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As his swats grew faster, Presley wriggled her ass beautifully, making her a moving target.

Foreplay was over when Caleb gripped her hips to hold her immobile, lining the tip of his cock up with her wet entrance, and thrusting forward until he bottomed out inside her.

Their joined cry of pleasure filled the room’s soundtrack of sexy slapping sounds as he drove in and out of Presley’s pussy at a punishing speed.

He glanced up at the reflection of them across the room, enjoying the fast swaying of her perfect breasts as he rocked her body. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the erotic sensations in her own little world.

“Open your eyes and watch us,” he ordered.

Her “Yes, Sir,” was the perfect addition to the scene.

Determined to reclaim their previous intimacy from before the disastrous scene at Black Light the night before, Caleb moved his hands from squeezing her hips to reaching forward and wrapping his fingers around her neck in a tight enough grip to sightly restrict her breathing.

As expected, Presley reared up onto her knees, her hands leaving the bed. She was almost sitting on his cock in this position, but he still had just enough room to keep up his pounding thrusts into her wet channel as her hands reached back to grip his torso, holding on for the dirty ride he was taking her on.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said as he felt the aromatic wetness dripping between them to the bedspread.

“And you’re so big and hard,” she replied. “I missed this so much,” she added.

He’d missed this too, and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Determined to bring Presley as much pleasure as possible, he slid his left hand down from her neck to her breast.

Without missing a beat of the fucking in progress, Caleb tightened his right fingers around her neck just as he pinched her left nip as hard as he could. The combined pleasure and pain threw his baby girl over the cliff as she cried out her climax. Presley’s pussy gripped his buried shaft as she rode out her shuddering orgasm.

Only after he felt her melting into his arms–spent—did he finally take his final pleasure ride. Laying his baby girl face down onto the bed, Caleb gripped her hips, yanking her sex up from the comforter just enough to give him the perfect angle for insertion.

Caleb turned his demon loose, rutting his submissive and using her body as he chased his own pleasure. Her growing moans and squeals as he pounded her into the bed told him that his baby girl was close to coming again.

His loud roar of climax coincided with the first splash of cum deposited deep inside her pussy. Rope after rope of his stored up jizz filled her until it too was spilling out and adding to the wet mess on his bed.

I need to get the bedspread dry cleaned.

The last of his energy was gone as his cock was still buried inside his sub. Caleb fell forward, blanketing her body with his own before rolling them to their side while molding their bodies together in a spoon position.

Several minutes went by as they each caught their breath. He was pretty sure Presley had nodded off to sleep when he heard her quiet, “I love you, Daddy.”

Hugging her tighter, Caleb said a silent prayer that she would still feel that way the next day when they had a heart to heart about their future.

CHAPTER SIX

PRESLEY

The smell of coffee brewing finally convinced Presley to open her eyes. Bright rays of sunlight seeped into the room around the edges of the bedroom blinds confirming she’d slept in late.

She didn’t need to reach out her hand to touch Caleb’s pillow to know he was no longer in bed with her. He was a dreaded morning person, but that worked in her favor since it usually meant he would make her breakfast on the nights she slept over.

The wave of relief she felt at being back home in his bed was short lived thanks to the shot of pain as she sat up at the edge of the bed. The dull pounding at her temples made sure to remind her she’d overindulged in champagne the night before. And when she pushed to her feet, Presley remembered the blisters from her ill-gotten new shoes.

Despite her physical ailments, emotionally she felt relieved that Caleb had forgiven her for over-spending while he was out of town. They’d had such a fun time at the wedding together and he’d certainly shown her body just how much he’d missed her after they’d got home.

Presley smiled at her reflection in the mirror above the sink.

I wonder what my Instagram followers would think if I posted a picture of myself like this?

Anyone would know that the woman staring back at her had just been well fucked. If the strewn hair didn’t give it away, the slight shadow of a bruise on her left breast would for sure. Well, that and the line of dried cum on her inner thighs.

She spent a few minutes freshening up, trying to make herself look respectable. Even though she had a drawer full of clothes she kept at Caleb’s house, she opted to pick up his dress shirt from where he’d discarded it the night before. Slipping it on, she took a deep drag of Caleb’s scent still clinging to the fabric. The material was just long enough to cover her ass, but she had to roll the sleeves up several inches.

Padding down the carpeted stairs, Presley heard music coming from the kitchen. Because she was barefoot, she was able to sneak up on her Daddy and enjoyed watching him working in the kitchen as he prepared their breakfast.

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