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“Turn around, Avery, and kneel down.”
Doing so brought her right to eye level with his cock. Only partially erect now, it was still huge and still covered in the sheen of her orgasms.
“Open your mouth, kitten.” He combed his fingers through her hair along her scalp. “Daddy wants you to use your pretty mouth until he’s hard enough to fuck your little bottom hole.”
That she found that arousing was just another testament to how much she loved him. Opening her mouth, she let herself relax as the head of him parted her lips, pushing over her tongue as it sank into the back of her throat. He didn’t go quite deep enough to cut off her air, though for a moment she felt that twinge of concern that he might. Instead, he held himself still, his eyes closed as he reveled in the sensation of just being inside her. His fingers in her hair tightened their grip as she let her mouth close around him. Slowly he began to rock his hips back and forth, surging in and not quite all of the way out of her mouth. She brought her hand up, hungry to touch him, but stopped when he clucked his tongue.
“Just your mouth and tongue, kitten.”
Her fingers itched to hold and caress him, but she obediently dropped her hand. This was so much sexier than just a blowjob. With her bottom hot and aching, the act felt like the ultimatesubmission. She wasn’t bound by anything but his will, but with his hands on her head, guiding her movements as he made slow love to her mouth, she was definitely restricted. Controlled. Owned, even, in the sexiest way possible.
She stroked him with her tongue as his hips rocked. Swirling her tongue around the head of him, tasting those salty-sweet drops that seeped from him, she felt his cock swelling, stiffening, and the moan she wrung from him was pure magic. Without a doubt, he was the most deeply sensual man she’d ever known. He laced his fingers on her scalp, trying not to pull her hair, but steadying her as he massaged her scalp and the flare of arousal as he guided her into serving him resurrected her own arousal.
His cum was dribbling out of her; she could taste latent drops of it spilling from him onto her tongue. She really was Daddy’s sex toy, and yet she wasn’t offended or repulsed. She didn’t even like oral sex, either giving or receiving, and yet with Thom, the inherent submissiveness of his fucking her mouth was deeply arousing. She ached, pulsed, burned, the heated hurt of her bottom migrating into her needy clit until all she wanted was for him to come just so she could taste a full load of him all at once.
“Good girl,” he moaned. “Take all of Daddy in your mouth. Get Daddy’s cock good and wet so he can use that and the slick from your pussy to take your bottom hole.”
His hips began to piston and she relaxed her jaw, striving to take as much of him in as she could. The tip of him kept tripping her gag reflex. She could feel him nudging at her tonsils on every inward stroke. Her eyes teared up in reflex, but the more she forced herself to relax, the easier it got. And he kept on swelling, growing so thick that her mouth almost couldn’t take him. Any minute now, she expected his slow, deep rhythm to quicken, for him to really start pumping, letting go while he fucked her mouth with unbridled virility. She more than expected it, she ached for it. She was ready, eager even to see how much shecould take, but he never did. Completely erect once more, he withdrew from her instead.
Helping her to her feet, he turned her to face the bed. “Kneel on the mattress, kitten. Stretch your arms out and put your head down. Present your pretty little bottom hole to me for punishment. It’s time you got a bit of humbling.”
She moved toward the bed, her heart racing, heat pooling low in her belly. She climbed up into position, very well aware of exactly what he would be seeing—her well-fucked pussy, wet and glistening, her back entrance willingly exposed to him, the bullseye his cock now aimed for.
“It’s all right, baby girl,” he encouraged when she hesitated. “Daddy will take care of you. Get in position.”
His words and tone were gentle, but there was no doubt that he meant to be obeyed.
Bending, she lay her head on the bed and stretched her hands above her head, helpless to do anything except grab hold of the blanket when the heat of his hand found her hip.
Stroking her bottom, he caressed all the places he’d punished. Up onto her back his touch wandered, following her spine to the small of her back where he began to press, applying gentle pressure until she lowered her torso and pushed back her hips.
She relaxed, letting him adjust her until she was exactly as he wanted her. She caught a shaky breath when he fingered her dark rosebud. She offered no resistance whatsoever as he moistened her, using lubricant from the nightstand to make her anus every bit as slick as her pussy was. Her eyes closed when he entered her—first one finger, then two. It had been a long time since anyone had been in her this way. Two fingers were smaller than his cock, but she still felt the pinch of discomfort as she was gently forced open. She buried her face into the blankets, but as he pumped them slowly in and out, letting her bottomgrow accustomed to the invasion, gradually arousal returned to overwhelm everything else.
“Breathe, kitten,” he said, withdrawing his fingers to smear the remainder of the lubricant all over his own cock. “You know you deserve this and that you will enjoy it, don’t you?”
Nodding, Avery clutched tighter to the blankets. “Yes, Daddy.”
And still she bit back a whimper when she felt the head of him pressed to her.
“Push, open up for me.”
She couldn’t. All she could do was try her best to relax as he entered her, pushing through the tightness, her discomfort growing to more than just a pinch as her private passage expanded enough to accommodate both his length and his girth. She breathed through the worst of it.
“Good girl,” he moaned, the purest expression of pleasure as he seated himself—God!—fully inside her.
Her bottom pulsed, clamping down all around him in a twitch so strong that she could feel it all the way from her pussy to her womb. He held himself still, letting her adjust, until the intensity of the discomfort became nothing more than just a pinch once more, and she released the breath she’d been holding.
“Good girl.” He stroked her back and massaged her hips, before reaching under her with one hand. Avery gasped when he touched her clit, her pussy and ass both clamping down tight all over again. He rubbed her and her back arched. Never had anything felt more wrong and yet so right all at the same time.
He pumped, a slow, gentle thrust that awakened every nerve ending she had and instantly brought them humming back to pleasure-filled life.
“Who do your orgasms belong to?” he whispered seductively as he began to fuck.
“Daddy,” she sighed, giving herself over to him completely. “Please, yes, Daddy.”
The thrusts of his hips bumped and ground against her sore bottom as he rocked in and out of her, plunging in deep, dragging himself until he was almost all the way out of her again, and reducing her to nothing more than a mass of wanton gasps and writhing.
“What is Daddy doing?” he asked, pleasure deepening his tone to a growl.
