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I rock in and out slowly, edging in bit by bit as she takes my cock. Without being a complete big shot about it, I’m big. But seeing her taking me like this, it makes me wonder how it can be fucking comfortable. Still, she groans and moans as I continue to slide my cock in and out, and the dildo too. Knowing I can’t do both because I need to grab her hips, I pull out all the way and untie her hands from the bed.

“Fuck yourself with the dildo,” I command.

She sits up, her back to my front as I sit on my haunches. She grabs the end of it and pulls it out. I watch, leaning over her shoulder as I cup her tits.

“Do you like that, Princess?”

“Not as much as I like Daddy’s cock.”

I smile against her neck as I tug on her nipples. “Come for me. Now.”

She spreads her legs wider as I start to flick her arsehole, not penetrating, just massaging. My other hand wraps around her waist as I repeat the motion against her clit. All the while she rides the dildo and groans, her tits bouncing up and down as we move in a rhythm that only has my cock begging for more. I can feel myself leaking against her arse crack, but I need to see and feel this first.

“Oh,” she cries when I insert a finger into her hole. “Oh, God.”

She tips her head back as I flick her front and back and she pushes the dildo in and out until she’s gasping and squirming. And then it happens. She comes gloriously, her squirts hitting my hand as my cock swells.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it, milk yourself. Show Daddy how much you like it.”

When she stops, I grin against her shoulder, biting down hard as she tries to regain her breathing. I push her down again. The dildo still inside as she rests on all fours.

I slide my cock through her pussy, coating it in her release and then slide it in her arse again. This time I push in further.

“Keep fucking yourself, Princess. Show me how you do it.”

She uses one hand to move the thing in and out and I sink in farther, spreading her cheeks wide as I watch. Oh, fuck yeah.

In, out. In, out. Before long, I’m sliding my dick in all the way and she groans my name in such a way, I almost shoot into her. Not yet. Not yet.

But even I know I can’t hold on.

I pump her in and out again, thrusting as we pick up the pace. Her moans and groans only spur me on and seeing her working the dildo in and out frantically chasing her release, when she finally screams my name, I fall over the cliff and spurt wildly into her as I still. I know my hands will leave a mark on her hips, but it’s glorious.

She’s coming over and over as she continues to grind down on the dildo as I spurt like a man possessed. The need I have to be everything for his woman overwhelms me.

I’ve momentarily forgotten about the fact I’m pissed she hasn’t replied to Devon’s message, nor did she tell me about it. So much for honesty. Still, I can’t let that dampen my mood.

I pull out, roll her onto her back and pull the dildo from her pussy, tossing it aside.

She’s red faced, panting and completely spent.

I grin as I pull her into my arms. “You did an amazing job,” I whisper into her hair.

“So did you.”

I laugh, wrapping my arms around her. “Thanks.”

“You don’t even care you’re lying in my wet patch.”

“That is the furthest thing from my mind.”

She yawns. “Tell me what you were mad about earlier.”

“I wasn’t mad,” I lie. “It’s just work stuff.”

She snuggles into my chest, muttering incoherently and I’ve no idea how the hell I’m ever going to let this girl go.

The weekend comes by quickly. And the only text I got from Devon was.

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