Daddy King

by Celia Crown

  “Don’t fucking touch,” Daddy barks, yanking his dress shirt off and ripping away the pair of pants that enhances the muscles on his thighs.

  I jerk in surprise at his deep voice, accidentally scraping my clit and I tremble longingly with his name on the tip of my tongue. Sticky fluid leaking out onto my skin, chilling on my heated thighs. My heart slams in my sternum, hand cramming between my legs with the need to just get one touch in and maybe I’ll be able to listen to him, but I just need that touch.

  Daddy’s hand snatches mine, throwing me on my back as my black hair splay around me like a ring of halo. A shiver race through me, his dark eyes glitter with something wicked.

  “You’re being a bad girl,” he scowls, glaring down on my willing blue eyes.

  “Are you going to punish me?” I blink, a faint throb on my butt covers my face with a flush.

  “Do you want to be punished?” Daddy rolls his bare cock on my tiny clit, tugging on my soaked folds.

  Sparks ignite on my toes, curling them as he holds my thighs open for his wide frame. My tummy does funny things when I realize that Daddy must not have worn anything underneath his pants, he’s so bold and I didn’t even notice because Daddy was too handsome for me to pay attention to anything else.

  “I want Daddy to spank me,” I murmur, shyly hiding behind my black hair.

  My tiny slits throbbing for the vein on his cock, I feel every scrape in his thrusts as I squeal in shock. He has been playing with my pussy for days, and I cum faster each time while he strings me like a violin. Talented hands match his talented skills in every aspect of perfection, I crave the perfectly cut hips that’s thrusting his big cock on me.

  I look down, swallowing a choked moan when Daddy’s cock goes pass my belly button and it’s frighteningly big.

  My body is so alert, so responsive to his ministration. He angles his hips, teasing over my puffy lips to nudge my button with his tip that brings a wave of pleasure tumbling over my thighs. He drops his heavy shaft on my clit and that packs a punch that lunges my body up and I shakily inhale as much air as I can.

  I think I’m coming, I have to be; the familiar curl of my tummy, the stars dancing across my eyes, and the ascending climb going quicker with every roll of his soaked cock.

  My hips race to find my pleasure, but he snaps his hands down on my messy hips and keep me lodged on the bed.

  “Look at me,” Daddy demands, I comply instinctively.

  His hair is everywhere, but oh, I want to run my hands in them and kiss his very pretty face. Daddy will never forgive me if I called him pretty, he is a very handsome man.

  Handsome, my mind slurs.

  “You are my princess and my little girl,” he said, and I subtly whine at the loss of orgasm.

  “Pain is not something I will purposely inflict on you, but you need to understand that I am a big man and you're a small girl.”

  I was about to ask him what he’s talking about, or better yet, ask him to not talk and continue what he was doing until Daddy’s tip scorches my parted slits with his immense body heat. Whether it is from his heated temperature or it is caused by the sharp sting around my hole, I let out tiny gasps as pleasure blooms on top of my throbbing clit.

  Any thoughts melted from my mind, trapped in an endless loop of mewling his name like a prayer. Every inch Daddy feeds me gets a kiss on my lips, silently distracting me from the pain. It’s not possible to fully ignore the wonderful stretch that has me feeling too full and he isn’t halfway in yet.

  Daddy grazes something— something exquisite and better and I put my hand on top of where his cock would be and happily sighs when he pauses. My slits wrap snuggly around the big girth, pulsing, waiting and wanting. His thumb reaches over to thrum my swollen clit, arching my hips in response to the pleasure shooting up my heart, and I pinned myself further down on his length.

  “Come all you want, little girl.” Daddy pets my button, rolling the nub harshly between his fingers.

  “I am very generous tonight, and I will forgive you on your disobedience. There will not be a second time.”

  I nod blissfully, blinking the haze in my eyes. “Thank you, Daddy. Love you.”

  Taking away his strong fingers, Daddy leans forward before I have the chance to voice my pleading to him. Sinking in the last inches deep inside, my entire body quake in overwhelming fullness and pain aches from the massive girth that has me feeling like he is breaching my cervix. He’s pressing tightly against it, and I feel every coiling muscle molding and familiarizing his shape.

