Daphne Vs. Daddy

I feel my pussy fluttering around him. The sensation of him fucking me slow instead of our usual breakneck speed takes my breath away. It is every bit as intense. If anything it is more intense because I have the tant

alizing knowledge that his massive cock is going to fill me up so good and I have time to be able to anticipate it. I'm a vessel for er every bit of pleasure he extracts from my body. I squeeze him with my inner walls. Capture him and pull him in deeper with every stroke.

We're breathing in time with each other and we're two souls as one. Wound together, inexplicably absent from everything but the rising tides between us that crash from two waves to one. Pleasure rolls through my body and I'm on the edge of everything. Aching and hopeful for everything. But I'm not insistent or begging. I'm content and thrilled, maxed out on pleasure. This is what absolute joy feels like. I have absolutely everything I've ever wanted. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight to me. I lean back on the wall and rock my legs up to pull him against me and hold him in tight with my legs. I know he's not going anywhere but my whole body has been overtaken by the singular urge to capture him, take him in and hold him close as I can. I'm enraptured by him and I obsessively need him. I'm floating through my mind and thinking nothing but thoughts of the scent of his skin, the feel of his chest pressed against me.

"I'm going to come again," Stone moans into my mouth. The taste of his words drown me and I need him. I wrap my legs around him and grind my hips against him, pulling him tight against me, keeping him in with hips and taking every last drop of his cum. The hot load inside me fills me up with his warm juices. I feel his cum roll down my thighs and mix with my own sticky arousal.

"You made a beautiful mess of me," say, my legs shaking around him as he holds me against him.

"You're always beautiful," Stone says, kissing my cheek.

"You're always cheesy but I love it," I say, kissing right next to his lips.

"I love you," Stone says, kissing my lips again.

He is damn cheesy, but he's good at it. Like, is it even cheesy if I love it? Or is it just good shit? Stone is that good, good shit. I can't believe everything that we've been through. I can't believe that I'm the girl who fucked a guitar god and his rock hard famous rock cock in a club bathroom. Who wrote a story about the crazy way he took pills to beat his addiction, when his withdrawal from me helped him to kick both. He's cured me of my intolerance for my own happiness. Stone leaves me uninhibited with utter confidence like no one else and nothing else can. Like I'm a strong independent but I would be lost without him. He's not just a god on guitar, he's the master of my every desire and the needs of my soul.

"If you're done, I totally understand," Stone says, licking my neck and then looking into my eyes. "But I missed you too damn much. I'm not ready to leave your pussy just let if you'll have me," Stone says with puppy dog eyes.

I can't help but laugh, but I'm already pulling his ass towards me and driving his cock back into me.

"I will never get enough of you, Stone. I paid all that I could for this elevator, so I say we make sure that I get my money's worth. Fuck me hard enough I loop back to not feeling like a limp noodle. I want your cock but I don't think I can hold my legs up without leaning against here," I tell Stone, laughing at how weak my legs are.

"You don't need your legs," Stone laughs. He grabs them both and presses them up high. "Your legs might be tired, but your pussy isn't too tired for me." He drives deeper into me and I'm shaking against him like tissue paper in front of a fan. If he wasn't holding me up I would melt into a pile on the floor of this elevator. My eyes are rolling back in my head. I bite my lips, hard.

Stone isn't having any of that though and his mouth crashes over mine, his lips claiming my own from my teeth. I let out a large moan into his mouth. The angle his fucking my pussy at right now is pure heaven and his abdomen is teasing my clit just right. I shake hard around him. I already know that I'm going to be sore tomorrow after the orgasm that's building up in me.

Well, the thing about Stone? He fucks me more than silly. He fucks me into a state of abandon where my singular goal is to just keep fucking him. Waves of pleasure short circuit every other part of my mine until only desire functions within me. My veins are pumping adrenaline through my body and I'm grinding against him. I squeeze up his cock with my pussy and whimper against his mouth. When I break the kiss and gasp for air, I struggle to get out the words that are going to bring the last semblance of energy within me to to a screeching halt.

"Well," I manage to get out, panting deep.

Stone takes this as a personal challenge and he fucks me faster. "Trying to say something, Gisele? I can't hear you." He slams harder and harder into me and I'm crying out with pleasure overtaking me.

"If my legs don't work," I say super fast but then he fucks even harder into me.

"How's my driving?" Stone jokes now with a fake announcer voice.

I ball up my fists and smack them against his chest. I'm getting frustrated because he's making me laugh.

"Call 555-1234 and let me know how I'm doing. But not while driving," Stone continues his joke.

Oh he's real proud of himself. I moan really hard and I almost forget what I was going to say in the first place. I don't know how yet but I am going to get him back.

Well, not tonight.

Tonight I'm trying to get those words out anyway and then get what I'm craving.

"If my legs don't work anyway," I manage. "Then you should probably fuck my ass so hard I can't walk tomorrow. I mean, my legs quit and they earned it." I finish my words and start panting hard.

Stone's eyebrows raise. "Well maybe I need to joke less," he says with a laugh. He pulls that huge cock out of my pussy and rams it straight up my ass. That man doesn't need to be told something twice! I mean, I am ready for it but I still totally scream out for him and make a yelping sound as my legs shake even harder. My eyes cross and my brain turns turns to mush. A string of expletives tear their way out of my mouth.

"Excellent thinking, Gisele. I love fucking this tight ass so good. You feel un-fucking believable on my dick babe. I love how you ride me. I will fuck you hard enough to keep you from walking for this, and I get to carry you around. I mean. The two times I let you leave the bed tomorrow." Stone's voice is utterly serious and so is his face. God, he means it.

"Okay," I pant. Oh god his dick is so far up my ass I can feel it in my throat and I can barely focus on the question I'm trying to ask because of how amazing he feels fucking me. "What are these two places I'm allowed to go to tomorrow, other than that the bed?" I am downright curious about this captivity he has in mind. After everything, I wouldn't mind spending most of the day in bed. Particularly with Stone. I mean, how I'll summon the energy to fuck Stone again like I know I'll ache to, I don't know. Sounds like a problem for future Gisele, and I'm sure she's got this no problem.

"You're allowed to be in the bed, as previously stated." Stone kisses me. "You may go to the bathroom." He kisses me again. "And we'll eat at the table, I mean we don't need a mess in the bed like we're some kind of savages. We have to sleep and fuck there." Stone laughs.

"You think I'll be up for fucking again tomorrow?" I say and I'm joking. Mostly. "I said my legs don't work and you're making sure that I can't walk!" I yelp out in mock outrage.