Page 68 of Honey, Honey
He kissed me again, a hand moving to slide up and down his hardening dick. I moaned into our kiss, tongue sliding hungrily against his while I kept my eyes fixed on where his hand was, still working his dick. Up and down, up and down, his hand slid and my clit throbbed in time with the movements. I nipped his bottom lip when he made no move to get onto the bed.
Law pulled back, breaking our kiss. “Naughty girl.”
“I want you. You said I could-”
“I should make you wait now,” he grumbled, but he was moving away and towards the bed table as he spoke, “I should make my dirty princess watch her Daddy’s dick,” he slid his hand up and circled the head of his cock with his fingers, making me groan, “make you watch him get off and cum all over your beautiful body.”
“No, please,” I begged, though there was no real steel to the plea. If Law wanted to make me watch him please himself, wanted to cover me in cum from my tits to my toes, I’d let him. I would want and love every fucking second of it and beg him for more still.
He pulled a condom on and my heart sang. He wouldn't make me wait.
“I ought to cover your tits in my cum, mark you up after,” he went on, rolling the condom on as he spoke, “Daddy shouldn’t give you a fucking fat inch until you are crying for it.”
“Daddy,” I whined, “please don’t.”
I was breathing faster now, my breasts rising and falling in little hikes that had Law’s eyes on them. My nipples beaded and hardened under his attention and I squirmed, my feet pulling at where they were restrained. I needed him so badly I could barely fucking breathe. My cunt was wet and slick, my arousal making the sheets damp beneath me and I knew this bed was going to be fucking ruined after we were done.
Whatever. Zeus could fucking clean it up.
He came back to the bed and stood there, his dick hard, fully erect and proud. I pushed my hips up as best I could, eager for him, but I didn’t get very far before he put a hand over my pussy and pushed me down onto the bed.
“Patience, princess,” he said, hand warm and heavy against my flesh. He slid a finger through my folds, getting it wet in my slick and I closed my eyes, a sigh of relief escaping my lips.
“Daddy…”
“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Law slipped his finger inside of me and then another, before he started to pump them in and out. I lifted my hips eagerly, adding a little extra punch to his fingers and he hummed in approval. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He pressed his palm to my clit, grinding it down as I sped up my movements and I moaned at the friction, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more.
“Daddy, more, I need more.” I arched my back, fingers curling around the leather strap of the cuffs. “Please, please, please,” I chanted in time with his fingers fucking into me. If he didn’t give me his dick soon I didn’t know what I was going to do. I ground my hips onto his hand and moaned again. I opened my eyes when I felt him get onto the bed.
“Yes,” I whispered, watching him as he moved his body. He was above me now, hips between mine, one hand supporting himself while he continued to finger fuck me with his other. I looked down, watching him position himself behind his hand and I held my breath, my hips never stopping taking Law’s fingers. It was so close but not, god why was he making me wait? But then he was moving, sliding his fingers out of me, which caused me to groan in frustration at the loss of him. But then...then he was giving me his beautiful dick.
He took it in hand and slid the tip of it through my lips, the first contact had me seeing stars and I moaned, eyes drifting closed, head thrown back when he repeated the motion. Up and down he dragged his fat cock through my folds, urging me to move against him.
“What do you say before your Daddy fucks you? For giving you his big fat daddy cock?” Law asked as he lowered himself down to his elbow, placing it beside my head and bending down to speak in my ear. He fed the head of his dick inside of me with exaggerated slowness and I sobbed. “What do you say, princess?”
“Thank you,” I cried. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He moved his hips, lazily thrusting into me. “For what, you dirty slut?”
“For fucking me. Thank you for your,” he thrust again, this time with more force and my words broke off into a strangled sob.
“For my what?”
“Your daddy cock. Thank you for giving me your daddy cock!”
Law thrust again, pumping his dick inside of me and then again, my breasts jiggling from the force of it as my breath was punched right out of my lungs. Law was big and thick in all the fucking right places. My pussy ached from the stretch of taking him but it was a glorious burn, just like the welts still reddening on my body. The man was easily worth every bit of exquisite pain he brought me. Pleasure on the heels of each and every instance. Law’s hand was at my clit working it in time with his thrust and when I opened my eyes I saw that he was looking down at where he was touching me, his hand moving faster, driving me closer and closer to another mind blowing orgasm while he fucked my body, chasing his own. His thighs were pressed to mine, knees on the bed giving him the leverage to fuck me as he pleased. The force of it would have moved me if not for the restraints keeping me exactly where I was. He was fucking me like my body, my cunt, held the answer to life’s questions and he was determined to possess the knowledge at all costs. The man was taking from me with each roll of his hips. I loved it, I wanted him to hollow me out, to eat his fill with both fingers and leave me fucking spent and empty, the remnants of me messy and dirty on his fingers and tongue.
“Princess,” he growled, lifting his eyes to meet mine.
“Daddy!” I cried, my orgasm slamming into me and pulling me under. My pussy clenched around his dick, the feel of him filling me up adding to the ecstasy he had given me, was still giving me, fucking it through each and every inch of my body so thoroughly I knew I would never shake Lawson Sokolov from me. He was in my bones now. I had a taste for him, one that was going to leave me hungry and wanting for the man, for the Dominant that was now losing himself in my body with a low groan. His movements became less measured, more erratic and he came with a last hard thrust into me.
“Princess, god.” Lawson’s head dropped to my shoulder, the arm that had been placed by my head curling behind my neck and pulling me tight against him. He slid his other arm under me and held me tight, hips lazily rolling, teasing out the edge of his release. We lay there, chests rising and falling together, bodies moving as one, sweat and cum slicked skin pressed flush. The comfortable press of the leather against my skin grounded me comfortingly and I closed my eyes, leaning my head against his arm with a content sigh.
I could stay like this forever.
“You’re mine, Honey.”
I smiled. “I know.”
