Daddy leans over me, his face closer to mine as he says, “Is that something you want, Baby girl? Do you want Daddy to cover your cunt with a device that stops you from being able to touch yourself?”
I moan so loudly it echoes in the room. The answer is too embarrassing. He could probably suggest hanging me upside down from the ceiling by the ankles and I would find it sexy. It’s his tone.
“If you misbehaved in front of other people while wearing a chastity belt, they would all see it while I spanked you.”
I’m going to combust in a moment if he doesn’t stop torturing me with such naughty ideas that should horrify me. Instead, they drive me closer to another orgasm.
Meanwhile, he keeps stroking between my folds while pinching my clit. It’s maddening and fabulous at the same time.
I’m his. I’ve never felt more certain of anything in my entire life. I hope he’s as sure about us as I am. I’ll be devastated if he changes his mind. The thought makes me cringe.
“Hey, there, Baby girl. Whatever just went through your head, kick it to the curb.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing my eyes so I can focus on his fingers again. When he eases one into me, I whimper. It feels so good, but it also reminds me that I’m far too tight to take his erection—the one bobbing between my legs.
I think he curls his finger upward as he drags it out of me. He touches some part of me that makes me see stars.
“That’s my girl. Let it feel good.”
Good is an understatement. I’m about to orgasm again. I’m going to have bruises on my inner thighs from gripping them so tightly, but I don’t dare move my fingers. I want to come first.
Daddy eases his pointer in and out of me several times before suddenly pinching my clit harder and thrusting two fingers into me.
My body stiffens as I adjust to the stretch. Again, I wonder how he’s going to fit his erection inside me. It’s much larger than two fingers, and already I’m feeling the pressure. Why didn’t I practice this with a dildo over the years?
When he grazes that spot in my channel again, I can’t hold back another second. “Mace…” I cry out as I come around his fingers.
It feels even better than the first orgasm with my pussy filled. He keeps pumping, dragging out the waves of my release until I wince from overstimulation.
I’m reeling, still riding out the pleasure, unable to process his intention when he grabs my hands, hauls them over my head, and presses them against the mattress. After releasing them, he hauls me closer so that my butt is at the edge of the bed. And then his fingers are back in mine, threading them together. His lips descend, kissing me with so much passion that I moan into his mouth.
I’m still pulsing, mourning the loss of pressure inside me. But suddenly, his cock is at my entrance, and then he thrusts into me, all the way to the hilt.
The shock of being so filled is overwhelming, but it only lasts a few seconds before I realize I’m not in pain. It’s tight, but nothing hurts. I whimper against Mace’s mouth and murmur, “Yes…”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mace
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The second my girl utters that affirmation, I start pumping in and out of her. I’m so fucking aroused that I’m only going to last a few minutes, but that’s all she can take this first time, anyway. I don’t want her so sore that she doesn’t want me to fuck her again later.
She writhes beneath me, arching her chest and lifting her hips off the bed to meet my thrusts. I’m standing, which means my cock is grinding against her G-spot with every pass, right where I know she likes it from my earlier exploration.
I release her lips and bring my mouth to her nipple because, fuck, she likes me to suckle her hard, too. I’m learning so much about my woman, and the most important part is that she likes me to be rough. She also prefers to be restrained.
I wish I could climb into her brain and know what she’s thinking right now. Is she focused on me in the moment? Or is she visualizing something kinkier, like I assume she does when she masturbates?
I’ll ask her because I want to know all her secrets. Every. Single. One. And focusing on this future inquiry is buying me a few more strokes, but even my laundry list of questions isn’t enough to help me hold off any longer. My cock doesn’t care what I’m pondering anymore. It’s waited four years for this ecstasy.
Gritting my teeth, I hold back for three more thrusts before crying out as my cock empties into the condom. It’s only at this moment that I realize Autumn is close, too. I hadn’t expected her to be able to come again so soon after the first two orgasms. Plus, I figured her mind would be clouded from the stretch.
But my girl is bucking her hips and moaning, so I don’t stop. I release one of her hands, bring it down to her pussy, and rub her clit while she fucks me from below.
She probably has no idea she’s gyrating onto my cock, her greedy pussy acting of its own accord. It’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m glad my vision has cleared enough to watch her in such an abandoned state of need.
Her face is tight. She’s straining to reach her peak. But it’s elusive. She can’t quite get there.