Chapter 173 Swallow My Cock
I carried her—still half-impaled, legs wrapped around my waist—into the living room. Dropped her over the arm of the couch so her ass was up, tits pressed into the cushions. I spanked her once, hard, the crack ringing out. Then again. And again. Her skin burned, glowed hot. She pushed back for more.
“Look at yourself,” I ordered, turning her so she faced the big mirror across the room. She saw us—her face flushed, mascara starting to run again, tits spilling out of her top, ass red and marked. Me behind her, shirt hanging open, cock thick and shining with her wetness.
I thrust back in, slow this time, letting her watch every inch disappear inside her. “See how you take it? See how your greedy little cunt swallows Daddy’s cock?”
She moaned, nodding, hips rocking back to meet me. I fucked her steady, deep, one hand in her hair pulling just enough to arch her back. The other reached around to pinch her nipple, rolling it until she whimpered.
“Gonna mark every inch of you tonight,” I rasped. “Gonna fill you up so many times you’ll feel me for days.”
I sped up, the couch creaking under us. She was close—too close. Her walls fluttered, clit throbbing under the pressure of my fingers when I finally let them drift down again.
“Come,” I growled. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Show me how bad you need it.”
She shattered. Hard. Her whole body locked up, pussy clamping down on me like a fist. She screamed into the cushion, waves crashing through her, gushing around my cock. I kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until she was shaking, oversensitive, begging.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, spread her legs wide. Dropped to my knees between them and buried my face in her. Tongue flat, licking long stripes from her entrance to her clit, sucking hard. She bucked, oversensitive, but I pinned her hips down.
“Too much—Daddy—fuck—”
“Take it,” I said against her pussy. “You’re gonna come again before I fuck you in the kitchen.”
I sucked her clit, two fingers curling inside, hitting that spot over and over. She was crying now—real tears—pleasure so sharp it hurt. I didn’t stop until she came again, thighs clamping around my head, flooding my mouth.
I stood, wiped my chin, hauled her up. Carried her to the kitchen. Set her on the cold granite counter. Spread her wide. Thrust back in while her back arched off the surface.
“Every room,” I promised, fucking her deep and slow now, savoring. “Every surface. You’re mine tonight, pet. All fucking night.”
And I kept going—kitchen counter, hallway against the wall, stairs where I pinned her halfway up and fucked her standing. By the time we reached the bedroom she was a trembling, dripping mess, my cum already leaking from her twice, and I was still hard, still hungry.
I tied her wrists to the headboard with my silk tie. Spread her legs. Grabbed the vibrator.
“Time to edge you until you beg,” I said, voice rough with want.
I pressed the buzzing head to her clit—low at first—while I slid back inside her. Slow, deep thrusts. The vibration made her whole body jerk. I watched her face, eyes dark, controlling every tremble.
“Beg,” I ordered when she started shaking again.
“Please—Daddy—please let me come—”
“Not yet.”
I turned the vibe higher. Pulled out. Fucked her mouth instead—slow, deep, making her taste us both. Then back inside her. Edging her. Over and over. Until she was sobbing, pleading, body on fire.
When I finally let her come—vibe pressed hard, cock buried deep, my mouth on her neck biting down—she screamed so loud the neighbors probably heard.
I followed right after, groaning her name, pumping her full again, hot spurts flooding her until it overflowed, dripping onto the sheets.
We collapsed, panting, my weight heavy and perfect on top of her.
But I was still half-hard inside her.
I kissed her temple, voice soft now. “Sleep, baby. Tomorrow morning you’re waking up with Daddy already fucking you slow.”
She whimpered, clenching around me at the promise.
And even though she was wrecked, sore, dripping my cum… I knew she couldn’t wait.