s perfect. Keep going, just like that. You’re doing such a good job, princess,” he answered amidst his grunts and panting gasps. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, and knew that he was holding himself back. Redoubling my efforts, I focused on making him cum. I needed to please my Daddy more than I needed anything else.
As I rode him harder, I felt an orgasm growing inside me as well, deeper and more intense than any I’d had yet tonight. Each breath came with a whimpered moan, higher and higher pitch as I grew closer with each deep, powerful thrust of his cock into my cunny.
“Oh, Daddy… oh, oh, Daddy it’s too much! I’m going to… I’m… Daddy!!” I screamed as my orgasm tore through me like wildfire through dry grass. My entire body shook, my nails dragging across his chest as he growled his own release beneath me.
“That’s my good girl,” he huffed out around his own groans of pleasure. “Let Daddy fill you up.”
“That makes me….” I whimpered, my hips thrusting again as another orgasm began to build.
“Oh, like that, do we, princess?” His hips swiveled beneath me, circling and grinding into me as another orgasm grew within me.
“Mmhmm.”
“You like the idea of being full of Daddy’s cum?” He reared up into a sitting position, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he held me close. “Grind on me while I tell you how badly I want to breed that sweet little cunt of yours, princess.”
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, my body racked with pleasure as our hips slowly pressed into one other, circling, grinding, searching for more.
“Good princesses should not curse.” The chastisement muttered against my shoulder, right where his teeth scraped against my skin, made me shiver and tighten around him. “That’s my perfect little princess. Milk Daddy’s cock of every last drop.”
“Daddy!” I cried out, clinging to him as another orgasm finally crashed over me, even more powerful than the last. Mybody shook, trembling and clenching around him with each and every aftershock of pleasure that ran through my body.
His breath fanned out against my shoulder as my nails dug into his back, not quite ready to part from him yet. As our breathing slowed, he kissed me tenderly.
“My God, woman,” he groaned, falling back against the pillows as I slid off of his large frame to lie beside him.
“Hmm…” I murmured, my head tilting up to see his handsome face as we both bathed in the afterglow of really freaking good sex.
“Hmm, what?” he asked, playing with my hair in all its post-sex, messy glory.
“Nothing, really. I just thought I was baby.” I shrugged, enjoying our teasing banter. With a groan of mock exasperation, he tugged me to him, my head finding the perfect spot to rest against his chest. His heartbeat pulsed beneath my ear, soothing me.
Snuggling into that broad, brawny chest, I relaxed, feeling sated, happy, and cared for. Possibly more than I had ever before in my entire life.
Chapter Twelve
“Good morning, sleepyhead,”a sleepy, but deep and delicious voice woke me from possibly the best night’s sleep I’d gotten in years.
“Morning…” I grumbled, snuggling back into his chest. Then realization struck. “Morning? It’s morning? Oh, God. What time is it?”
Glancing over at the clock on his bedside table, I nearly shrieked when I saw the time.
“What’s the problem, princess?” He asked, leaning up on one elbow as the sheets fell down around his waist, giving me a scrumptious view of his bare chest. Jeepers, he was all muscle and man, wasn’t he?
