I whined, pushing back against him, trying to take him deeper, faster.
He rewarded me with a sharp smack on my ass that made me yelp.
The sting bloomed into heat, spreading straight to my core.
“Be good,” he warned, rubbing the spot he’d just spanked before delivering another light slap.
“Or Daddy will pull out and make you watch while I stroke this cock until I come all over your pretty face instead.”
The threat only made me wetter.
I could imagine it—kneeling in front of him, mouth open, his thick load painting my lips and tongue while he called me his dirty little girl.
But I wanted him inside me more.
Needed it.
“I’ll be good,” I gasped.
“I promise.
Just please… fuck me harder, Daddy.”
He groaned at my words, his control slipping just a little.
His hips snapped forward, the pace picking up until the lounge chair was rocking beneath us.
The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the backyard, loud and obscene.
My breasts swung with every powerful thrust, nipples brushing the cushion and sending sparks through me.
“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough.
“Fuck yourself back on Daddy’s cock.
Show me how much you want it.”
I did.
I pushed back to meet every stroke, my pussy gripping him tight, the stretch and fullness overwhelming in the best way.
His balls slapped against my clit with each thrust, adding another layer of sensation that had me spiraling closer and closer.
He reached around again, this time rubbing my clit with firm, fast circles exactly the way I needed.
“Come for me now, baby girl.
Come all over Daddy’s cock like the good little slut you are for me.”
The permission hit me like a wave.
My orgasm crashed through me so hard my vision whited out.
I cried out his name— “Daddy!” —my walls fluttering and squeezing around his thick length as pleasure ripped through every nerve.
My legs shook violently.
If he hadn’t been holding me up with his strong hands, I would have collapsed.
He didn’t stop thrusting.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he growled.
“Feel how you’re milking me?
Such a greedy little pussy.”
He slowed for a moment, letting me catch my breath, but he stayed buried deep inside me, his cock twitching with his own need.
His hands stroked soothingly over my back, my sides, my ass, like he was calming me down while keeping me right where he wanted me.
When my breathing started to even out, he pulled out almost completely, leaving just the head inside.
I whimpered at the emptiness.
“Turn over,” he ordered softly.
“I want to see your face when I fill you up.”
I obeyed on shaky legs, turning to face him.
The lounge chair was wide enough that I could lie back on it.
He guided me down onto my back, spreading my legs wide and hooking one over his shoulder.
The position opened me completely to him.
He looked down between us, watching as he lined his glistening cock up with my entrance again.
“Look at me, Emma,” he said.
I met his eyes—dark, intense, full of something that looked a lot like possession.
He pushed back in with one smooth thrust, filling me to the hilt once more.
This angle was even deeper.
I gasped, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders.
“That’s better,” he murmured, starting a slow, grinding rhythm.
“I want to watch those pretty eyes while Daddy fucks you.
Want to see how you fall apart for me again.”
He leaned down and kissed me—deep, claiming, his tongue stroking mine in time with his hips.
One hand braced beside my head while the other played with my breast, pinching and tugging my nipple until I moaned into his mouth.
The new angle let his pubic bone grind against my clit with every thrust.
Pleasure started building again almost immediately, my body still sensitive from the first orgasm but greedy for more.
“Daddy… it’s too much,” I whimpered against his lips, even as my hips lifted to meet his.
“It’s never too much,” he replied, nipping at my bottom lip.
“You can take it.
You’re going to come again on Daddy’s cock, and this time I’m coming with you.”
His pace quickened, thrusts turning harder, deeper.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his back.
Sweat mixed with the pool water on our skin, making everything slick and hot.
He reached between us and rubbed my clit again, firm and relentless.
“Come on, baby girl.
Give it to Daddy.
Let me feel you squeeze this cock when you come.”
I shattered again, harder this time if that was possible.
My back arched off the chair, a broken cry tearing from my throat as my pussy pulsed around him.
He groaned loudly, hips stuttering.
“Fuck—Emma—good girl—”
He thrust deep one last time and stilled, his cock swelling inside me as he came.
I felt every hot spurt, filling me up, marking me from the inside.
His forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling as we rode out the waves together.
For a long moment, we stayed like that—connected, panting, his weight a comforting heaviness on top of me.
He kissed me softly, almost tenderly, brushing damp strands of hair from my face.
“You okay, baby girl?” he whispered, voice gentle now that the intensity had passed.
I nodded, a lazy smile spreading across my lips.
I felt boneless, satisfied, and strangely safe in his arms.
“More than okay, Daddy.”
He chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Good.
Because we’re not done yet.
Not by a long shot.”
He carefully pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss, feeling his cum start to leak out of me.
He noticed too.
His eyes darkened again as he watched it drip down my thigh.
“Look at that,” he murmured, scooping some up with his fingers and pushing it back inside me.
“Daddy’s cum belongs in this pussy tonight.
We’re going to make sure it stays there.”
My body tingled with fresh arousal at his words.
Even after two orgasms, I wanted more.
I wanted everything he would give me.
He stood up, tall and powerful, his cock still half-hard and glistening with our combined juices.