“Holly,” I whisper against her skin as I leave little kisses down her thighs. “How’re you feeling?” I move up her body and lie on my side next to her, pulling her back to my front and spooning her tired body. “Are you sore?” I kiss her shoulder, and she sighs back against me.
“A bit.” She moves her leg back and over my thigh, causing my dick to slip between her. “But not so sore that I don’t want you inside of me.” She kisses my forearm that’s wrapped around her and begins to move her hips so that my cock slides through her slit. I groan as it sends waves of pleasure down my spine.
“Are you sure, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He pushes oh so fucking slowly inside of me, and from this angle, the head of his cock swipes against my G-spot. His hand moves across the front of my stomach and then presses below my belly button as he moves inside of me.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” I tell him. The pressure from his hand helps stimulate my G-spot from the outside, and I feel myself flush with a tingly heat that goes all the way to my toes.
“You’re so wet, Holly,” he groans into my neck as he bites down. The pain is a sharp contrast to the waves of pleasure he sends through me, and it makes my pussy clench around him. “God damn, baby.”
He kisses the sore spot before pulling free of me and rolling me onto my back. He crawls on top of me, settling between my thighs as he pulls me down the bed closer to him. I watch as he lines himself up with my entrance and teases me, pushing each inch inside painfully slow.
I try to move my hips to get him fully inside of me more quickly, but each time he just smiles and pulls away. I groan and wrap my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his ass and pulling him to me. He falls forward as I push him all the way inside of me.
He catches himself with one arm bent next to my head while the other hand quickly wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides until I can’t breathe. I smile up at him, and his dimples pop with his smirk.
“Naughty girl,” he says as he begins to fuck me with punishing thrusts. I feel my eyes roll back in my head with pleasure before he lifts his hand from my throat. I gasp down as much air as I can while his hips continue to crash into me, causing my entire body to bounce against the bed with each drive.
“Trying to take control, Holly?” he asks me as his hand covers my mouth and nose, his fingertips digging into my cheeks as he once again cuts off my air supply. I feel myself become impossibly wetter at his dominance. He knows I love it when he’s rough.
“That’s not going to happen, baby girl,” he tells me. “You’re mine. I fuck you when I want, let you come when I want, and let you breathe when I want.”
His hand leaves my face, and I suck down more air, coughing with the effort.
“That’s it, princess,” he says as he picks up his pace, fucking me into the mattress with reckless abandon. “Squeeze my cock. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and wet.” He groans as his hand covers my mouth and nose again, cutting off my air supply.
Tears spill over my cheeks from my coughing fit and gather around his fingers that are cutting into my skin. We make eye contact, and he looks at me with so much need I feel my skin light on fire under his gaze.
“Come for me,” he begs me. “Come with me. Come all over your Daddy’s cock, baby girl.”
My body explodes with pleasure, and as my eyes begin to roll back in my head, he releases my mouth and shouts through his own release, stilling as he spills inside of me. I feel him fill me up, and I twitch around him at the sensation, trying to milk him of all he’s worth.
He collapses on top of me, his sweaty body encasing my own. I take deep breaths as stars flash in and out of my vision from the orgasm and the breath play. I laugh and wrap my arms around him, dancing my fingertips over his back, making him groan.
“Was I too rough?” he asks against my throat.
“No,” I tell him honestly. “You know I love it when you completely take over like that. And the breath play honestly heightens everything.” I twitch around him in the aftershocks of my orgasm, and he moans again.
He rolls over as he slips free of me, and I can’t help but laugh at how winded he is. I roll onto my side and fit into the crook of his arm, laying my head on his chest. I trace the faded outlines of his tattoos.
“It’s cruel to laugh at an old man while he struggles to breathe.”
“You aren’t old,” I say, laughing even harder. I feel him leak out between my thighs, and I roll over and jump off the bed, trying to squeeze my legs together as I make my way to the bathroom. “We’re going to need to change the sheets at this point!” I call out to him. I hear him chuckle, and I can just imagine him rolling his eyes at me.