She moans and rides my fingers, but I slow down, taking my time because I know what she needs.
I lay her on her back, and her eyes go wide as I wrap my hand around her throat. I flex just enough for her to gasp while I pump my fingers inside her.
Her hips lift off the bed, begging.
I press my fingertips into her neck, her pulse racing under my hand.
I stroke her clit, bend down, and bite her nipple.
With a strangled cry, she comes.Hard.
Her back arches off the bed, and I don't stop. I keep stroking, teasing, watching the way she writhes beneath me, lost in pleasure.
Jesus, she’s beautiful when she comes like this.
And I am hard as fuck.
"Oh my god," she pants out, coming back down from her high.
She reaches for my belt buckle, her hands shaking.
"I'm not going to?—"
"I know, I know." She pouts. "But if I don’t get your cock in me right now… Promise me I will soon," she demands, her lower lip jutting out petulantly.
It’s adorable.
Her little pout.
Her need.
"Oh, I promise," I murmur darkly. "I’ll fucking rail you. Harder than you've ever had it before. Every. Fucking. Day."
I lean down, my lips grazing her ear.
"There won’t be another cycle, Anissa."
She stills.
"I’ll put my baby inside you."
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she strokes my cock, her gaze darting to the side as if trying to process it.
Then she bends, licks the head, and moans.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I brace myself over her and fuck her mouth.
She moans, swallowing me whole, sucking, licking the tip, her eyes rolling back as if I’m the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.
"Yes," she groans around my cock. "Fuck my mouth."
I fuck her hard—until her eyes water and she cries out. But she’s into this.
She cups my balls, her head moving in rhythm, tugging me back and forth, taking me.
"You take me so fucking good, beautiful," I growl. "Such a good girl, taking my cock. That’s right, baby. That’s exactly what Daddy wants."
