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She slid down just a little more and looked at me with lustful eyes. “You are too big. It is too much.”
Fuck. Now, I wanted to give it all to her, but she needed to be good and take it herself. She was the one who wanted to ride me. I rolled her hips with my hands but not pushed down. “We both know you can take all of my cock. Don’t you want it in your hungry little pussy.”
She nodded desperately. “I do. I want you to fill me.”
“Be a good girl and do it then,” I murmured, and Priscilla did. She slowly took more of me. More and more with every thrust, stretching around my cock as little sighs escaped her beautiful lips. When I was all the way in her, and her clit brushed my pelvis, she gave a needy moan and moved on top of me.
I didn’t move my hips but held her hips in my hands. I smacked her to hear her pleasure-filled screams. “That’s my good girl,” I murmured, knowing she loved being praised. “taking my cock so well.”
Priscilla moved even faster. Fucking herself like possessed. “I try,” she said between ragged breaths, and then her body fell forward, her movement faltering. “But I need you. I can’t do it like you. Please.”
Fuck. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I was already close and knew she was too from the way her pussy was clamping around me. I held her ass cheeks apart to get even deeper and dug my heels to the bed, thrusting inside so hard. With every new thrust, I earned a moan from her pretty lips.
I nibbled her earlobe as I kept fucking her. “You thought you could handle my cock, Priscilla, but you can’t.” I thrust harder and asked, “My little girl needs to be fucked by me, huh?”
She nodded against my lips and whispered before kissing me, “Yes, sir.”
Fuck me.
I moved faster inside her. I couldn’t stop. When she screamed into my mouth, and her legs started shaking, I found my own release too, filling her all the way.
Priscilla was almost ready to cry above me as she came. So when we were done, I gently brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheeks softly. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, and a small smile appeared on her face. She pulled her hips away with a huff and rolled to my side, immediately snuggling up to my side. “It was fun.” Then she smiled like it was so funny. “It is always fun.”
I would say mind-consuming instead of fun, but she didn’t need to know that. It might give her different ideas.
I caressed her ass gently, soothing the pain. “What did you call me before coming?”
Priscilla looked up at me from under her lashes, and her cheeks turned pink. “Sir?” she said, and I felt myself almost getting hard again. Priscilla didn’t see that, though. She looked worried. “I know you don’t like nicknames, but I just felt…”
I kissed her softly to eat up her words and finished it by nibbling her bottom lip hard. “I liked that nickname. Call me sir when I am fucking you.”
She shivered visibly and snuggled even closer. Only a few seconds later, I was able to see her head filling up with naughty thoughts, though. “And I can call you cherry pie after.”
I pinched her side not so softly. “Buttercup was bad enough.”
“You are right cherry pie is better.”
I shook my head in annoyance but still kept her close. It was a direct representation of our relationship. “Why would you even call me cherry pie?”
Her eyes went soft, and she whispered with a sad smile, “Because I love cherry pie.”
My body was about to go tense, but I didn’t let it. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable even though she did it to me. I was the guilty one in this manner. I didn’t want to talk about love, but if she did, I didn’t want her to feel bad about it. She was not in love with me anyway. I didn’t have any trait that was loveable for a person like Priscilla. She was just too much of a romantic.
I kissed her forehead. “Let’s get cleaned up and eat.”
And she obeyed. She didn’t talk about love again, but she did call me cherry pie.
Chapter 18
Antonio
Priscilla was trying to kill me. The “little cute dog” she wanted to get was apparently a Pit Bull. A light-colored Pit Bull with golden-colored eyes named Apollo.
When I saw the dog, I went all worked up thinking that dog was going to be alone with Priscilla all day. The idea of it attacking Priscilla was not leaving my head. I even suggested giving her a gun so she could be safe around the dog, but that made her extremely upset and angry.
“I am not shooting, Apollo. You are horrible,” she cried, wrapping her arms around the dog. It started licking her face, and my throat tightened. It was not even a calm dog. It was jumping around and playing with Priscilla all the time. Playing usually included him licking or biting Priscilla. It didn’t give me any comfort at all.
