by Gia Blue
Gee, I feel like purring like a fucking cat, rubbing all over him and bathing in him. I close the small distance between us and take his lower lip between my teeth, tug and bite. I lick the damaged flesh before I whisper, “Your little girl is very happy, Daddy.”
Justin doesn’t give me an answer. At least, not a verbal one. He captures my lips in a searing kiss. I don’t get a moment to protest or prepare. He just dominates me, tongue forcing its way past my lips, demanding that I open and submit to him. He tastes every bit of my mouth, flicking and toying with me, stroking and pretending to fuck me.
I can’t keep still, can’t not move. I roll my hips, press my cunt down on him while I delve into his mouth, savor the flavors of beer, pizza and him. He overwhelms me, takes over, and I follow his lead, let him sweep me away.
His hands travel over my back, up and down my spine, and then he’s tugging at the hem of my shirt, bringing it higher and higher until I break our kiss long enough for him to whip it over my head.
“Fuck your tits are gorgeous.” His voice is deep. Deeper than normal and laced with pure sex. He cups my breasts, squeezing and kneading, thumbs stroking my nipples back and forth.
I arch my back, push my chest out, shove against his palms—silently beg for more pressure.
In answer, Justin leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks and teases the sensitive bud with his tongue. The rapid flick, flick, flick heads straight to my pussy, forcing me to shift and rock my hips along the ridge of his dick.
I crave the pleasure, the sensation, of being touched. Need it like my next breath.
He moans, increases the suction and pinches the nipple on my other breast, sending slivers of pain to mingle with the ecstasy he’s giving me. “Fuck yes, Daddy. Harder. More. Suck me.”
Justin bites my breast and the ache in my pussy increases in response. It’s spasming, tightening and releasing, practically begging to get fucked. “Oh, god. I need…”
He releases my flesh with a pop, hand taking the place of his mouth. “What do you need, baby girl?”
“Please…”
“Please what?” He’s grinning now, that teasing smile I haven’t seen in a while.
“I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. Please.”
He grabs me around the waist and positions me so my back’s on the couch, hovers above me. “I’m not sure if bad girls get what they want. What about what I want?” His voice is a deep growl.
I lick my lips, watch him watching me. “Use me, Daddy. However you want.”
That earns me a smile. A wicked, evil, I’m-going-to-regret-this smile.
Oh, god. In a totally, hopefully, good way.
His weight leaves me as he levers himself from the couch, and I frown at him. Damn it, I didn’t think “no sex for Amber” was going to be an option. But my frown melts away in a split second when I watch as his hands go to the button on his pants. He snaps ‘em open, and just like that, they’re sliding down his legs, pooling at his feet.
Oh, shit.
His cock really is huge.
He went commando, and his thick, long dick is hard and ready, a pearly drop of pre-cum on the very tip. The head is an angry purple, as if screaming for attention, and I want to worship him with my mouth. For, like, ever.
“Oh, Daddy.” I push myself up, but he nudges me back.
“My turn, Amber. Be a good girl.”
I nod and lay back, watch as he kneels on the couch between my knees. He reaches for the waistband of my shorts and I lift my hips so he can slide them off. I know what he’s seeing now, know why his eyes are widening for a brief moment before they appear to darken even further.
I’m bare as a baby’s bottom. I shaved off everything until I felt smooth from every freaking angle. I’m soaking wet and completely revealed to him.
With a single finger, he traces my slit, and I shudder at the contact, arch my back and try to follow his movements. I want the touch to last forever. But it ends, and he brings the digit to his lips. I’m focused on him and don’t miss the look of bliss that passes over his face as he tastes me, my cream.
“Fucking delicious. I could live on that forever.”
I open my legs, prop one on the back of the couch and let the other fall wide. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved.” He shifts, moving back until he’s nearly at the other end.
And then, he bends down. Face right over my needy pussy. “Mind if I have a snack?”
I roll my eyes. “Eat me already.”
He tsks. “That’s earned you a spanking, little girl.”
