My Favorite Daddy (Dark Daddies 6)

He grabs my hips and strokes into me. I groan, feeling the pleasure rolling down my skin, mingling with the pain. It’s intense and better than I ever expected it would be. I’m groaning, rolling my hips, pushing back against him. I need him to fill me up, to fuck me, to treat me like the dirty girl I know I am.

He spanks my ass and pulls my hair. His cock moves faster, thrusting into me, and I love the feeling of him slapping against my thick ass. I groan and put my back into it, rolling my hips, riding him up and down.

It’s hard work, taking his cock, but it feels so fucking good. I’m moaning the whole time, panting, out of breath, tense and overwhelmed with pleasure. He fucks me rough, holding my hair tight, controlling me, keeping me sliding up and down on his big dick.

He groans and pulls out, slapping my ass rough.

“You feel so fucking good, I could cum inside you right this instant,” he says and leans over me. “But what would be fun about that?”

I groan as he grabs my hips and pulls me over to him. He gets on his back and makes me straddle him. I’ve never been on top before and I’m a little uncomfortable at first, but he guides me with his hands firmly on my hips.

“Like this,” he says, bringing me down and back up. “Like you’re dancing. There’s a reason they say it’s like fucking. Move your ass up and down like that. Fuck, yeah, like that.”

He keeps his hands on my hips, still guiding me, but I’m doing more of the work. I kiss him, pressing myself against his body, his muscular and beautiful body. I keep riding him, letting his big cock fill me up to the brim. I’m groaning loudly and I don’t know when I started. I’m practically moaning like a slut, and I think I love it.

He slaps my ass and sits up, holding me against him. I ride him faster, hips working forward and back, his cock deep inside my pussy. Pleasure rolls through me in waves, intense and almost too much to bear. But I keep moving, sweating now, moaning in his ear.

“Fuck, Daddy,” I whisper.

“That’s right,” he grunts back. “You keep riding that big dick.”

He spanks my ass again and I know it’ll be red with his handprints, which only makes me moan more. His hands are on my breasts, in my hair, on my hips. He can’t get enough of my body and I can’t get enough of riding him.

He suddenly grabs my hips and rolls me over onto my back. He spreads my legs, eyes ablaze, and plunges himself deep inside of me again. I gasp, leaning forward, elbows pressing my breasts together as my fingers dig into his shredded abs.

“Oh, god,” I groan. “Just like that. Can you make me come? Please, Daddy?”

“Keep begging,” he says, fucking me faster now. “Keep fucking begging, little Aria.”

“Please, Daddy,” I moan. “Please, please, please. Make me come, Daddy.”

He fucks me faster, rough now, rougher than he’s ever fucked me before. I can’t believe how good it feels, the pleasure and the pain becoming one thing now. I can barely feel where I begin and he ends and I don’t think I care. All I keep thinking about is his cock between my legs, the feeling building inside of me, and how badly I need him to keep going.

He thrusts harder, pumping into my tight pussy. I feel his thumb on my clit and that’s all I need, that’s the little nudge I’ve been waiting for.

The orgasm rips through me. He keeps rubbing my clit and fucking me, mercilessly thrusting into my pussy, driving me absolutely wild. I grab at the sheets as my back arches and every muscle tenses, running up and down my spine in wild waves of pure joy.

All the while he fucks me through it, never stopping, never holding back. I groan and as I finish, I feel him lean forward and kiss my lips hard.

He comes as he kisses me. He spurts deep inside my pussy and I roll my hips, taking every single drop inside of me. I’m sweating, full of his cum, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my life.

We lie there, side by side, tangled in the sheets and each other. I don’t know how long we stay like this, but it feels like hours, and I never want to move.

But there’s still something nagging at me. It’s in the back of my mind, but it’s getting stronger. I know I need to speak up, or else this might all get ruined. Heck, it’ll probably get ruined anyway.

“I know who did this,” I whisper finally.

He doesn’t look surprised. “I thought you might.”