Your Orgasms are Mine
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Publié :8/12/2014 12h30
Dernière mise à jour :11/5/2024 3h31 7544 vues
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"I'm so sore. My pussy feels bruised all the way in the back. Like my cervix is bruised. You fucked me so hard last night. I don't think I can cum again, Daddy, " she said.
I withdrew my throbbing erection from between her thighs and rolled her onto her back. I had already cum once this morning, it wasn't important that I cum again. What was important, was reminding Baby whose pussy she carried between her thighs.
"Look up a restaurant for breakfast while I lick your pussy."
I was only half serious. I knew there was no way she could concentrate on perusing restaurant menus while I sawed at her clitoris with my tongue, but I love that panicked look she gets when she tries to figure out how to comply with a seemingly impossible request, fearful of disappointing me.
"Daddy. I can't... don't... my pussy is so sore! I haven't showered..."
I silence her when i wrap my arms around her thighs, immobilizing her legs, and drag her across the mattress, her fresh welts and bruises from a long night of sex and play, rubbing against the cotton sheets, making her wince. I press my face to her silken folds, sucking her little nub into my mouth, and begin circling it with my tongue..
"Daddy! It's so sensitive!"
I ignore her and slowly speed up the rhythm of my tongue, alternating between sucking her clit like a nipple, making little spirals around it with my tongue, and flicking it aggressively, causing her to cry out in pain. She squirms and trembles and tries to escape me.
"Daddy! No! It's too sensitive! I can't!"
But it isn't her decision whether she cums or not. It is mine.
My hands roam her flesh, caressing her hips, thighs, waist, breasts, and belly. Her skin is so smooth. Every soft supple curve of her body is heaven to me. A growl rumbles up from my throat and vibrates against her sex. I want to devour her, savage that delicate flower and consume her vulva like some exotic fruit eaten one small bite at a time. I squeeze her nipples. Baby raises up off the mattress, again trying to push me away and free herself. And again I wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her in place.
"It's too much! Daddy, it's too much! I can't! I'm not going to cum again! I can't. I'm too sore!"
Yes. Yes, you will
After this last attempt to convince me of the absolute impossibility of another orgasm fails, along with her efforts to squirm free from my grasp, I feel her body relax. She knows I'm not going to stop. Knows she is trapped here. I speed up the rhythm of my tongue, sucking that little rose-colored bud in and out of my mouth while flicking it with my tongue. Her eyes close and her legs begin to quiver. I feel her clitoris swelling in my mouth and I know it's only a matter of time. I can feel her heartbeat pulsing against my tongue as a river of sweet nectar gushes from her sex. She is so close.
Her breathing becomes increasingly ragged. Her legs tremble uncontrollably and she hovers there for what seems an eternity, right on the precipice of a powerful orgasm, stuck there on pause as the minutes roll by. Her moans come and go, rising to a crescendo and falling back to a whisper as she gets closer, closer. She gasps and lets out a little whimper as another orgasm eludes her, fleeing like smoke in the wind, and I have to build her back up, bring her once more to the very edge, unable to tip her over, but not giving up. I know she is close. Her body is telling me it is ready. It's her mind resisting.
Once again, I let go of her thighs and begin to explore her body with my hands, rubbing her hips and belly before returning to pinch and squeeze her nipples. She's like me. She can't cum without her nipples being stimulated. Baby begins to moan again, her entire body is vibrating. Her little pink pearl is completely engorged now and I attack it ravenously. My tongue whips her swollen clitoris like a galley slave, pinning it against my teeth.
You. Will. Cum. For. Me!
"Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!"
Her back arches and her body begins to convulse as the orgasm rips through her like gunfire. She moans and whimpers as if in agony while I ride the orgasm, still sucking and licking her sex as she thrashes on the bed like a doll in the hands of a hyperactive child. She sobs, reduced to tears, as I continue lashing her sex with my tongue, sending more spasms of pain and pleasure through her exhausted body. Then I bite her on the inner thigh, as I always do, which makes her yelp.
I climb up her body, kissing and biting. Here. There. I slide my turgid flesh inside her sex, which is now dripping wet, and begin fucking her hard, putting an exclamation point on my ownership of her sex and flesh, as I further batter and bruise her tender pussy. She begins to moan and cry out again, but I can tell she doesn't want me to stop. I roll her over on her side, pulling out momentarily to spoon with her, slipping back inside her, biting her neck and shoulders, fucking her savagely, in a hypersexual fervor, like some psychotic erotomaniac bent on the destruction of her sex. Her cries are like music. I slow my rhythm and whisper in her ear.
"Your orgasms are mine. I give them and take them when I want. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy. All of me is yours."
"Good. Now, find us somewhere to eat breakfast."
She picks up her tablet and begins searching restaurants as I continue pounding into her from behind.
"I love you so much, Daddy," she says, smiling from ear to ear, and I wonder if that's her way of saying "I don't care that you're completely out of your mind. You're mine, and I love all the crazy things you do."
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