  I come with a speechless frenzy, soiling Daddy’s cock with my juices as it runs down my butt. It’s an extraordinary feeling of being stretched, pried open, and so filled to close of bursting.

  “Fuck, this is my little tight cunt.” Daddy mouths my neck, tracing his tongue over my racing pulse and bites down on the tender column of my neck to brand his marking on me so that anyone who sees me would know that I belong to Daddy, and they don’t have a chance with me.

  I want more.

  “Daddy, please, please,” I beg him, to show me mercy and just do something.

  The corner of his lip twitches while his dark eyes rake over my flushed body, leaning back to his knees for more leverage to spread my thighs on the sheets. It lifts my butt higher, squelching sound is loud as Daddy has given me all of him.

  “I-I took it all, Daddy,” I giggle drunkenly.

  Praise me, praise me, I mentally beg.

  He answers my prayer, “That’s my good girl, I never had doubts that you can’t. You are made for me; this cunt is made to take my cock like a little breeding whore—mine.”

  I chew my bottom lip, innocently gazing up at his dirty mouth, but I’m so embarrassed that my pussy flutters at them.

  “Yours, Daddy,” I agree with a happy grin before taking one hand from my waist to expand my fingers over his thick wrist to pull his arm up.

  Adjusting it on my neck, I let him curl those deadly fingers around my delicate neck. The danger is there; he can easily squeeze and my neck would go one way, and he can cut my air off with one small grip.

  “All Daddy’s,” I repeat.

  “Yes, mine,” Daddy growls, plunging into me again.

  I shake under Daddy’s solid frame, my fingers clutching at the rippling muscle of his arm as my arms can’t reach his waist. It’s another reminder of how vastly different we are.

  “Beg, little girl,” Daddy purrs, snapping his hips furiously and roughly tugging on my sodden clit with my slits splitting apart at various stages of his long cock.

  “Beg for me to make you cum, beg for me to breed your tight little cunt.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Leon

  She’s too far gone to be that good little girl who answers immediately. A little whimper is my reply, her pussy squeezing around my swollen thickness.

  It’s not good enough, I want to hear her sweet little mouth say those filthy things. I will wreck her in many ways, starting with her mouth—which I have already done, but it won’t hurt to do more.

  I cut off her air with one firm grip, her coiling walls shudder and she claws at my hand. Her strength is no match to mine, I am far too superior in many ways. I let her breathe, it’s such an exhilarating feeling to have her scared eyes glossily peer at me after she just tried to milk my cock.

  I give her credit, she almost did, but I am a king for a reason. I will not be the first to fall, she will come many times before I let go.

  “Daddy, please don’t make me say it,” she whimpers, burying her face with the back of her hands.

  She doesn’t notice the redness in her ears.

  “You are my good little girl, aren’t you?” I smirk darkly when she peeks from behind her hands, tits bouncing with my slow thrusts.

  “I am,” she confirms.

  “Then listen to me,” I snarl, pummeling heavily into her cunt and she arches her back beautifully.

  My pace quickens at her refusal to cooperate. If she doesn’t
want to, then she leaves me no choice but to use whatever I have got to wring those words from her mouth.

  The strategic part of my brain rings a cautionary bell, my body response to it as my back strains to fuck her into the sheets. Her unrestrained moans breaking and crying through fractured squeals, grasping every last of her sanity because I’m fucking her like a rag doll. My balls draw up tight, in preparation to cum and I wreck my mind to think of something else.

  Fucking international documents, logistics reports, anything other than the heavenly silky pussy sucking my cock deeper as I go.

  She’s going to come again, her walls tightening and gaze tuning out into bleakness as she locks every muscle in her body. I stop my hammering of her pussy, her blue eyes snap back to me and eyebrows crinkled. Like a kicked dog, she hiccups her complains to me.

  “Daddy, don’t be mean!”

  I give a warning squeeze around her throat and she shuts up effectively with an upset pout.

