AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My elbows bend as my hands attempt to brace me for his unexpected power. I keen as he seats his cock deep within my pussy. It clenches around his massive girth and length. I feel every ridge, vein, and inch of his dick.
Oh, God!
He hisses from my vise-like grip.
My pussy burns from the stretch to accommodate his size. The oh so good ache reminds me of his promise I will learn to crave erotic pain and blissful pleasure. If this is an example, I’ll take it. All day. Every day.
He withdraws to his tip, then snaps his hips to bury himself deep within my core. Strokes piston to leave me a soaked, quivering mess. Unintelligible words pour from my gaping mouth. I try my best to match his incessant rhythm. Orgasms roll through me, one after the other. A countless barrage of mindless pleasure.
He grabs my hips and sits back on his haunches. Our torsos press together as he pounds up into my pussy. His hands hold me still to take what he gives to me.
My fingernails claw at the headboard as I scream Daddy again and again. My pussy flutters around his cock to milk him for his seed.
He groans as his cock grows impossibly larger. His fingers dig into my hips, sure to leave marks. One. Two. Three powerful thrusts, and his roar punches the ceiling. Head thrown back in carnal pleasure. His cock unleashes a torrent of hot cum into my eager pussy.
I wail as my inner walls constrict. Our combined juices leak from my pussy to pool on his thighs. He grabs the back of my neck and angles my head before his lips crash onto mine. I moan into his mouth. Our tongues tangle, tasting the other while his cock pulsates with the last of his seed coating my pussy.
“Such a good girl,” he breathes against my kiss-swollen lips. “And this is only the beginning. I will have you all night and into the early morning until you beg me to stop.”
Oh, God!
6
Blair
My Daddy is a piece of art that rivals Michelangelo’s sculpture of David. One chiseled arm thrown over his face to block the morning sun coming through the windows. Its rays of light slant across his powerful chest and six-pack abs, highlighting the happy trail of dark hair. Even lying flaccid and against his thigh, his massive dick with its bulbous head, veins, and heavy balls makes my mouth water. His thick thighs and muscular calves stretch out beneath the red silk sheet.
I satisfy myself by sketching his sleeping form bathed in the golden glow. So peaceful and at rest. Even after our sixth night of my training and nonstop sex. If anyone thought a man of his age lost his virility, then they don’t know Luc Montaigne. And I don’t want any other woman to know either.
My Daddy teaches me the pleasures of allowing him to care for his little girl in a willing power exchange based on his rules and expectations. He pushes my limits to take me past self-imposed beliefs to maximize my erotic pain and carnal pleasure. When we have sex, he’s in control—when I orgasm; how and where he takes me. During our age-gap roleplay, he’s still in control from the outfits I wear to the scenarios chosen. He expects me to obey unless I use my safeword to stop all activities.
Usually, I’m a good little girl. But I found being a naughty princess results in a spanking.
Who knew a walloping on the bottom could evoke such erotic pleasure? He explained it wasn’t the pain from the actual spanking that turned me on. Rather, his display of dominance that made me want him to sexually possess me. It’s fast become my favorite part of our age-play.
My pussy softens just at the memories. I sigh and focus on the sketch. This is the first time I’ve used my drawing skills to capture the form of a naked man outside of my art classes. Ordinarily, it’s design ideas I put on the pad. I giggle. Well, my Daddy is a work of art! So, I’ll take advantage of his rest to memorialize his masculine beauty.
The five o’clock shadow, along with his mussed hair, emphasizes his sex appeal. His sensuous, full lips and long eyelashes make any woman jealous. Balanced out by his sculpted cheeks and jaw, add a decidedly masculine edge to his features. No mistaking my Daddy is anything but all man.
My charcoal pencil flies across the sketch pad. I want to note as many details as possible before he awakes. I plan to make a collection for my eyes only—mine!
I’m so distracted by my task of getting the draping of the sheet just right, I don’t notice him lift his arm and open his eyes. That is, until in one swift move, he swoops over and places an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. I swat at him with the pad, to no avail. Princess is ready for her morning spanking.
When his no longer flaccid dick bumps against my belly, I know I won’t finish my sketch today. I drop the pad to the floor and give in to his ministrations with a sigh of contentment.
“Good morning, Ma Petite Fille,” he murmurs, his lips tickling my sensitive skin. “What are you up to?”
His sudden nip to my neck makes me squeal in pain and pleasure.
“Ahhh… Nothing,” I moan.
“Wrong answer, naughty girl!”
He nips and tickles me.
I giggle and squirm as my hands press against his solid chest. He’s relentless. I surrender like a good little girl and let my Daddy have his way with me.
The nips turn to more open-mouthed kisses, and the poking fingers prod my core. I’m already wet for him.
