Possessive Daddy Next Door

“Perfect,” he growls. “Goddamn, girl, you’re perfect. This is why I can’t leave. I need every inch of your tight, gorgeous body. I can’t leave without what’s mine, and you’re not going anywhere.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Good. Every inch of me.”

He moves up and kisses me. I taste my dripping wet pussy on his lips. I’m wild for him, heart racing, and I reach down to pull off his shirt. I toss it onto the floor and kiss his muscular chest. There are tattoos on his skin, tattoos I didn’t expect. I touch them with my fingertips and he smirks.

“I was undercover,” he says. “Got them with my mafia friends.”

I stare at them. Skulls, guns, daggers. All signs of violence. And scars, real scars. I touch those last.

“Was it hard?” I ask.

He grabs my hand and looks at me. His other hand pulls my hair. “Harder than you’ll ever know,” he says. “And I hope you never have to do anything like that.”

He kisses me again then licks my nipples, sucking them hard. He pushes my legs wider, his fingers finding my pussy. I moan as he rubs my clit and sinks his fingers deep into my soaking wet spot. I groan and reach forward, pushing back against him. I unbuckle his belt and he pulls down his jeans.

I slide off the countertop and onto my knees. He stares down at me as I pull down his boxer briefs. His cock is long and thick, massive in my hand. My fingertips don’t touch as I stroke him up and down before taking him into my mouth.

I moan as I suck his cock. He’s so big, so thick, and I can barely fit him. I gag and keep going. He grabs my hair tight and pushes me down then pulls me back. I gasp and spit rolls from my tongue to his tip. I take him into my mouth again and suck him faster as he teases my breasts with his hand.

“You’re goddamn beautiful,” he purrs. “Look at you with my cock in your mouth. You’ll suck my cock whenever I ask, won’t you? Down on your knees like a dirty girl, taking my big, fat cock between your lips. God, you love it, don’t you?”

I can only moan in response. He grabs my hair then pulls me to my feet and turns me around. He pushes me against the counter and slaps my ass hard before peeling off my panties and throwing them into the pile of our clothes.

I look over my shoulder and he kisses me. I feel his massive cock against my pussy and I’m aching for him, dripping down my inner thigh, so wet and wild and needy. I want him so bad I can barely breathe, and when he presses himself inside, I let out a wild moan.

He sinks himself deep inside of me and grabs my hair tight. He holds it and fills me up to the brim, taking me slow at first, then stroking in and out. I moan and wiggle my hips, feeling him inside, feeling him fill me up to the brim. I look over my shoulder again and he kisses me.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers. “Just like I knew you would, sweet Delia. My dirty fucking girl. Your tight pussy was made for me. Look at how you take me, every single inch.”

“Oh, god, yes,” I moan. “I don’t know how you even fit.”

He strokes into me hard. My breasts shake and pleasure rips through me. I moan his name and throw my head back as he takes me, fucking me faster, fucking me harder. His fingers find my clit and he rubs it softly as he fucks me faster and harder, his cock pumping in and out of my tight pussy.

I can’t help it. I lose myself in him, in his smell, in the way he feels as he takes me. It’s all pleasure, all so good, incredible. I moan his name over and over, begging him to keep going.

And he gives me what I need. It’s fire and pleasure and pain all at once. His hand slaps my ass hard and pulls my hair, dominating me, controlling me. His body is huge compared to mine and I know he can take whatever he wants.

As if I wouldn’t give him everything.

He pulls back and turns me around. He lifts me up onto the counter and I wrap my legs around him as his cock slides back inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck and he supports me as he fucks me harder.

We kiss, his tongue in my mouth, my tongue back in his. He thrusts faster and I feel my breasts bounce with each hard slap of his incredible shaft. I need more, more, and I move my hips along with him, moaning and begging, pleasure filling me and overwhelming me.