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“Oh, my God, Keith. Inside me, please. Fill me.” Her hips are bucking, trying to get closer to my cock, but she’s limited by the ties, unable to get what she desperately needs.
I move my hands higher, spreading her lips and lining up my cock with her entrance, teasing her. “Whose pussy is this?”
She cries out, “It’s yours. My pussy, my heart, my fucking soul, Keith.”
An even better answer than I’d dreamed of. I reward her with a sharp thrust, going balls-deep in one motion, forcing a satisfied cry from her throat. I hold her hips up, her back arching as I pound her mercilessly, the pleasure overwhelming my shredded control.
“Fuck, Elise. You too . . . my heart, my soul.” I grunt, accentuating every word with another powerful stroke of my cock. “I love you.”
Elise’s eyes fill with tears, but she’s smiling so I know they’re happy tears, and I feel her pussy quiver. “That’s it, come all over my cock,” I encourage her. “Squeeze me so tight with that little pussy. I can take it, and I’ll fill you so full you can’t even hold it all.”
With a final thrust, she shatters in my arms, writhing and pulling hard on her arm restraints, but I don’t lose rhythm, keeping the driving force hard and deep as she cries out my name over and over like a prayer.
Her voice rises as her pussy clamps around me, and the pressure is too much. I come hard, my balls pulling up tight and my spine tingling before I crash over and shudder my pleasure, emptying into her.
Pulling out, I jerk my cock a few last times, covering her pussy lips with the last few spurts of my essence, needing to mark her inside and out.
I shake my cock a few times, wanting every drop on her, and then use the head to smear it around on her. It’s primal, probably something that would turn some women off, but that doesn’t matter in this moment.
What matters is that I need to mark her and that Elise wants to be marked by me. Her pride at being covered in my cum is just as palpable as my delight in seeing her dirty like this. Mine.
I untie the restraints, gently rubbing her wrists and ankles to get the circulation back as I kiss each one delicately.
“You okay?”
She smiles, stretching and squirming around like a pleased kitten as she curls up into a ball. “So much better than okay. Only one thing could make it perfect.”
“What’s that?” I ask before realizing what Elise needs. Sliding behind her, I gather her in my arms, my finally sated cock nestling against her ass as I wrap myself around her as much as possible. “That’s perfect.”
Chapter 22
Keith
I look at Carsen, unable to tell her exactly how I feel. Part of it, I guess, is that seeing her twirling in her dress, looking more mature than I’ve ever imagined possible scares the shit out of me. What happened to the little girl in pigtails who’d wake up in the middle of the night and beg to climb into bed with me so that I could keep the monsters away?
There’s no evidence of that little girl now as she struts and twirls, looking comfortable in the short one-inch wedge heels that Sarah and Elise talked me into letting her wear. The other part of me is so damn proud of my little girl and the young woman she’s growing up to become. It’s an oddly oppositional pull to want to see who she can be while at the same time wanting to force her to stay my baby forever.
Carsen comes over to me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I look down, seeing just the hint of mascara and blush that Elise did for her, and when she smiles, she looks so much like the woman she’s going to become it makes my heart ache. “I love you, Daddy. I’m sorry you can’t take me to the dance.”
“It’s okay honey,” I promise, rubbing my freshly shaved head. The label wants me to get some new photos done for the next album and summer tour, and that means ‘Keith Perkins’ needs to be in full effect. “You look beautiful, baby. More like your mother every day. Did I ever tell you about the time I took her to our first high school dance?”
Carsen shakes her head, making me sigh. I know I don’t talk about Janie much, but Carsen should hear these stories. Her mother loved her so much, and it certainly wasn’t Carsen’s fault that we fell out of love or what happened in the end.
“Come over here and sit down,” I reply, noticing Sarah and Elise quietly moving toward the exit. I can see they understand. This is our time. “Over the years, Janie and I went to a few dances together. But the very first one was a winter formal. I wore what had to be the ugliest suit in existence. But she looked gorgeous in a white dress with little blue flowers on it. It actually looked a lot like what you’re wearing now.”
