CHAPTER SEVEN

Mary Caitlyn

I take him in my mouth, and he sighs as my tongue slides over and around his shaft. I suck hard so it makes a popping noise when I lift my mouth off. He cries out and I laugh and say, “Who’s in control now?”

“If you’d like to believe you’re in control, you can,” he says.

I feel a rush of anger but with that rush comes a very different rush that causes my clit to throb as though I’m already cumming. I want nothing more than to stand up and leave him unsatisfied while he watches me walk away.

More than anything except how much I want to make him cum in my throat and let him lick me and fuck me and touch me however and wherever he wants. I take him in my mouth again and push deep until my lips touch the base of his shaft, then I suck him up to the tip of his head, twisting my head and massaging with my tongue while he gasps and stiffens and moans.

I begin to moan myself and though I do it in part because I know it will make the sensations better for him, the primary reason is that although I am infuriated, I am also turned on beyond belief. How the hell can I feel this good when I’m completely focused on him.

After a few minutes, he cries out and his cock begins to throb rapidly and powerfully in my mouth. Without thinking consciously, I push my mouth down his cock until he is deep in my throat, then bob slightly back and forth while sliding my tongue up and down his shaft. He cries out again and his orgasm strengthens so I can feel his head twitching in my throat. I keep sucking until he stops throbbing, then I slurp my way back off of him.

He looks at me with shock and I grin wickedly. “Too much for you?” I ask innocently.

“Good girl,” he says, and the phrase causes my clit to spasm again. “Now stand up.”

I oblige and he says, “Sit on the desk and open your legs for me. I’m going to eat your pussy now.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” I ask impudently. By now, I realize there’s no getting out of how much I want to fuck him but that doesn’t mean I have to make it easy for him.

Once more, he responds with that infuriating casual confidence. “You do.”

“Oh really? How are you so sure?”

“You’re going to tell me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he growls and the aggression in his voice causes me to shiver again. “Get on the desk, open your legs and tell me what you want.”

I imagine myself finally letting him have it and shouting at him until he cows and agrees that I’m not just some bimbo who’s going to do whatever he tells me to do in bed.

What I do is sit on the desk, open my legs and say, “I want you to eat my pussy, Daddy.”

“Ask nicely, little girl,” he says.

I glare at him and he smiles that damned cocky smile and waits for me.

Goddammit.

“Please eat my pussy, Daddy. I want to cum on your mouth.”

“Very well, little girl,” he says.

He kneels in front of me and the moment his lips touch my pussy I gasp and cry out. My legs shake and I grip my knees with my hands to steady myself while one of his hands supports me and the other hand moves in slow circles around my stomach, causing it to stiffen and squeeze while his lips and tongue send sparks reverberating through my body.

“Oh God, Daddy!” I cry.

I can no longer pretend to be upset with him. I mean, I am upset but that emotion pales in comparison to the wonderful things he does to me. His lips and tongue move expertly through my folds and the way his tongue flicks around my clit sends fireworks through my body that causes my legs to shake and my stomach to squeeze. My nipples are rock hard and when his hand grips first one breast, then the other, pinching the nipple slightly each time, I cry out.

He slides a finger inside me and as soon as I feel it slide over my g-spot, I cum, screaming and shaking and spasming as my clit throbs like a bass drum, sending pleasure reverberating through me in powerful waves.

He pulls away and stands up suddenly and I cry out, “Oh, Daddy, please fuck me! Please!”

“Yeah,” he says, “You want me to fuck you?”

“Fucking God, yes!” I cry in frustration. “Just do it already!”

“That’s not asking nicely,” he says, and damn his infuriating smile!

“Daddy, please,” I whine. “I want you to make me cum with your cock. I want to feel you empty inside me. Please.”

“As you wish, princess,” he says.

He thrusts into me with no warning and just like the night before, I instantly reach an orgasm so powerful it’s almost frightening. “Oh my God!” I whisper as my body trembles around him.

He grips my hair from the back of my head and yanks it so I stare straight into his eyes as he pounds me. “Tell me what you feel,” he growls.

“I feel so good,” I say. “You fuck!”

He yanks me again and I cry out as the sensations intensify. “That’s not how you talk to your Daddy. Tell me what you feel.”

“Oh God,” I moan as my orgasm peaks again. “I feel like every nerve in my body is cumming at the same time. It’s like I’m being massaged and—Oh, Jesus, Daddy—like my clit and pussy are shooting waves of pleasure through me like—Oh, shit!—like fireworks or an avalanche or—fuck, it feels like my entire body is fucking cumming!”

“Good girl,” he says. “Now look at me. I want to see your eyes when I fill your pussy.”

I look at him and try to make a defiant expression but my orgasm crests again and I can only cry out and watch his face strain, then tense, then release as his cock begins to fill my pussy. I lock eyes with him and grind my hips, watching as he gasps and grunts and moans with the force of his orgasm.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “Fill me.”

When he is finally finished, I try to pull myself off of him but he stops me. “I’ll leave your pussy when I want to,” he says.

I stare up at him, legs open, pussy still throbbing around his emptied cock. “You are the most infuriating man on Earth!” I cry.

“And you’re still going to fuck me every day,” he says.

I sigh. “Yes,” I say. “I’m still going to fuck you.”

“Good,” he says. He sighs and settles against me, his cock still buried in my shivering pussy.

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