I raise a single brow. “But later, right? Cause I seriously need you to fuck me. Soon.”
Instead of answering, he lowers his head, tongue out, and he laps at the very top of my slit. Just a tiny flick and my nerves sing in response. I immediately grab my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples and back arching at the stab of pleasure.
Shit. He’s barely touched me and I’m ready to come.
He moans and comes back, this time licking more of me. From the top down, he travels along the seam of my lower lips. Fuck, but he’s a tease.
He’s not getting where I want him. Damn it. I slide my hands down my body, enjoy the feel of skin against skin and reach for my pussy, intent on spreading my nether lips for him.
“Please, Daddy.” I moan.
But he brushes my hands away. “No touching. Let me play with my pretty, little cunt.”
The tone of his voice, the fierce, possessive look in his eyes, causes a shudder to zip through my body, pussy clenching on air and positively demanding to be fucked.
He sounds on edge. Good. He should be as needy as I am, damn it.
He skims the inside of my legs, starting at my knees and ending at my upper thighs, squeezing and kneading my flesh for a moment before he takes his fingers and separates my lips to reveal my damp heat to the cool air.
“Such a pretty, pink pussy. All ready for me.”
“God, yes.” I arch, rock my hips and search out his touch. “Lick me, Daddy.”
He hums and the sound reaches me the scantest moment before his tongue connects with my aroused pussy, lapping me from hole to clit, flicking the tiny nub of nerves at the end of his licks.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Justin keeps going, bottom to top, again and again, moaning all the while. He pulls away and blows on my soaking flesh, the chill causing goose bumps to rise along my skin. Then he dives back in, butterfly-quick movements of his tongue over my clit sending my arousal flying higher than a kite. His lips form a seal around my sensitive nub, sucking while flicking and licking, circling the ball of nerve round and round.
“Fuck, that’s it.” I’m breathing heavy, panting and begging. “Suck my clit. Give it to me.”
He does. He sucks harder, flicks quicker, giving me exactly what I’ve asked for. I’m wide open for him and I feel my juices sliding over my asshole, and I’m sure they’re soaking into the couch. Fuck it, I’ll clean it later.
Two fingers tease my hole, gently brushing my entrance, touch, touch, touch…circling it…only entering me with the barest inch. God, that feels so good. No, good doesn’t even start to explain it. Good is a brief kiss.
This is fan-fucking-tastic.
Seriously.
I shift my hips, roll and ride his fingers as much as he’ll let me. I figure he’ll probably tell me to stop soon, so I take what pleasure I can, while I can.
But then, he proves me wrong. He shoves those fingers deep, hard and fast, filling and stretching my pussy with his digits.
“Fuck yes. Fuck me.”
He gives me a few tiny strokes, an inch out, an inch in, scissoring his fingers, and I figure he’s trying to get me ready for his massive cock.
Goody!
I’m staring at him, his eyes focused on mine while he works over my pussy. He lifts his mouth, hot breath fanning over my aroused lower lips, fingers picking up speed and working my hole. “Like that, little one? Like you
“Yes, oh, fuck yes.”
He shoves deeper, and then brings the thumb of his other hand to rest over my clit. “Come on my fingers, and then I’ll fuck you, baby. Gotta give it to me, though.” I moan, move my hips in time with his thrusts while he makes little circles over my tiny nub. “Squeeze your tits. Make yourself come.”
I can’t help but listen. I grab my breasts, knead them, fingers pinching the hard nipples while he keeps up his movements. “Yeah, that’s it, give it to me.”
I’m panting, writhing, begging and sobbing all at once. I tighten my grip on my hard-as-hell nips, savoring the hint of pleasure with the pain, inching closer and closer to my climax.
My pussy’s tightening and milking Justin’s fingers, spasming while he keeps fucking me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
I feel my orgasm approaching, inching toward the precipice. It starts with a low ache surrounding my pussy, gathering force as seconds tick by, spreading out from my cunt until it fills my arms and legs.
