Page 31 of Sexting My Ex’s Dad

“Thank you, Daddy,” I gasp, because he’s absolutely ruining me, and it’s everything I’ve dreamed about.

He pulls out abruptly. My body keens at the sudden emptiness, all slick and clenching, but he just flips me like I weigh nothing, sets my knees on the edge of the cot, pushes my back down with a firm hand until I’m presenting, ass up, face pressed into his forearm. The shift is so fast I cry out.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like this,” he groans, fingers spreading me, thumbs pressing into the backs of my slick thighs. “You hear that? That’s you begging to be fucked open.”

Then he’s sinking into me again from behind, and the angle is obscene. He fills me even deeper this way, hitting spots that make my eyes roll back. My mouth is pressed against the mattress to muffle the noises, but he reaches down and tugs me up by my hair.

“Don’t hide from me,” he warns, voice barely above a growl.

His thrusts turn brutal. I feel the slap of his hips against my ass, feel every inch of him battering my insides in perfect rhythm with the tight circles he’s drawing on my clit. The stretch is almost too much. Every time he pulls back, I feel slick air rush in, then he’s slamming right into the wet heat, making me convulse.

“You hear how wet that is?” he murmurs, leaning down to drag his tongue along my shoulder blade, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my skin.

I bite down on my own knuckles to keep from wailing. He notices instantly.

“Move your hand.” When I obey, he presses his own broad palm over my mouth. “You want to hide the sounds? I’ll cover them.”

The pressure of his hand makes me feel owned—like he’s holding every part of me in place while he fucks me into focus.

“Hold it there,” he orders. “Keep those pretty lips parted.”

He rams into me harder. I see stars. My walls spasm around him in desperate pulses. His other hand drops to my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

“Daddy,” I choke out from under his hand. “Please⁠—”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please—give me more—give me everything⁠—”

He chuckles darkly. “You already have everything. A man. My cock. My attention.” His mouth crashes down on the side of my neck and he sucks a bruise so hard I cry out. “And you’ll thank me for every bit.”

His hand leaves my mouth, slides down to grip my throat again, and the pressure is immediate, perfect. Not choking—just control. He’s holding me upright with one hand around my neck, fucking me from behind with smooth, relentless thrusts, the skin of his chest slick against my back.

Every nerve is overloaded. Every muscle is trembling. His voice turns low, sin-slick and raw. “Give Daddy one more. Come for me while I’m still inside you.”

The command hits like lightning.

I splinter with a cry, legs shaking, back arching, nails scraping against the sheets. The orgasm rips through me hard and punishing. He keeps pounding right through it, groaning as I clamp down, dragging him deeper.

His cock surges inside me, thick and relentless, his rhythm a little frayed now too. I can tell he’s close—the curses starting to slip, the way his hips jerk, the grip on my throat tightening right at the edges of what I can bear.

“You gonna let me fill you?” he growls into my ear, every word a hot breath between us.

“Yes—God, yes.”

“You on the pill?” His voice breaks on the question.

“Yes, Daddy, I am,” I pant.

He releases a guttural sound and shoves in deep, fully seated. “Good girl.” He presses every inch of himself inside, holding me in place with his hand on my throat and the other gripping my hip possessively.

Then he comes. I feel it. The thick heat surging, the way his cock swells with each pulse as he shoots deep inside me, the low moan torn from his chest while he rides it out. He stays buried, hips locked, grinding through the release until the warmth floods me completely.

We stay like that—me bent over and shaking, him slumped over my back, both of us gasping while his cum slowly trickles out around him. He doesn’t move for a long moment, just catches his breath against my shoulder, the weight of him welcome and heavy.

Finally, he pulls out slow, tilting my hips upward so nothing spills. The sudden emptiness immediately makes me whine.

He swats my ass lightly.