The slow pace he keeps between my legs is torturous, and every nerve in my body is on fire from it. I raise my hips off of the pillows with each thrust, forcing him as deep as he can go. With each drive inside of me, a spark of both pleasure and pain mixes together, pushing me violently toward the edge of my orgasm.
“I need you to come,” he tells me as he grabs my breast, bringing a nipple to his mouth and sucking. I throw my head back at the added sensation and run my hands through his hair.
“Hey,” he says, his hand suddenly gripping my jaw and bringing my gaze to his. “These eyes stay on me while I’m inside of you.”
He thrusts harder, his hips smacking into mine.
“Every reaction is mine,” he says, driving into me harder than before. The pain crashes through me, making my pussy throb around him with pleasure.
“Every noise you make is mine.”
Another thrust.
“Every single orgasm I rip from your body,” he growls with another push inside of me. His eyes are glued to mine, heated with his pupils blown wide with need. My breathing picks up as the beginning of an orgasm begins to roll through me.
“Every single orgasm is mine.” His hand moves from my jaw to my throat, squeezing the sides. “Give it to me,” he commands. “Come.”
I don’t break eye contact as I come, giving him exactly what he wants.
“Just like that,” he says, hitting the same spot over and over again as I come. “Look at you. So pretty.” His voice is full of awe as he looks at me. His hand moves to my hair, wrapping it in his fist and pulling it taut.
He kisses my mouth, and then his lips are everywhere, my cheeks, my jaw, my throat. His pace picks up as he chases his own pleasure. My hands are all over him, running across his chest and down his back. I move them back to his face as he kisses me again, our tongues invading each other’s mouths.
“Are you going to take my come like the good little girl I know you are, Holly?” His voice is a strained growl and makes goose bumps break out across my skin. One of his hands goes between us to tease my clit, circling it with the lightest touch.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe against his mouth.
Suddenly he switches positions, sitting back on his heels and pulling me with him so that he can watch as our bodies move together. Both of his hands knead my thighs as he continues to pump into me. One of his thumbs finds my clit, making me sigh in relief as tingles begin to spread through my body all over again.
“I want one more from you, Holly,” he tells me as his abs ripple and dance with his thrusts. “I know you can give me one more, baby girl. Come with me.”
I let my hands reach up and trail down his stomach. He grabs my arms and lifts me forward so that I’m sitting on him. Each time my hips roll, my clit grinds down on him and makes me moan into his mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells me in between kisses. “You’re perfect.”
“Fuck, Daddy,” I whimper, feeling his praise sinking into my bones.
“Everything about you,” he murmurs against any skin he can find. “Everything is so fucking perfect for me.”
“I’m going to come,” I tell him, digging my nails into the back of his neck as I ride him and take what I need. His hands move to my hips, helping me move up and down on him. His muscles bulge and flex, and I’m lost. One hand goes to his hair, and I pull it hard, forcing his eyes to mine, just like he did with me.
“Come with me, Daddy,” I beg him.
His hazel eyes take me in, and then he attacks my mouth, holding my body close as my orgasm triggers his. I grip and squeeze him, and I feel him spill into me with a groan. His cock twitches inside of me, and my body almost goes limp, boneless and sated from what he gave me.
I’ve never had sex like this in my life.
“Me either,” he says, and I realize I must’ve said it out loud.
Our foreheads touch, and we stare at each other. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but suddenly I feel awkward, like I should climb off him and let him get some sleep. Is that what happens with one-night stands? Does the girl leave?
I blush thinking about all the things we said to each other, all the things we did together, and most of all, how many times I called this man Daddy in the last hour. I can feel myself turning bright red, and he watches it with a smirk.
“Why don’t we take a shower?” he asks me, running his hands through my sweaty hair. I really could use a shower. I’m covered in sweat, my makeup is a mess from crying and fucking, and I’ll have his cum dripping from between my legs very shortly.