I’m shaking, it’s rising. Like tiny sparks of electricity, my muscles twitch, shift and move of their own volition. My back arches, bowing until I’m only touching the couch with my hips and head. I’m strung tight, ready to snap at any moment.
“That’s it. Come for Daddy.”
Oh, god.
Oh, god.
Oh, god.
It’s right there, within reach, ready to slam into me.
“Do it.”
Then the dam breaks, fucking explodes until nothing but pleasure exists for me. I scream, I writhe, I yell. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s just wave after wave of ecstasy, and it consumes me from inside out. My whole body is sensitized, hyperaware of the world around me, but my mind is wandering, floating while my orgasm takes control.
Over and over again, the joy blows through me until it dies down to a gentle wind, tiny aftershocks slowing in time with Justin’s movements.
I open my eyes, and I don’t even remember closing them. His gaze is locked on mine and he’s sitting up, showing me his impressive, hard cock.
I lick my lips, anxious to wrap my mouth around his prick, but his words stop me. “You can suck me later. Right now, I want to fuck that tight pussy.” A residual shudder racks my body and he just smiles. “Flip over, Amber. This is going to be a quick, hard ride.”
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…
Without hesitation I turn over, both hands on the couch, one knee on a cushion and the other foot planted on the floor, pussy bared and ready for him. I look over my shoulder and see him staring at my ass, one hand stroking his fat cock from root to tip and back again. “Like what you see?”
Justin pets my hip, skims my ass. “Oh, yeah. That is one gorgeous pussy.” His thumb brushes my asshole, nerves responding instantly. “And your ass is just as pretty. Has anyone fucked this tiny hole, Amber?” I open my mouth to answer, but he cuts me off. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll be burying my dick in that ass, soon enough.” My asshole tightens on its own. “Oh, you’re a little slut, aren’t you? That hole is practically begging for my cock.” He leans over me, his thick shaft resting in the crack of my butt. He thrusts against me, sliding it up, then back, teasing my nerves. “You want it, Amber?”
I nod, unable to find the words.
“Tell me.” He rocks his hips again, solid shaft teasing my tingling skin.
“Yes, I want your cock in my ass, my pussy, my mouth. Please.”
He bites my shoulder in response, teeth clamping down hard, not breaking skin, but sending searing pain through my body. I scream, but can’t move and pull away. After what seems like forever, he releases me and withdraws, before thrusting right into my dripping cunt without hesitation. Only his grip on my other shoulder is what keeps me from being fucked over the side of the couch.
“Fuuuccckkk!” That’s all I’m able to say, because he’s stolen my breath, pushed it right out of me with that thick dick of his.
Embedded deep in my cunt, he’s not moving, and for now, I’m damned thankful for that. His shaft is practically splitting me in half, the pain of being speared by him warring with the remnants of his bite. So, I just ride it out until it begins to wane, letting me catch my breath again.
He draws a line down my spine, nice and slow, and goose bumps follow in his wake. “Okay, baby? Ready for me?” He eases back a bit and then pushes forward to fill me again. “Oh, fuck yeah. This is one tight pussy.”
I moan, push back against his next thrust. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
At first, I’m not sure if he hears me, but then his grip on my shoulder tightens, and his other hand goes to my hip, holding me tight.
Justin withdraws for what seems like forever before he slams forward, jarring my whole body but touching all those perfect places in my cunt.
“Fuck!”
He repeats the move. “That’s what I’m doing.”
I laugh and roll my eyes. Dork.
Justin pulls back, pushes in again, strokes right over my G-spot, orgasm rising once again in response. Oh, yeah.
“Give it to me, Daddy. Shove that fat cock inside me.” I can’t move on my own, his hold’s assuring that, but I revel in his powerful thrusts, the fierce way he’s yanking me back against him with every push. His balls slap my lower lips, smacking my clit with every drive.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Harder. Faster. Deeper. More. With every stroke he picks up his pace, fucks me with an unyielding intensity.
God, he’s long and thick, thicker than I’m used to, adding that stretching pain to the pleasure.
