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“That’s right. Because you belong to Daddy. So I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy as hard as I want for as long as I want and you’re going to take it all like the good girl you are.”
Owen reached for her ponytail and wound it around his fist before putting tension on her scalp.
“Unh!”
With that small cry, Cricket pushed her hips back to meet him, and whined when he hit the right spot inside.There.
She was so tight, and slick, and warm around his dick as he pounded into her; it was fucking incredible to see her white-knuckled fists gripping the headboard, listen to her make sexy little noises in time with his thrusts. He pulled her hair tighter and looked down to watch his throbbing cock slide in and out of her.
“You gonna come for Daddy?” he demanded, pulling harder still on her hair and slapping her backside with his other hand. “You gonna come all over Daddy’s cock while I pound you into the mattress? Hmm? You gonna squeeze my dick with that tight little princess pussy? Or do I need to freshen up this color more? Huh, babygirl?”
Owen didn’t wait for an answer but started raining spanks down on her reddened cheeks. His backhands weren’t great, but he’d already done most of the work earlier. This was just to remind her, and to get her blood pumping.
There must be friction on her nipples from how hard he was driving into her, and she was low enough that her mound and clit should have contact with the pillow. Just a matter of time until she’d had enough stimulation that she’d overflow into an orgasm, and that would be another stage of his homecoming.
Cricket was bucking underneath him and every sexy sound she made was a wave crashing against the levee of his self-control. She pushed against him harder and faster, and Owen met her thrust for thrust. Goddamn his babygirl could take a pounding. And even better, she loved it.
At last he felt her slick channel tightening around him like a fist.
“That’s it, babygirl. Come for me. Work that pussy on my dick.”
“Oh, Daddy. Please, please. Yes,” Cricket chanted, and he felt the hard squeeze and release of the start of her climax.
“Yes, Cricket. Good girl. Ride it out. Milk Daddy’s cock until I fill this sweet little pussy with my come.”
She cried out wordlessly as she continued to buck her hips, and Owen took the opportunity to fuck into her hard and fast until he was overwhelmed by sensation himself. With a few brutal thrusts his own climax erupted through him, and spurted into the condom. Someday hopefully in the not-so-distant future he’d be spilling inside her with no barrier at all but for now this was all he wanted, all he needed.
“Fuck, Cricket, baby. Fuck,” he ground out as jet after jet of his climax emptied from him. It was so intense he was on the verge of dizzy, and he barely kept from collapsing onto Cricket’s back.
Instead, he braced himself with a hand against the headboard and bent down to press a kiss first to her shoulder before using the handful of her hair to turn her face so he could reach her cheek.
“So good, babygirl. You make Daddy feel so good.”
* * *
Once Owen had cleaned them both up, he settled down in the cozy bed to snuggle his love bug. After a few minutes of comfortable silence—but before either one of them could fall asleep—he brushed a stray strand of hair off Cricket’s forehead and then kissed her there.
“So what would you like to do this afternoon? I told you that you could have anything you wanted. Within reason, obviously,” he told her with a raised brow.
Cricket was very sweet and just mischievous enough that she would demand something ridiculous and then tell him he had to keep his promise. Textbook Little.
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about it,” she said, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. “I thought that’s what we just did.”
“While I appreciate that if you could do anything, you’d choose to make love with me, I did mean more of a treat for you than for both of us. There has to be something around the island you’ve wanted to see or try, maybe something special you wanted to have for dinner, or a show you wanted to watch?”
“Mmm…”
Cricket pursed her lips and looked as pensive as he'd ever seen her. At last she looked at him shyly.
“May I have two things, Daddy?”
“Probably,” he responded, knowing that unless it was impossible, he’d give Cricket whatever she wanted.
“Well I haven’t gone fishing yet. Not like with the big nets and everything that the Daddies use when they go out to harvest for everyone on the Hag. Just out on a little boat with a stick.”
“We can go fishing for sure. Weather’s decent. Where we can go will depend on the tide, but I’m sure Mister Taj or someone else can point us in the right direction. Do you want it to be just me and you or do you want to invite anyone else?”
“Can we invite everyone and have a fishing party?” she asked, eyes wide. The way she bit her lip while she waited for his answer was the sweetest thing.
