Between My Sheets

“I love sucking your cock,” I said, as he grasped my hair and forced my lips away from his throbbing member.

“Do you?” he asked, a smile in his voice. I was drunk with Southern Comfort, drunk with love, drunk with submission.

“Yes, daddy.”

He forced my face to his balls again and I sucked hard, drunk with the taste of him.

“What else do you love?” he asked after a moment, watching me, knelt between his knees and working him with my tongue. He pulled my hair again so that I was facing up at him and waited for an answer. I didn’t even have to think.

“I love it when you throat fuck me.” My nails scratched up his thighs. “I love it when you cum in my ass.”

“And which do you love more?”

This time, I paused. I knew the truth, but I didn’t know if it was what he’d want to hear.

“Well?”

“Daddy, I can’t pick one of the other. I love them both so much.”

“That’s my little slut.” He stood and dragged by my wrist into the bedroom, forcing me on all fours on the bed, over his rock-hard cock. I was hungry for him and licked my lips, waiting for his permission.

He spanked me, hard, and my ass stung like fire. He pushed me head down, pulling back quickly, again and again, forcing me to throat fuck him. I gasped as he continued to spank me, hard, and I nibbled at his cock with more bite than I usually do, which made him groan out loud with pain and pleasure.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, and when I did, he slapped my pussy, hard. I yelped and tears filled my eyes, but my cunt grew wetter and wetter. “Don’t stop sucking, slut,” he said.

As I deep throated his cock, he began to play with my ass hole, alternating spanking and forcing his fingers into me. More than a few times, I cried out, and I felt myself aching to orgasm. My master stopped slapping and rubbed me tenderly for a moment. “Does my little slut have to orgasm?”

“Yes, daddy,” I panted, and he spanked my pussy again, even harder than before, plunging fingers into me.

“Cum,” he growled, low and primal.

I screamed to an orgasm, and he pushed my open mouth onto his cock again, silencing my cries. He filled my throat and I gagged. Releasing my head, he spanked me again.

“Spread your ass open.” He rolled out from under me and plunged his cock, slick from my saliva, into my ass. I buried my face in a pillow, screaming, as he fucked me hard, and I felt him cum into me. He groaned with pleasure, his pumps dying down, and, breathing heavily, we sunk into one another, tangled and sweaty and exhausted and wonderful. His cum dripped from my ass and mine had made his fingers sticky, but for the moment, we didn’t care. We just held one another, in love.

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