“Take that dick.” In and out and in and out. He releases my hip long enough to slap my ass, a nice burn spreading through my cheek and I moan, then whimper when it seems like he’s not going to do it again. “Like that? Like getting spanked like a naughty girl?”
“I am naughty, Daddy. So bad.”
He just grunts and hits me again, forcing a scream from my throat, and it seems like that’s all the permission he needs to let go.
His pace turns up in earnest now, punishing me with his cock and hand, fucking and spanking me over and over again.
Another slap. Then another. The pain’s turning into a burning fire, spreading to engulf my entire ass, inching toward my cunt and yanking my orgasm closer with every hit.
So fucking good.
The head of his cock presses against my G-spot with every pass, and I know I’m gonna squirt all over the couch. Next time, we’ll totally put a towel down.
“Come on my dick, Amber. Show me how much you like my cock in your cunt.”
“God, yes.” I reach between my legs and find my clit with ease, rub it furiously in time with his thrusts. It’s growing with every passing second, my climax roaring toward me like an out of control semi. It’s hard and fast and I’ll be surprised if I manage to stay conscious long enough to enjoy the afterglow.
“That’s it, little slut playing with herself while getting fucked by her daddy.” He’s panting, chugging like a train while he pistons in and out of my pussy. Slam, slam, slam…
I keep tightening around him in waves, squeeze, release, again and again, my orgasm taking over while he pummels me. More and more of my juices escape my hole, coating his dick, my fingers, the couch. All of it wearing my scent, my musk.
I feel my release gathering in my lower back, wrapping around me like a cocoon and swallowing me whole. My clit’s practically singing, cunt begging, and I can barely hold myself up. It’s like my body has deserted me to bathe in the pleasure that Justin’s giving.
It’s growing, growing, growing, and then…it’s finally here, fireworks on the Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.
Somehow, I keep my arm from buckling beneath me, but the rest is just a blur of unadulterated sensation. Pleasure, hotter than before, burns inside my veins, lighting up my nerves as it races through me, gathering and surrounding my pussy. I feel my mouth moving, words pouring out, but I couldn’t tell you what the fuck it is I’m saying.
I feel warm, slick fluid coating my upper thighs, and I know I’ve squirted all over his cock, coated him in my cream, done something I just don’t do with a guy.
With a dildo? Totally. Guy? Never.
Until Justin.
He’s still pumping in and out of me, both hands on my shoulders, jarring my body and sending my tits swinging with every stroke. I figure he’s close, ready to come.
“Do it, Daddy. In my cunt. Fill me with your cum.”
“Fuckfuckfuck…” His voice trails off, and then it’s back with a roar, my name on his lips as he seals his hips to mine. I feel his cock jerking in my cunt, spurting stream after stream of cum into my heat.
And it drags my orgasm along, shivers and shudders of pleasure seeping into my arms and legs, keeping me from doing anything but slumping onto the couch, ass high, chest against the cushions.
We’re both panting in the near-quiet living room, the porno I’d ordered still playing in the background.
Hell, even if the vid got him going again, I don’t think I’d be able to keep up. I think he broke my vagina.
I feel his dick softening in my pussy, stretch leaving as he deflates inside me. After a few moments, he slips his cock free, cum flowing from my hole in the wake of his leaving, more fluid dripping onto the couch.
I’m totally going to have to rent a steam cleaner.
Justin shifts away and I figure he’s off to snag something to clean up our mess.
I’m wrong. He rolls to the side and drops down onto his back between the couch and coffee table. I take the opportunity to stretch out a little, only to encounter the wet spot.
“Eew. Scooch over.” I motion with my hand for him to move, but he just sits up and snags me, pulling me down onto him with a slight “oomph.”
I relax against his body, drape over him like a blanket, and we just lay there, breathing, his heart pounding against mine.
“Any minute now I’m going to carry you to bed. And if I don’t die by morning, I’m going to fuck you again.”
I nod against his chest. “Yeah, okay. I may even participate.”
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