He growls, "come to bed, my juicy girl," throwing back the blanket and exposing the spot of his bed that he carved out for me. I sigh and hop over my bed to the space he's requested, rolling so my ass is pressed against his semi-hard cock straining against his boxers. He wraps his arm around me and starts kissing and grabbing onto me and suddenly, I am bored. So bored out of my mind with how vanilla our sex life has become. He's caressing and kissing and licking and I am waiting for it to be done.
He squeezes a little too hard and I take a quick breath in at the pain #notamasochist. He says, "That's my good girl. Being so quiet while you are taking Daddy's abuse" and boom, just like that, I slip into another dimension and my pussy is vibrating at the sound of his words. Now, I am actively trying to be quiet as he pinches my nipples just a little too much and grabs my thighs just a little too hard, digging his fingers in. But I am a good girl, taking the abuse for him. I feel myself drifting into a sub space I had almost forgotten could be there. "Yes, Daddy," I say, "i am your good girl... your lil slave... your poor little thing." Pet names from ago...
His cock is throbbing as he releases it from his underwear and my mouth finds it. He lets me suck and lick and suck some more. His hands pet my head but don't force me down as he let's me enjoy his cock. I can feel the pressure as he pushes to the back of my throat and his hand finds my hair, holding me in place while he bucks. When he releases me, I continue to suck and he chuckles a little before I pull my head back to look up at him, eyes barely open, drunk on his cock. My pussy is dripping wet when he rolls me over and slides right in.
He shoves his fingers in my mouth and bends my body forward as he fucks me sideways on the bed. He grabs my throat with the other hand and says "that's my good girl" as I choke and sputter quietly around his fingers.
What happened next? I couldn't tell you... it was so good I couldn't think or remember...
