Chapter 174 Please, Let Me Cum
I woke up to the slow, heavy drag of his cock sliding back inside me.
My eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep and last night’s exhaustion, and the first thing I felt was him—thick, hot, stretching me open again like my body hadn’t even had time to close up from the night before. I was still slick with his cum, still tender, and the way he pushed in slow and deliberate made every swollen inch burn in the most delicious way. My thighs were already trembling, pussy clenching around him on instinct, pulling him deeper even though I was sore.
He was behind me, spooning me tight against his chest, one arm banded around my waist, the other hand cupping my breast like he owned it. His breath was warm on the back of my neck, lips brushing my skin as he murmured, “Morning, baby.”
I whimpered, hips rocking back before my brain even caught up. “Daddy…”
“That’s right.” His voice was gravel-rough from sleep and sex. “Daddy’s already inside his little pet. Couldn’t wait to feel you again.”
He rolled his hips, grinding deep, the head of his cock nudging that spot that made my toes curl. I gasped, fingers digging into the sheets. Last night had wrecked me—every room, every surface, his cum leaking out of me until the bed was soaked—but waking up like this, full of him before I’d even opened my eyes, felt like the dirtiest, most perfect thing.
He didn’t rush. Just slow, lazy thrusts, letting me feel every vein, every ridge, the way my walls fluttered around him like they were trying to keep him there forever. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit—still puffy and sensitive—and he circled it gently at first, then firmer, matching the rhythm of his hips.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned against my ear. “Still dripping my cum from last night. Feel that? How slippery you are for me?”
I moaned, nodding, pushing back to meet him. The wet sounds were filthy—soft, slick glides mixed with my breathy little cries. My nipples ached where they rubbed against the sheet, and every time he bottomed out I felt the stretch, the fullness, the way his balls pressed against me like they were heavy with more.
“Gonna fill you again,” he whispered. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll be leaking me all day. You want that, don’t you? Want Daddy’s cum dripping down your thighs while you walk around campus pretending to be a good girl?”
“Yes—fuck—yes, Daddy, please—”
He sped up just a little, still controlled, still making me feel every inch. His fingers pinched my clit lightly, rolling it between them, and I cried out, back arching. The pressure built fast—too fast—after all the edging last night. My thighs shook, pussy fluttering, right on the edge already.
“Not yet,” he said, voice low and commanding. He slowed again, shallow thrusts that teased my entrance, keeping me hanging. “You come when I say. Not before.”
I sobbed, frustrated and desperate, hips grinding back uselessly. “Please… I need it… been aching since you pulled out last night…”
He chuckled—dark and satisfied...then bit the shell of my ear. “I know, baby. I can feel how greedy this pussy is. Clenching around me so hard.”
He rolled us so I was on my back, legs spread wide around his hips. He hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me open, and looked down at where we were joined. His cock glistened with me, thick and flushed, stretching my lips wide. He pulled out almost all the way, just the head inside, then sank back in slow, letting me watch every inch disappear.
“Look at that,” he rasped. “Look how you take Daddy’s cock. So pink, so swollen, so fucking perfect.”
I moaned, eyes locked on the sight—his thick shaft sliding in and out, coated in my wetness and last night’s cum. The visual alone made me clench harder. He groaned, feeling it.
“That’s it. Squeeze me, baby. Milk Daddy like the good little slut you are.”
He started thrusting harder now, deeper, the bed creaking under us. Each stroke hit that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. His thumb found my clit again, rubbing fast, firm circles while he fucked me into the mattress.
“Come for me,” he ordered. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Let me feel you fall apart.”
I shattered.
My whole body locked up, pussy clamping down so hard he cursed under his breath. I screamed—raw, broken—waves crashing through me, gushing around him, soaking his cock, his balls, the sheets. My thighs shook violently, toes curling, nails raking down his back. He kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering, oversensitive, begging him to slow down.
But he didn’t.
He chased his own release now, thrusts turning erratic, hips slamming into me. “Gonna come inside you,” he growled. “Gonna fill this tight little cunt again. Take it, baby—take every fucking drop.”
He buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan. Hot spurts flooded me, pulse after pulse, so much I could feel it overflowing, leaking out around his cock. He ground against me, milking himself dry, making sure every bit stayed inside.
When he finally stilled, we were both panting, sweat-slick, trembling. He didn’t pull out right away. Just stayed buried, softening slowly, kissing me slow and deep—tongue lazy, tasting the salt of my tears and the sweetness of my mouth.
After a long minute he eased out, watching his cum drip from me—thick, white, obscene against my pink, swollen folds. He scooped some up with two fingers, brought them to my lips.
“Clean me up, pet.”
I sucked them eagerly, moaning at the taste—salty, musky, us. He watched, eyes dark with satisfaction.
Then he reached for the nightstand, pulled out a thin silver chain necklace with a small pendant—a tiny lock. He fastened it around my throat, fingers lingering on my pulse.
“Wear this,” he said softly. “Every day. Every time you feel it against your skin, remember who owns this pussy. Who owns you.”
I swallowed, the cool metal settling against my collarbone like a brand. “Yes, Daddy.”
He kissed me again—gentler this time—then helped me sit up. My legs were jelly, thighs sticky with him. I could feel it leaking out already, warm and thick.
“Shower,” he murmured. “Then breakfast. And after that…”
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear.
“We’re going to the library. I need to return a book. And you’re coming with me.”
My heart stuttered. The campus libra
ry. Public. Risky.
He smiled—slow, wicked.
“And you’re going to keep every drop of me inside you the whole time. No panties. Just my cum dripping down your thighs while we walk through the stacks.”
I whimpered, already throbbing again at the thought.