“To our bed.”
“You’re an addict!” I yell at his back as we bounce up the stairs, my hands holding onto his shirt for stability. Once we get to our room, he throws me gently down on the bed, then crawls on top of me.
“Yes, Mrs. Millar, I am an addict.”Holy shit, Mrs. Millar. The way he says it sends wet heat into my panties. I bite my lip from anticipation.
“I’m addicted to your pussy. You should have never let me feel you this morning, I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to get enough.” He’s stroking my neck with his thumb, slowly increasing the pressure. “You need to tell me, what’s too rough for you, baby?” There’s no such thing when it comes to him. I want it all.
“I can’t think of anything you’d do to me I wouldn’t want. I know you’d never actually hurt me.” He puts his hand over my throat gently and squeezes, giving me a questioning look. I just nod, feeling my inner thighs begin to clench and burn.
“What’s our safe word?”
“Mom.” Nothing can kill a moment more than that word. He just nods his head before his demeanor changes and he moves off me.
“What’s my name, Bambi?” he asks as he starts undressing me, pulling down my sweats and underwear, then helping me remove my t-shirt.
“Liam?” I know what I’m asking for when I say this. I’m so wet, I’m leaking. He rolls me over onto my stomach, spanking me hard, and I cry out from the sting.
“No.” His voice is hard, I fucking love it. “Try again, Bambi.”
“Sir?” He spanks my ass again, not quite as hard this time, and I let out a little moan.
“Wrong, again. I need you to fucking say it, Bambi.” There’s urgency behind his voice. I’ll submit.
“Yes, Daddy.” He grabs my hips, pulling my ass against his bare, hard cock so I’m on my knees now. I plant my elbows on the bed so I can push back against him as he grinds into my crack. He nudges me forward, then runs two fingers through my lips, pushing my wet heat down to my clit, circling it, before dragging them back up to my asshole where he applies gentle pressure. My inner walls are clenching, begging to be filled.
“This is mine, too, Bambi.”
“I have nothing that isn’t yours, Daddy.” He rewards me by slamming his cock into me in one deep thrust, never relieving the pressure on my other hole. I cry out.
“That’s right, Mrs. Millar, you’re mine. All mine. For the rest of your life now.” I moan as he continues thrusting. “Flip over, I want to see your pretty face when I choke you.”Fuck me.
“Yes, Daddy.” He slips out of me, and I immediately turn over. I spread my legs for him, eager, dying for him to fill me again, and as soon as he does, he slams his hand over my throat, pinning me to the bed. His grasp is firm, but never hard enough to prevent my air flow. He begins thrusting and grinding against me as I lift my hips to meet and take him in. I’m panting and crying in fucking ecstasy.
“I can’t believe you like this shit, Bambi.”
I nod. “I love it, Daddy.” He releases a groan.
“You like being filthy for me, don’t you? Even when you’re being bad, you're still my good girl, though. Isn’t that right?”Call me “good girl” one more time, please. A moan breaks free from me. His right hand hasn’t left my throat, but his left hand reaches for my breast, cupping it roughly before pinching my nipple hard. I start begging.
“Daddy, please.” My hands are gripping the arm holding my neck, my hips grinding against him with each thrust.
“Please what, Bambi? Call you a good girl? Tell you how fucking dirty you are when you’re writhing underneath me? Please let you come? Which is it?”Yes, all of it.
“Tell me how dirty and filthy you like me, please?”
He lets out a low chuckle. “I should’ve fucking known that’s what you’d want.” He slams into me deeply, holding himself there as he grinds down. “If you can’t tell by now, I love it when your filthy fucking mouth tells me about all the vulgar things you’re thinking. I love it when my dirty girl eats my fucking cum for breakfast. I love it when my naughty wife’s pussy is leaking my cum, making a mess of our sheets.”Oh my god, the moan that breaks free is half cry, half gut-wrenching. I fucking love this man, and he’s mine. My breathing quickens, and I start bearing down on his length buried in me.
“Oh, baby, I still can’t believe you fucking love this. I’m so fucking lucky I get to call you mine.” He releases my neck, pulling out and slamming into me again. “You were made” he thrusts, “for,” and he thrusts again, “me,” and he slams back inside me. We both come at the same time, his warmth flooding my channel, my muscles pulling him deeper into me. My back is arched and I’m screaming as he continues thrusting into me roughly, spilling every last drop of his seed, the sound he’s making somewhere between a groan and shout.
I can’t believe I went so long in life without having sex like this, with him. He’s the only person who understands what I want, exactly how I want it. I want him to dominate me, and punish me, and still love me unconditionally. And that’s exactly what he does.
As we both begin coming down, he leans down to kiss me. Then he whispers, “That’s my good girl.” I can’t help the stupid smile that spreads across my face. He pulls out of me, but instead of moving off, he moves backward, pushing my legs wide apart and putting them over his shoulders. He runs his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, consuming the combination of his cum with mine until he latches on my clit, sucking. That’s all it takes and I’m coming again. My thighs tighten around him and I grab his hair, holding him in place as I shamelessly grind my sex against his tongue. Crying out his name, over and over.
I’m about to push him away from my overstimulated clit, when he finally releases me, looking up at me.
“God damn, Bambi. Each time I think you’ve given me the best sex of my life, you go and make a fucking liar of me.” I blush hard.
“That was the best sex of your life, babe?” I’m fishing, and I don’t care one bit.
