Intense

The car stops, his fingers slide out of me. My thighs sticky, soaked in my juices a lot like the seat below me. He licks his fingers, slowly one by one, exaggerating the deliciousness of my taste. He smiles. 

My nakedness pleasing him in the glow of this mornings dawn. He gets out, comes around to let me out. The chill freezes through me shivering up my spine. He pulls me out of the car to face a tiny home along the coast, secluded in every direction. 

“Welcome to our weekend home babygirl.” 

I stare at him in disbelief. There’s no need for this. I like our home, I like the commotion of life that filters outside on the street below. This house is tucked away amongst the redwoods and California topography. There’s no one else around. 

He takes my hands, still bound and walks me into the foyer after unlocking the massive door knob. Deadbolting the lock behind me, he flips on the lights. The home clean, oddly reminiscent of our main home. However before I can even fully see, my back is being slammed up against the door. His mouth is hot on mine. Tasting the awe of my mouth. I try to push him, the force hitting my back harder than normal. His strength however unmatched to mine. 

“Hours, hours, I have driven here. I have purchased this home and had it decorated it for you my sweet girl. I have dreamt about this for so long. This is how we will spend out weekends my love. Exchanging the power of our lust till we can no longer stand. Oh my beautiful girl I need to fuck you, fuck you till our love pours from your lips once again.”

I have no words. My eyes absorb his face. The question he is asking of me, sincere in desire and, I nod. He lowers himself to his knees, lifting my thigh over his shoulder, drinking me in. I cum again. The passion in which he is tasting me has me crumbling. I hold his hair to balance myself. 

He stands again. A giant of a man, my height perfect for undressing him. I do so, wanting to show him my gratitude for all he has done. My knees hit the floor, kissing his foot as I remove his shoes, socks and pants. I crawl up and kiss his cock. The drops of him hanging for my enjoyment. There is no greater taste than him. My hands still bound, my fingers aching to touch more of him. He grabs the binding, stretching me up to a standing, drags me to a room I cannot see. He walks us, the darkness consuming my senses, and lays me down on cool sheets. My hands get pulled above my head, hooked onto something, my breathing intensifies. 

“Trust babygirl. Trust me to show you, to enjoy you, to fuck you like I need.”

“Yes Daddy.”

He climbs on the bed, his tip hangs right at the entry of my lips. He teases them before gliding in the warmth of my mouth. Slowly gagging me with his length. Slowly dipping his cock in my throat till I’m kissing his base. Picking up the pace till I can feel my throat closing with saliva. I spit as he gives me room to breathe, and then quickly open as he rejoices in using my throat. 

“Good girl. I bet you’re soaking now.”

He’s right. The desperation of my cunt is intense. He moves down, slapping my wetness all over my holes. I spread my thighs hoping to feel him fuck me. Instead he slaps me, enjoying the mess I have made. His cock fills my ass without warning and I scream. I scream from the shock. He only fucks me harder. Faster. I’m sure I will die from the pain, yet I am fucking cumming from the pure rush of it all. I hear him screaming yes, over my no. I hear him panting with each thrust. 

He shoves two fingers in my cunt. It spasms as I cum for him. The sweetness of touch now replaced with an intensity to absorb all of me. 

He flips me over. My hands still bound above my head. Licks the release he has earned from fucking me beautifully. He tastes me like a starved man and I cum. Spreading my cheeks he spits in my ass before grabbing the the headboard and thrusting his cock fully in me. I shake, I quiver, I cum. He asks me to cum again, he tells me to be good and cum again. Cum so that he can fill me at the same time. I am barely audible, and he cannot see my reaction, I say a single word. He grunts in approval, spanks my ass to heighten my release. 

I fear not beingable to, I fear disappointing if he is that close. My hair gets pulled with one hand as he rides my ass with ferociousness.

“When I say babygirl. Ready. Make Daddy cum. I am ready baby, I am going to fill your ass my sweet girl. Cum now, cum for me, that’s it squeeze me tighter baby.”

A Noooo, loud and fearful pours from my mouth. My mind not registering what my body was already doing. The quickness and intensity of his cum filling me forcing me into my last orgasm. No, again I say, no, I cry, no, I quiver out. 

He unbinds my hands, wraps me up next to him. We curl into a ball as my body shakes.. 

“Good girl. Thank you my beautiful girl. Shhh I love you. You made Daddy happy.”

No is the only word that seems to function out of my mouth. But I drift in his arms. Safe, warm, loved.