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Dakota rides me with everything she has, squeezing my cock, pulling me deep as I let her fuck herself on my cock.
My balls draw up because there’s nothing like being in her tight heat. She grips my neck, her short nails digging into my skin, and I relish the bite.
She’s trying to get me off, trying to hold off on her orgasm, so I move my hand and grip her, controlling each bounce on my cock. I’m back in control, driving into her hard in a measured beat that leaves her nowhere to go but into the heat of release.
“Please, no, Daddy, no, please, you’re going to make me come. I’m going to come. No, Daddy!”
I swallow her cry of Daddy as she shatters, her pussy exploding around my cock. Her juices flow over me, flooding her tight walls. I kiss her deep and long, taking all her words and cries down into me as her body spasms hard over and over on my cock.
I don’t give her time. I pull her off me and she crumples to the ground so she’s face-to-face with my erection. I’m so in need of release, my balls have basically climbed into me and I hurt.
But I don’t give a fuck.
I’ll take the pain because the sight of her on her knees in this nasty fucking alley, her clothes wrinkled and twisted, is one of the hottest, most erotic things I’ve seen.
Funny, most of my erotic memories and thoughts are of Dakota.
“Baby girl,” I say, cruelly twisting my voice so that my disappointment is clear. “You came. Didn’t Daddy say not to?”
Her eyes are glued to my cock and she licks her fucking lips. My cock jerks. Shit. If I’m not careful, I’m going to just come all over her here and now.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I push a hand through her hair, not to hurt, just to show her I could, if I wanted, drag her mouth to my cock and make her fuck me with it.
Not that she needs that kind of incentive. She’s ready to pounce.
“Didn’t Daddy tell you there’d be consequences if you came?”
“Daddy didn’t come. Please, let me make you come. You can punish me later.”
Oh… fuck… I could play with her forever.
I close my fist in her hair and push her willing head to my cock. “This isn’t punishment?”
“No, Daddy. Your cock’s a reward.”
Heat of the decadent, dark, kinky kind streaks through me like lightning and I say, “Get to fucking work, slut.”
She’s on my cock so fast, it charges me like a bolt of lightning.
Dakota keeps her hands away from me, tucked behind her back, even though I didn’t ask her to. And she goes deep.
There’s something sublime about a blow job, the power of being in someone’s mouth, the uniqueness of all that sucking, wetness, and heat. Of how the gag reflex plays like an instrument of erotic delight on the tip of my cock.
It doesn’t even have to be the best to be good.
She isn’t technique.
Dakota is instinct.
Her mouth is pure fucking delight, and a blow job from her is off the charts good. I can barely hold off my orgasm as she sucks me down, her head bobbing furiously. She takes me all the way into her throat, choking herself, before coming up to suckle and torture the tip.
It’s chemistry, it’s her, it’s the fucking stars aligning and making deals with demons; it’s something I can’t describe, but her mouth is phenomenal.
I slam my hands against the wall as she blows me.
I try and think of things that aren’t hot, that aren’t her. That aren’t in any way this fucking blow job.
