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“Open it,” he says.
I open the pendant and when I see the inscription, my heart swells in my chest. “Daddy’s Girl,” I read then turn to him. “I love it, Bastian. Thank you.”
“It’s just a reminder that you belong to me,” he says. “And I belong to you.”
“Not that I need the reminder,” I reply. “But help me put it on.”
I turn around and hold my hair up as he slips it around my neck and clasps it. I look down at the pendant and settle it at the hollow of my throat.
“It looks beautiful on you,” he says.
“You have excellent taste, my love.”
“Of course, I do,” he replies. “Look who I’m marrying.”
“Smooth, baby. That was slick,” I say with a laugh. “And I brought you something too.”
“Oh, did you?”
With a devilish grin on my face, I raise the hem of my dress and show him that I’m not wearing any panties. Bastian’s eyes widen slightly, and he licks his lips.
“Glad to see I won’t have to spend much time unwrapping it,” he says.
“I thought daddy might like it.”
“I do, baby girl. Very much.”
He picks me up like I weigh nothing and sits me on his desk. I part my thighs for him, and Bastian dives face-first into me. I gasp and feel my eyes nearly pop out of my head when he laps at my sex enthusiastically. He licks me up and down and makes me shudder when he grazes my button with his teeth. I grip his hair and yank on it savagely when he drives his fingers into me while he swirls his tongue around my clit. My body spasms and my thighs clamp down on his head as my breath bursts from my mouth. Bastian continues on undaunted though, licking and fingering my sex wildly until I throw my head back and cry out as I come hard.
He looks up at me, his lips and chin glistening with my juices. He runs his tongue over his lips, savoring the taste of me then stands and pulls his pants down. I gaze upon his long, thick cock and feel my sex growing hot and wet, the flames of need burning higher within me. I slip off his desk and push him down into his chair then straddle his lap. His eyes shine brightly with his need, and I reach down, gripping and squeezing his rod, giving it a few firm strokes and revel in the feeling of him growing even harder in my hand.
I stroke my sex with the head of his dick, getting it slick with my juices. I tease my button with the tip of his rod, closing my eyes as I shiver with delight.
“I need to be inside of you, baby girl,” he says, his voice thick and husky. “Put it inside of you. Now.”
I do as he says, nestling his cock within my wet folds then raise my hips and lower myself down onto him. We both moan softly as I sink down onto him, letting his hard rod pierce my sex. He’s so long and thick and my flower is so tight that it takes me a minute to take him all the way into me. And when I have him fully sheathed within me, I grip the back of his chair and take a moment to adjust to the feeling of him stretching me open.
Our mouths crash together, tongues swirling, and I swallow his moan as I start to roll my hips, sliding up and down on his staff. The sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh fills my ears, and the scent of our sex is heavy in the air. I breathe deeply, savoring it. Bastian slaps my ass and a yelp bursts from my mouth.
“Faster, baby girl,” he says. “Fuck me harder.”
He slaps my ass again and I do as he says, bouncing up and down on his cock with more force. He kisses me again then gently takes hold of my throat, squeezing it as I rise and fall on him. As Bastian chokes me and cuts off my breath, every sensation rippling through my body is magnified. The feeling of his rigid staff sliding along the wet inner walls of my sex.
“Harder, baby girl,” he growls.
He punctuates his words with another hard slap that leaves my ass stinging but makes me smile. Bastian pulls the spaghetti straps of my dress down, exposing my breasts. He takes one of my stiff nipples into his mouth and sucks on it while pinching the other, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His chair squeaks loudly as I thrust myself up and down on his rod harder, my body growing taut as I hurtle toward the edge of ecstasy. He slaps my ass again, harder this time, and pushes me to the brink.
“Yes, daddy,” I moan. “Yes, daddy. Fuck yes.”
He grabs hold of my hips and pushes me down as he thrusts himself upward, burying himself in my sex as deep as he can. His cock pulses and then explodes. I cry out, my body shaking wildly as the feeling of him filling me with his spunk gives me an orgasm that sends me over the moon. I writhe on top of him, relishing the feel of his dick throbbing, taking every last drop of his seed into me.
Our breathing ragged and our pulses racing, I lean forward, pressing my forehead to his as we cling to one another, our bodies trembling with our pleasure. I open my eyes to find him already looking back at me with a wicked little smile on his face. A giggle drifts from my mouth and I lean forward, giving him a chaste peck on the lips.
“A year in and every time feels like the first time,” he says.
“It’s because what we have is special.”
“You’re right about that,” he replies. “Very right.”
