Page 136 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Yes! Yes-yes-yes!” She pounds her little fists against my lower back, which actually feels like a good massage.
I work my fingers in her, grinning at the squelching noise, the way her pussy squeezes and tugs at my digits. Her legs jerk against my chest, but she’s not trying to get away. She’s almost limp over my shoulder, one fist still thudding irrhythmically against my ass, her other arm snaking around my waist, her hand fluttering, tugging at my sweats.
Before she finds my dick and does something we’ll both regret, I shrug her off my shoulder and onto the mattress. She curls on her side, trembling and blinking up at me.
“Baby, you okay?”
She huffs. “Ran outta breath.”
“You did?” I rub her back.
“Hard to breathe over your shoulder.”
“Are you?—”
My concern dies with a grunt when she dives at my sweats and yanks them down to my knees. She grabs my cock and stuffs the head in her mouth.
“Fuck!”
Her deranged giggle vibrates through my balls. All the blood rushes to where I’m buried in her mouth. I’ve never passed out, even when I’ve been drunk off my ass, but I’m about a second away from it now when she starts sucking.
I sink my hand into her hair and guide her as she bobs, those depthless, gleaming eyes rolled up to mine.
I let her suck me right to the edge before I pull her off. Using my hold in her hair to pin her head to the mattress, I throw one of her ankles over my shoulder, and spear her with my cock. We both groan as I sink deep.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, Oppa, yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you really can’t breathe,” I growl.
She huffs. “I’z breathe good.”
I pull back and hammer into her, slamming her up the futon. She scrabbles to brace herself until she finds the edge of the couch and clings there, lifting her hips to every thrust.
“How’s the breathing, baby?” I huff.
“Good!”
She bares her teeth at me. I pump harder, the movement of our bodies gaining fluidity as we accelerate towards our orgasms. Her hands slip from the couch and slap at my chest as I rear back, burying myself as deep as I can. Cynnie bucks up into me. Her free leg hooks around my hips, her heel hammering against my ass as she tries to drag me ever further into her grip. I turn my head and sink my teeth into her calf as I power my release into her clasping, squeezing heat.
I collapse over her, holding myself up on my forearms, my head resting on the edge of the couch. She’s limp under me, her leg still stretched up my chest, her other leg falling to the side so her foot trails up the back of my thigh. I shift my weight to free up a hand, grab hers, and bring her fingertips to my lips. Kissing them, then nibbling, then sucking her fingers into my mouth so I can savor her taste while I recover from our shared euphoria.
I haven’t even managed to pull my spent, sticky cock out of her before she rouses and bangs my ass with her heel.
“More.”
I drag myself out of her, grab her by the thighs and yank her into the middle of the futon. Then I dive between her legs and give my little girl more than she’s bargained for.
An hour, and much growling later, little daggers sinking into my ass jolt me out of a post-orgasmic doze. “Holy—ouch!”
A wild giggle.
I push up from the futon, grab my naughty bumble and throw her to the mattress. Avoiding her thrashing limbs, I pin her down with my forearm across her hips, rub my fingers through her slit to make sure she’s still wet, notch my cock at her entrance, and shove into her.
She wraps her arm around my shoulders, her legs around my hips. Throwing her head back, she chants, “More-more-more!”
I give it to her. Railing her hard and fast into a mutual climax that leaves us both panting, sprawled across the futon, completely exhausted. She snuggles happily under me, her face in my neck, her arms around my neck. I smooth her hair over the mattress, unable to keep my greedy fingers out of that curtain of silk.
“You bit me,” I say, feeling the sting on my left cheek filter through my euphoria.
