The hand that had grazed my lower lip slowly worked its way into the hair at the back of my head. His fingers dug into my scalp and I moaned around his cock, enjoying the massage. Then he grasped the hair at the base of my scalp and fisted it hard enough to cause of flash of hot agony to blossom across the back of my head. I gasped with shock and he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, taking advantage of my momentary loss of control. He had allowed me that temporary moment of mercy before he decided that I’d had enough.
I gagged as his length pressed further into my mouth than I was prepared for. He pushed a little deeper and just held it there for a few long seconds as I rushed to gather myself.
He forced his cock in and out of my mouth, gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts the longer he used it. I whimpered around his length. His movements became more vigorous, and my cheeks started to hurt as I tried to suckle him. My lips and tongue soon grew sore too, but he showed no signs of slowing down.
I had always thought that a blowjob was more in the woman’s hands rather than the man’s. Daddy was showing me how wrong that line of thinking was. He was showing me just how much I wasn’t in control right now with every last inch of his cock.
I cried around him, looking up at him in open desperation, but he only thrust harder.
“Daddy wants to see you thank him with enthusiasm, little girl, or he’s going to paddle your bare bottom and then make you try again,” he warned.
I shuddered hard and squeezed my fingers around my knees. My pussy was wet and so were my thighs. Why did it turn me on to be used like this?
“Put your fingers on that needy little clit. I want to hear you come with my cock inside this pretty little mouth,” he murmured, and I keened around his length. The sound of my cry was strangled and shamefully muted, forcing a blush to my cheeks that I had no hope of stopping and even less hope of hiding.
Tentatively, I reached between my thighs. When my fingertips slid across the rampant arousal I found there, I shivered with an almost horrified realization of what was really happening.
He was using me roughly, as if I was his own personal sex toy and that was turning me on in a way that was far stronger than I could have ever anticipated. I whimpered as I circled my clit, terrified that I could feel another orgasm brewing just beyond reach.
He’d made me come so many times in such a short time span, and still, I knew that I could come again.
I suckled him harder, bobbing my head back and forth. His fingers tightened and he thrust into me even more firmly.
“Daddy is enjoying himself, little girl. He wants to make sure that he leaves this pretty throat sore too,” he murmured, and he set to using my mouth at a furious pace. I did my best to keep up and open myself as much as possible, but it hurt, and I hadn’t had any training for something like this. My body fought back on occasion, forcing me to gag around his length. He groaned every time, likely enjoying the way my throat spasmed around his cock.
My own fingers worked between my thighs. I stroked myself in small circles, gradually increasing the pressure until I was on the cusp of release once more. My legs quivered just the slightest bit and he thrust deep into my throat at the same time.
His fingers gripped at my scalp even more tightly and his thrusts quickened at first, then became more erratic the more I suckled at him. My throat and mouth were sore, but that no longer mattered.
Now we both just needed to come.
I moaned around his thick length, hardly even aware of the fact that my eyes were watering, and a number of tears had escaped to roll down my cheeks. He looked down at me and growled, the sound low and deep in his throat and that was enough to throw me over the edge into a hard orgasm that shattered me.
My entire body tensed with all-consuming pleasure and he groaned one last time right before I could feel his cock pulsing against my tongue. At once, his seed spurted into the back of my throat and for one achingly long second, I gagged and tried not to cough it back up. His fingers tightened and then with everything in me, I began to swallow.
His cum pelted the roof of my mouth again and again until he pushed all the way inside me and breached the back of my throat. He held me there and I struggled against him, drawing in air through my nose as I swallowed everything that he gave me. When his orgasm ended, his fingers loosened on the back of my head and he slowly allowed me to pull back and suck in a shaky breath. My body started to tremble, the effects of this unexpected interlude finally collapsing down on me.
Dean tucked his cock back into his pants and quickly knelt down and gathered me in his arms. He said nothing about the way my jeans and panties were tangled around my ankles, simply carrying me toward the couch in the living room. He sat down and placed me in his lap, curling his arms protectively around me as my limbs continued to shake.
“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he whispered.
He’d just fucked my throat hard enough to leave it feeling sore and well used, but now he was holding me like a treasure in his arms