  “What do you say?” I stroke her quivering jaw.

  Mina struggles to overcome her shyness, squirming on my stiff cock like a greedy little whore and I refuse to budge despite the breaking resolve from her teary doe-eyes.

  I give her a little encouraging push through a shove of my hips, reminding her of the pleasure she’s missing.

  With small hands around my thick wrist, she shrinks down into the bed with a red that takes over the pink flush.

  “Please make me cum, Daddy,” she murmurs, squeaking at the dirty words coming from her sweet mouth. “Only Daddy can breed my little pussy.”

  I like her like this—messy, sloppy, and utterly ruined. Quivering, sobbing and stuffed with my cock.

  I come down to devour her soft lips, slanting mine in dominance over hers as she shakes when my teeth drag across her bottom lip. Mercilessly, I clamp down with a goal to bring her pain tolerance to a test. She, as sensitive she is, cries with tears brimming over her eyes. I release the abused flesh and pummel deeper inside, reaching in a place that will be full of my cum soon.

  A small rivulet of blood rolls into her mouth and she tentatively licks her lip with a wince, blue eyes meekly begging for me to not bite down again.

  I wasn’t planning to as I let go of her neck to turn my attention away from her lips to clamp my teeth over her fragile neck, her walls choke my cock with flooding juices as she comes like a freight train. It takes me by surprise that I caught myself before I topple over her heaving form, Mina doesn’t seem to understand where the orgasm came from, but I got the information I needed.

  She can cum from anything I give her.

  “A-ah!”

  I muffle her scream with my lips, I only pull back to see her panting and lips swollen with a pair of seizing hands frantically searching for purchase on my wide shoulders.

  Whimpering, crying, and so beautifully wrecked with my name painted in red at her lips. I hush her, sheathing back in with the same amount of attention I went for her neck. She keens as I angle my hips to rub her clit with my moving hips, thrusting and hammering her tight little cunt with slick clinging on viscously around my cock.

  “Hold onto me,” I whisper in her ear, kissing the wound I created on her skin and bury my nose under her ear and growl.

  She’s getting too tight, it’s hard to pull out and fuck her like I wanted to, but that doesn’t stop me. I redouble my effort when she loops her arms around me weakly, I use the springs in the bed to rut into her. it helps that I’m much stronger, my stamina and strength suppress her mere attempt to keep up with my rapidly increasing pace.

  “Do you want to cum again, little girl?” my voice only slightly strained.

  Mina nods gingerly, legs hugging my waist as her cunt begins to flutter at my well-aimed strokes that have her clit ensnared in a limbo of bliss.

  Her blue eyes peel open, a sheen of sweat covering her forehead as her brows crinkle through a cloud of smoke. She’s too pretty, completely debauched as I promptly pick up the pace and by the look on her face, she thought she had handled all of me.

  I drill her into the sheets, groaning at the sweet torture of her tiny slits gripping my cock. I use my arms to support my weight above her while simultaneously using it to leverage an angle beneath her waist, and a sensation creeps to my sensitive balls.

  “Come for me, little girl,” I growl huskily, breathing her name to urge her sweet pussy to milk my cock.

  Her body is trained, receiving my command like a good girl and her sodden pussy spasms sporadically. I shove my cock as deep as I can, feeding her more of my girth with her feeble arms scratching my back.

  Hot seed shoots out, painting her pulsing walls with scorching whites that smear creaminess around her pussy. Our fluids mix thickly, running out of her overly stuffed cunt.

  She’s wavering with heavy lids; an occasional moan of exhaustion falls from her plush lips. Mina’s not trying to sleep, but the orgasm I took from her wrecked body simply drained her and she never had the best stamina in the first place.

  My cock throbs dully inside her, and she sleepily turns her face into the pillow.

  “No more, Daddy,” she murmurs sluggishly.

  Little trickles of warm cum spilling over my cock and onto the soiled sheets, and I’m still hard at the thought of fucking until it takes.

  Without pulling away from the warm and wet walls, I twist her limp body around and yank her hips up until her ass is flush with my pelvis. She goes slack and desperately trying to stay upright when I reach deeper in this position.

