Page 22 of Bounty Hunter's Obsession

“Lick your fingers and then touch yourself, baby girl.”

Redness rises to her face. She’s never done any of this before. I don’t have to stroke myself much longer.

Halo moans as she slips her middle finger into her pussy and the sound of her wetness is about all I can bear. I want her now, but I let her stroke herself just close enough to an orgasm before I move in.

The sweetness of her juices mingling with the flavor of her skin drives me wild when I suck her climax off her finger. The slickness of her center against the smoothness of my throbbing tip makes me want to drive into her furiously, but I hold back, rubbing my dick against her entrance to spread that moist sensation around until I gently nudge my way into her.

She gasps and grips my flexing arms as I use one to keep myself positioned above her and the other to guide every inch into her waiting walls. The warmth and ripples of her soft pussy wrap around my shaft like a blanket, welcoming me to come in and stay for a while.

I find myself smiling, talking to her, “Breathe, baby girl. Let me inside of you.”

The minute the words reach her, she relaxes and lets me push deep inside of her with a cry of tension, release, lust, and relief. We’re finally one. Fucking finally.

The first stroke is steady and slow. “How does this feel, baby girl?”

“Full,” she whimpers and shifts under me.

With my cock reaching just behind her cervix, I have to pull out and angle up finding that spot. Once I hit it, she inhales sharply and lets out a purr of delight. The ridge of my dick rubbing against the top of her canal, the rippling of her walls makes me want to pump into her as fast as I can.

I need this to last a bit longer, so I refrain from doing so. I can fuck her later. Right now, this moment is to show her the power of restraint and delaying her gratification. She needs to see how good I can take care of her in and out of this bedroom.

Each and every stroke gets her wetter than the last. The wetter she gets, the faster I move, and we get lost in a rhythm. I look down to watch my dick coat itself in her orgasm, sliding in and out and bringing over that edge over and over again.

I pull out because I can’t take this slower pace. “Get on your hands and knees, baby girl. I need to fuck you real bad.”

“Like this, Daddy?” She arches her back, with her tits low to the bed, and looks over her shoulder with such innocence in her eyes.

It draws a growl from the depths of my throat as I push myself back into her. The moment I’m seated, my inhibitions fly away. I grab the soft flesh of her curvy ass and slam those cheeks against my pelvis one time.

She yelps but moans right after.

“You ready to take this dick like a good little girl?” I ask, slapping her ass. The sound echoes around her bedroom.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers but starts to move herself back and forth.

I stop her movements. “Don’t fucking move until I tell you to.”

Her body goes rigid, but I can already feel the release of her climax, pulsing pussy around my dick. She likes it when I talk to her like this.

My perfect angel, Halo.

I slap her ass one good time, watching my handprint form and rubbing the redness. Her body quivers under the pain and pleasure. We’re going to have so much fucking fun together.

I begin to move at the pace I want, one powerful thrust after another until I have to reach forward and grab her tits from behind. Soft and pliable in my hands, I squeeze them between my fingers, practically lifting her off the bed to drive in and out of her pussy in a way she can’t slow me down.

“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” I tell her between thrusts. I can almost feel myself reaching that brink. “I’m so glad you kept this sweet pussy waiting for me.”

Halo’s breaths are sporadic, coming in like she’s running but she can’t go anywhere. I let her down onto the bed, inching her forward until I’m directly on top of her. I can dig deeper into her pussy, but I want to see those tits.

When I pull out, her moan of disappointment is telling.

“We ain’t nowhere near finished, baby girl.” I lie on my back and pull her to straddle my lap, “I want you to ride this dick.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She complies, but I notice the uncertainty in her eyes. She doesn’t have to worry, but I need her to be comfortable taking control of this dick. It’s hers, only hers.

When Halo hovers above it for a second, she stops, “Can I taste it, Daddy?”

She’s into some freaky shit and doesn’t even know it. “Go ahead, baby girl.”

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