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“Your name?” She repeats. She’s lost as I move my fingers inside her, working her sugar sweet clit and tracing a circle at her opening as her legs begin to quiver, telling me what I want to know.
“My name, the name you will call me from now on, whenever we are alone.” I enter her more, not enough to tear, but enough to finger fuck the cunt that’s pulling me inside. Faster and faster I work. She drenches my hand, her fingers tightening like a vise onto mine. “When you cum, you will say this name. Do you understand?” My core tightens like a cable that’s ready to snap.
“Yes, oh God, oh my God.” Her pelvis rises to meet my finger – the insides of her thighs squeeze together, trapping me between them like the naughty girl I need her to be.
“Daddy.” I seeth the word between my teeth. “I want you to thank Daddy for this, right now.” I pound my finger inside her, farther than I first intended, searching and pressing at the front wall.
I release her hand from my other, breaking away. I’m unable to stop myself; I fall down down, my shoulders hitting her open thighs and diving between her legs with my mouth wide, grinding my tongue into her raised clit. Kissing and losing myself in the spill of her juice flowing over my lips.
Her hands flail around my head, fingertips digging in, trying to find her center. She is shaking like an earthquake. I suck her cherry clit between my lips and the first of her flavor soaks my mouth, my throat, all the way down into my soul as she cums with my name on her lips.
My real name.
“Daddy—”
She drenches me as I push my face nearly inside her with sounds that shake the car. I swallow every drop, my fingers feeling the undulations of her climax. My lips feel her heat rise as I lower my face to suck more of her release. It fills my mouth, slidding down my greedy throat with my nose on her swollen nub.
I want every bit of her to touch my face, drenching my beard. She brands me with her orgasm, and she is completely mine.
My own deep growl is muffled by the way her cunt vibrates across the scratch of my facial hair. I imagine carrying her around with me like this, her scent and juices on me for the rest of the day, and my already painful erection begs for relief.
Her whimpers turn to a painful yelp when I work back up and set my teeth, gentle but firm, over her now elongated clit. Knowing I’m the one that did this to her is like nothing I’ve ever felt. The way her body soaked me, the sounds she made, the name I’ve longed to hear dripping from her lips, all of it meshed into a moment unlike any other in my lifetime. She takes my breath away in the common moments, but right now I don’t think I will ever breathe again.
Her panties hang in stretched and torn shreds against her thigh, her lower lips glistening, and I imagine the slick white of my cum dripping from that opening. It enrages me and turns my cock to metal at the same time.
I want my seed inside her, filling her, so no part of her cunt is untouched by me. And I want it to stay inside of her. If I had my way, I’d fuck her standing on her head so no part of me would ever find an exit. I’m as baffled by these feelings as I am by how quickly she’s taken to who I am, to who I’ve demanded to be to her now because I can see from the way she’s looking at me, she needs me in the same way I need her.
I grunt as I make my way up her body, splaying her legs with my hips, scooping an arm around her waist and shifting our position. I’m in the passenger seat here, with her on my lap, facing me as I work her hips toward the front of the car, her back resting against the dashboard. The softness of her ass half dangling between my spread knees.
The red on her cheeks continues to ride; heated blood ripens her face from her climax, as I reach a hand to the back of her neck and pull her face to mine. I need her to taste herself on me; I need to share that with her and hear her breath as my tongue slides into her mouth with her flavor still fresh.
My beard is soaking with her as our lips come together in a mutual moan, tongues gathering to each other in a binding kiss before I guide her to sit back up, the taut fabric of her sweater doing nothing to hide the peaks of her ample tits that I now need between my teeth.
“Open your sweater.” I lean back and watch. I want her to do it for me, I need her to give herself to me.
Willingly.
Gratefully.
Because I need it all from her.
And in return, I will give her more.
“I’m going to live in that sweet cunt of yours, Angel.” I meet her eyes. “You need to know that is mine now. And I will do as I wish with what’s mine.”
Her fingers quiver slightly as she opens the buttons without question, her eyes fluttering from my face down to watch the unsteady movements of her hands. The slight tremble in her fingers and the bend of her mouth tells me she’s a bit unsure. Maybe even embarrassed and I love it. Her innocence only makes me crave her more.
“Get those tits in my mouth. They’re mine now too, and I need to mark what’s mine, babygirl. I want you to remember this moment. I want you to look down tomorrow and remember I was here.”
I wrap my hands around her waist, tightening because I need to control her in this and so many other ways. I need her to give me that control, to be at my will, at my whim, while I use her and care for her like my most prized and valuable possession.
Possession.
It is what she must be to
me now.
Possessed by me.