  Mina shakes her head, moaning a cracked tempo that raises with my rhythm.

  She’s driving me crazy with those round hips, perfect for giving birth and more than enough for me to hold onto and fuck her into oblivion. She’s not too far away, I think one or two more orgasms would keep her asleep for a long time.

  I start pounding faster, taking longer strokes as I watch her writhe like a panting mess with the flawless plane of her back rolling in alluring waves. Her black hair is messy in a way that I want to fist my hand in them just because I want to.

  When she can’t breathe, her elbows use whatever strength they have to bring her head up from the pillow. I spear one hard thrust that forces her forward, weak arms collapse under my hammering to get the most out of her wanton cries. Thick cum drops from between her thighs, I look down to my hands spreading her ass apart.

  It’s such a delicious sight.

  Tiny slits pulled taut, straining to accommodate the large girth that breaches her virgin cunt as she is not supposed to take something this big. I almost feel sorry for the filthy image in my head that she is going to be wide and gaping by the time I pull out with a torrent of creamy whites flowing out.

  “C-can’t—” she gasps wetly, shaking madly.

  I snap my hips, sneering down on her naked back. “You can and you will. I will keep fucking this tiny little cunt until you come on my cock one more time, until I fill your pussy with my cum until there is no pregnancy doubt with the amount of cum I breed you with.”

  My cock swells again, the next round of cum readily at my disposal as I am buried balls deep inside her rippling walls.

  All she can do is brace herself for this ride, the uncoordinated rolls of her hips confirm her inexperience, but she tries and that’s all I can ask for. Her delicate fingers dig firmly into the pillow, muffling her scream as I ease one finger down around her waist to stroke her throbbing clit.

  She’s debauched and drunk off this high, “O-oh, please! I don’t—I need…”

  In vain to force me to cum, her coiling walls spasmodically massage my cock, sucking me and refusing to let go as I grunt at the impossibly tight squeeze. Naughty girl, she has so much power over me and with one little snap of those dainty fingers, I would be at her feet if she commands.

  Right now, she is commanding me to do something. Even she doesn’t know what she wants me to do. On one hand, I have been taking and taking orgasms from her, on the other hand, it’s been a long day with the weddin
g and she is holding on by a sliver of hope that I would have mercy on her wrecked body.

  Should I or should I not, what a difficult dilemma to be in when I’m balls deep.

  Her comfort comes before my needs.

  “Just one more, little girl, and then you can sleep,” I tell her and her head nods back briefly, and I have an inkling feeling that she’s only half listening to what I’m saying.

  Taking her sodden clit to my fingers, giving them a small roll is enough to knock her down to the depth of lust. Spiraling out of control as I chase after mine, using her trembling pussy to piston my massive cock through her swollen folds.

  She chants my name.

  “Alright, little girl,” I hushed her gently, surging through the burning sensation in my stomach as I focus intensely on the bounces of her ass.

  It’s to the point where my cock is sensitive and the aching feels too good to stop, blooming throbs become intoxicating as it melts with the heavy haze of arousal. My thrusts become erratic, growling my possession over her and swearing up a storm as my girth expands to spurt hot cum into her fertile young pussy.

  She shudders voicelessly, and I heave heavily at the trickling that wraps around my cock, filling her up with more thick spurts of cum stringing between us as I pull out.

  My monstrous cock pops out of her gaping cunt, a swell of pride fills my lungs as my eyes trained on the cum pouring out onto her thighs.

  I lick my lips; wicked intention swarms my head with my fingers catching a large dollop of cream. Shoving it back into her shuddering hole is so satisfying to watch as her body collapses onto the bed, soiled sheets and cum-stained thighs.

  Then, her light goes out.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mina

  I wake up before Daddy and it’s an experience for me. Every single morning, he would be awake and watching me sleep. He mentions me snoring and I vehemently deny that, he’s so mean even with his teasing. I did try to wake up one morning earlier, but that isn’t something I have control over because I woke up after Daddy began to fondle me.