Mastering Her Heart (Love, Daddy 2)

“Cum on Daddy’s cock. That’s what I need. For you to cum on me. And you want to give me what I need, don’t you?”

I’m close to my own orgasm but I need her with me. I muster up any control I have left as I move deeper and faster in her tight cunt. My fingers press down onto her clit, moving in a circle, increasing the pressure until her breathing comes fast, her hips following my every movement.

“Owww.” She winces as I thrust as deep as her body will take, my girth tearing at her. “It hurts so bad, Daddy.” Sh

e cries, a single tear coming out of the corner of her eye has me on the razor’s edge.

“Cum with me, princess. God, please, cum on Daddy’s dick right now.”

“Daddy...” Her head presses back into the bed. Her single word has me done.

“I’m going to cum inside you, princess. Daddy’s cumming inside you...”

I slam all of me into her, taking her mouth in mine and swallowing her scream as she cums, flooding me with her orgasm.

I convulse with the most violent orgasm of my life. Both of us are moaning and jerking as my balls empty jet after jet of my release into her unprotected body. The thought of my seed finding root inside my precious girl sends my body into orbit.

My lips share her flavor with her in our kiss. Our bodies shaking in our embrace. Our every breath a fast struggle. I kiss her soft, licking her lips then pulling back to look into her face.

“You feel like heaven.” I whisper, moving my still hard cock in and out through our combined fluids. I need her again. Once was just the beginning.

When she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, it is so beautiful. She is so beautiful.

I work in and out of her slower this time. Then faster and deeper until we are both gasping and clawing at each other. Then, she delivers the death blow.

“It hurts, Daddy, but don’t stop. I like how you hurt me.”

I cum that instant, along with her, and I am sure I see forever in her eyes.

C H A P T E R N I N E

WILLOW

Pike finally passed out with his cock still hard inside of me. I lost count of how many times he took me in the hours after dinner, before I had to leave or face the wrath of Lucielle. From the moment he took me to the bedroom, if his cock wasn’t inside me, his mouth was on me or his fingers were playing me like a Stradivarius.

Holy orgasms, Batman.

I could write a year’s worth of articles for Cosmo about how the multiple orgasm is alive and well, thank you very much.

Pike wasn’t that far behind me. In my limited amount of knowledge I’d gathered over the years from friends, co-workers and the internet, it’s rare for a man to have more than one or two climaxes in a session. Well, let’s just say, Pike is highly unusual.

Highly, highly unusual.

In fact, his cock was hard the entire time. Cum was streaming down the insides of my thighs. I begged and he came in my mouth; only once, but God it was heaven. It felt amazing doing that for him. Knowing I gave him that pleasure.

He’d already been awake over twenty-four hours, so by 1 AM he was dead to the world and I wiggled out from under him. It felt strange not having him inside me though, I will admit. In that short amount of time, he’s become part of me in so many ways. I waited until his breathing became steady again, then I slipped out of the softness of the bed and tiptoed over the glossy wood floor of his top floor apartment.

It may seem dumb. A girl like me, so focused on this job that doesn’t even pay me enough to get a decent apartment, but it’s a stepping stone. And it’s mine. All mine. Something I made for myself. Not something my mother deigned to grant me.

I texted Lucielle when I dropped off the shoes to the photo shoot. I swear that woman must be an android because she doesn’t sleep. Never. Whenever I text her, all hours of the day and night, she replies. Like she did just now.

Lucielle: It’s about time.

I roll my eyes and wait for her to send something else. Some other mundane duty to fulfill. But after five minutes my cell phone is silent and I let out a deep breath.

It’s not my job that is weighing on me, though. It’s Pike.

It’s this thing we have. Whatever this thing is. I shake my head and look up and down the street, my arm ready to hail a cab. I’m wearing just my favorite pink T-shirt and the loose denim skirt, and it’s gotten chilly tonight. My nipples are twinging and reminding me of the way Pike used his teeth on me just a few hours ago. The other twinge, the one between my legs, is reminding me of the way it felt when he entered me the first time. The pain, yes, but also the connection. The two were intertwined, inseparable.