My clit throbbed and I could feel the way my nipples were pebbling in my bra, desperate to be touched. Boldly, I grasped my left breast with my hand and squeezed just a little as that final orgasm finally burst over me.
I felt like I was a train hurtling off its tracks and I couldn’t make it stop.
I screamed as my legs trembled again. His fingers got harder, rougher and then I was lost in the black void of pleasure that swirled around me and wouldn’t let go until it destroyed me.
And it did. It obliterated every last waking thought in my mind.
Every muscle in my body seized tight and I rode out that orgasm on his fingers, writhing as I quivered under the intensity of the endless bliss buried deep inside me that only he seemed to be able to let out.
When that orgasm finally faded, I shook against the counter for several moments before he pulled his fingers from my sore pussy and I just lay there, well used and satisfied.
“On your knees, little girl,” he said firmly, but gently enough that I found it somewhere inside myself to obey him. I pushed my palms against the counter and stood up. I reached for the waistband of my jeans, intending to pull them up and cover myself, but he knocked my hands away.
“I want that little pussy bare when you’re on your knees for me, little girl,” he said darkly, and my pussy clenched down hard even though I’d already come five times.
I blushed heavily, a little embarrassed that my jeans and my panties were down around my knees. It felt very naughty, and I chewed my lip anxiously.
He lifted his hand, showing me the glistening wetness that covered his fingers and I gulped.
“Open your mouth. You’re going to clean these off first,” he instructed, and I felt myself flush even more hotly at his words. My face practically felt like it was on fire.
Even though I was reluctant to obey, I opened my lips, and he slid those slickened digits into my mouth, slowly and steadily as if he wanted me to taste every molecule of my arousal. I shuddered as the sweet musky flavor washed over my tongue and I whimpered softly as I closed my mouth around his fingers.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, and a sudden warmth came over me from his praise.
I started to suckle those fingers, carefully swirling my tongue around them as I tried to gather every drop of my own wetness. Soon enough, he grew impatient, and I knew what the reason was.
His cock was hard as iron against my hip.
“Take my hand, little girl. It’s time for you to thank Daddy for your orgasms,” he ordered, and my entire body shuddered hard with desire.
He wanted me to take him in his mouth, but the part that surprised me was that I wanted to do it too.
I took his strong, steady hand in mine. Slowly, I lowered myself down to my knees, suddenly grateful there was a throw rug beneath for me to kneel on.
I’d never taken his cock in my mouth before. It’s not something he wanted when he was just one of my marks. It’s not something I pushed for either.
Blowjobs weren’t sexy for me.
Until now.
Not until Daddy.
He pushed down his pants and freed his cock to my view. My mouth watered and I found myself incapable of words as I imagined my lips opening and the taste of him mixing with my own arousal on my tongue.
I fidgeted a little, finding myself a bit anxious as it occurred to me just how big his cock was. My mouth was small, and he was so massive.
Would he make me take him all the way down my throat?
My toes curled and my core danced with nervous butterflies. Hesitatingly, I lifted my eyes to meet his and he smiled down at me. Carefully, he glided his fingers down my chin and grazed his thumb across my lower lip. Gradually, his touch grew a bit rougher.
“Open your mouth for Daddy, little girl. Show him that you’re his good little girl,” he murmured and without much thought, I did as he asked.
This wasn’t forced. This was something that I wanted to do. He’d made me come very hard several times and I felt myself yearning to return the favor.
I told myself that it was just sex. Two people coming together. That’s all.
I knew that was a lie.
I leaned forward and reached for him, gliding my fingers along the velvet skin of his cock, sliding them up and down as he groaned in appreciation. Carefully, I guided his cock in between my lips, just taking in the head at first before I grew gradually bolder and took even more.
I could count on one hand the number of times I’d taken a cock in my mouth. I wasn’t experienced by any means, yet I still wanted to make sure I pleased him in the end.
I wanted to do a good enough job so that he would enjoy himself and come in my mouth.
I’d never done that before.
But I wanted to swallow for Daddy.
I don’t know why I wanted that. At that moment, I decided that it didn’t much matter.
I pressed my lips around his thick girth and bobbed forward, taking him just a bit deeper than before. I worked the head and the upper portion of his cock with my tongue, slowing down to lick all the way up and down his shaft. I flicked the tip of my tongue along the ridge that surrounded the head of his cock and I was rewarded with a groan that made my pussy clench down hard. I could taste the salty bitterness of his arousal and I found myself wanting more of it.
As more time passed, I could take him deeper into my mouth. I
