Page 37 of Savage Daddies
I rise on my toes and move my center forward and back, in tune with his precise ministrations as he circles my swollen nubbin.
“Does this feel better, Josie?”
“Yes, Daddy Erik.” My voice sounds dreamlike to my own ears as I soar closer and closer to the precipice of what I know will be a thunderous climax. But he withdraws his fingers before I can reach it.
I whimper at the loss of his touch, though my despair is short-lived. He releases my hands and I bring them forward to clutch onto the table. A glance over my shoulder shows Daddy Erik is taking his big, hard cock from his pants. I turn back around and brace myself for the first thrust.
“I haven’t claimed you here yet, have I?” He trails his cock through my wetness, teasing me in a most cruel manner. I’m throbbing for him and he knows it, but he’s not shoving inside me just yet.
“No, not yet, Daddy Erik,” I reply, hoping he’ll finally thrust home and fill me up with his huge manhood. I attempt to move my center closer to the tip of his shaft, only for him to step back slightly and continue tormenting me with slow drags of his cock through my aching sex. “Oh, please, please, no more teasing.” I sound utterly desperate, my voice hoarse under the strain of my immense need.
He grips my bottom cheeks, taking one in each hand, and spreads me wide.
Then he impales me in one harsh, quick drive. My shocked scream echoes off the walls. He’s deep inside me, just like I wanted, and he immediately sets about pounding into me with a force that steals my breath. The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room.
“Despite being broken in with three cocks during your first time, little girl, you’re still very, very tight.” He curses under his breath, saying naughty words that would get me in deep trouble if I used them. Hearing them from his own lips though causes a thrill to roll through me. It adds to the eroticism of the moment and reminds me that my daddy is very much a savage.
He pauses, deeply submerged, and releases one of my cheeks. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he probes my back hole and spreads wetness from my pussy over my clenching pucker. I tense up, trying to keep him from touching this most private part of me, but he swats me twice before returning to his illicit explorations.
“No, Daddy Erik, no,” I say, attempting to wiggle away from him. “You mustn’t touch me there.”
“I will touch you anywhere I like, little one.” He increases the pressure on my anus and my stomach flips as I realize he’s trying to push inside my tightest, most secret entrance. “All your holes belong to your daddies, Josie. I’ve already had your mouth, and now I’m claiming your pussy. Soon, I’ll pound you in the ass, little girl, and there is nothing you can say or do to stop me. I own you. Weallown you.”
His words sink into my consciousness, making my head spin. Is he serious? My bottom clenches, which only earns me another sharp smack.
“Stop tensing up, young lady. Daddy is going to shove his finger in your back hole and you’re going to lie there like an obedient little miss and take it.”
With a whimper, I try to relax my behind, though it isn’t easy. The urge to tighten my cheeks and try to prevent Daddy Erik from breaching my anus remains strong. I can’t believe he’s touching me here while his cock is still buried deep in my pussy. Does he really expect me to withstand having both my private holes filled at the same time? I can’t fathom it and my breaths become shallow and quick as my nervousness increases, even as the heat gathering in my core threatens to erupt. How can I be so close to coming when a finger is being forced into my bottom?
When he finally penetrates my ass, I gasp and struggle against the intrusion.
“Naughty, naughty,” he says, swatting me. “You know better than that. Now keep still. You aren’t allowed to come until Daddy’s finger is deep in your back hole.”
He’s not already all the way inside? I whimper. It sure feels like it. I can’t imagine him going any deeper, but in the next instant he manages just that, stretching me as he pushes further into my bottom. The increasing sting, along with the almost unbearable fullness, makes me moan and I start to perspire. How long will he keep his finger in my ass? I blink against the burn in my eyes, so overwhelmed by all the new sensations below my waist that I’m on the verge of tears.
“You’re being a very good girl, Josie. Just one more push and we’ll be there.”
A good girl? I don’t feel like a good girl. I feel naughty. Very naughty. Good girls don’t get bent over desks only to be pounded hard by their daddies while their bottoms are spread wide and penetrated. I inhale a deep breath and hold it, then exhale sharply as he shoves deeper.
With his free hand, he rubs my back, as if trying to help me settle. It works. His gentle touch calms me and the urge to cry passes. If I’m being honest, it doesn’t really hurt, but it’s a strange sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and it’s certainly not comfortable. Not to mention, it’s quite embarrassing to have my cheeks spread while Daddy Erik shoves into my bottom. Aside from a quick caress of a soapy cloth through my crevice, this is the first time my daddies, or anyone else for that matter, have touched this part of me.
He pulls me back a bit, until only my chest rests over the desk, though my arms can still reach the edge of it and I keep holding on. Once he resumes pounding into my pussy—his finger still submerged all the way in my behind—I realize he wants me like this so I don’t become hurt while being constantly pushed against the desk. My heart warms with affection for him, even as he treats me in a most rough manner.
He thrusts into my pussy, hard and deep, taking me like the savage he is.
With each rapid drive, his balls slap heavily upon my center, impacting upon my clit and propelling me closer to a much-needed release. It doesn’t take long for me to shatter into a thousand pieces and I’m soon crying out, lost in the throes of the hardest climax I’ve ever known.
