My eyes open, readjust to the room, my body warm with him curled around me. My wrists tender yet movable. There’s a sheet draped over us, he must have done that after I fell asleep. My body, my ass specifically feels sore, there’s pain. He was rough earlier. But I came incredibly hard. Fearful to wake him, yet desperate to search the rest of our weekend home, I roll out of bed. The room still dark but I can see enough.
My hand reaches the door knob as I tip toe out of the room.
“Come back here babygirl.” I sigh at the sound of his voice, and walk back over.
“Come here, come to me, I woke earlier wanting you again, but you my angel were so peacefully asleep. I allowed you a few more minutes. Now the afternoon has come.”
“Thank you Daddy. I was tired. I came a lot.”
“Yes beautiful, and now love you will come some more.”
He can’t be serious, I’m starving. I need hydration and food. But I know nothing of this house. Nothing at all, and his voice is so tender I am melting. Crawling back to his embrace, I lay down in his arms.
He kisses my mouth, my lips with such delicate affection I feel like I am crumbling. His fingers rub my clit, trailing my cum over my folds. His thumb teases my ass and I jump at the touch. He understands and soothes me.
“Trust babygirl.”
I whimper. Not knowing what he will do to me but trusting he knows. He kisses my chest, my tummy, he kisses the trail down to my pussy, lifting my legs and turning me over. My stomach hurts from hunger but I forget the pain as his tongue licks my holes. The feeling rejuvenating my desire and filling me with love. He’s fixing the hurt. I moan. I whimper. I giggle. He spanks me, I giggle more.
He slips a finger in my ass, I don’t know whether to scream or beg for more. He spits lubricating my opening, I’m so turned on. I feel his tip entering the wetness of my folds, I feel him as he moves his cock up and down circling my entrance. When his base reaches the tilt of my groin, he spanks me again.
He rides my cunt, fully fucking me, telling me how good I make him feel, how bad I’ve been, how I am his to do with. My hands claw at the headboard trying to gain bearing. He only fucks me faster.
He pulls out, before I have even had an orgasm and drags my head to the edge of the bed, laying it over the edge as he grabs my throat.
“Breakfast time babygirl. Time for you to be thankful. Open. You will not cum for now.”
Unsure of what happened to the earlier softness I open my mouth as he asked. He fills my throat, my jaw screaming in pain. One hand holds my neck, the other plays with my cunt and ass.
“You think leaving Daddy in bed without saying good morning is okay. No babygirl, I expect gratitude.”
My mind comprehending now. My mouth unable to speak. His hand bringing me to the edge, and my gut knowing I have to hold in my release. I gag, the saliva too much to bear, my mind reeling from being choked, I feel lightheaded. I grab his thigh, pushing my nails in deep.
A final thrust, and I can feel his head twitching his seed into my stomach. His moan loud. His body shaking out the last drop as I swallow him completely.
He leans down, lifts my head, pulls me into his lap, rocks me gently. Thinking me once again.
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