Dirty Daddy(241)

“No, I won’t be the end of you,” he says with a chuckle, running his hand up my side. “You’re woman enough to take it.” I turn to him, a tender smile on my lips.

“Yes… And I’m your woman, Lance,” I tell him, enjoying the sound of the words on my mouth. He smiles back at him, gently, and brushes his hand against my cheek.

“I’m lucky I found you,” he says, running his hand through my hair. “You’re… perfect.” My heart melts at his words. Here he is, a 21-year-old with the world at his feet… He has his whole future ahead of him, and there are countless young hot women throwing themselves at his feet… And yet, here he is with me, whispering me promises of love. By the time I turned 36, I had almost given up on love; I never expected for it to come knocking at my door like this, in the shape of someone almost young enough to be my son.

“We’re perfect,” I correct him, softly brushing my lips against his and running my tongue over them.

“We are,” he agrees. Then, looking into my eyes, his smile turns into the Devil’s grin. “And do you know what’s also perfect? What I’m about to do to you.” He sits up on the bed and I do the same; he grabs me by the waist and makes me go on all fours, kneeling behind me. He squeezes my cheeks gently, his long fingers over my ass. Then I hear him hold his breath and I brace for impact: he smacks me hard with the back of his hand, my cheeks bouncing as he touches me. He does it over and over again, the loud sound of his smacks filling the whole room. The sharp pain makes me grit my teeth, but it makes me ache for his touch even more… There really is something to be said about using pain to cause pleasure.

Stopping, he runs the tip of his middle finger over the length of my crack, stopping right before my asshole. I sway my hips from side to side, urging him to go on, and he presses his fingertip over it. My insides clench and, a heartbeat after that, he starts to slide his finger in, slowly prodding my insides.

“Mm,” I moan, my mind numbed by the feeling.

“This right here,” he says, sliding his finger in and out of my ass, “it’s mine. It’s mine and I want it.” The tone of his voice leaves no room for doubts: he’s going to take my ass, and I don’t have a say about it. Which suits me just fine, knowing that he wants to fuck me there is enough to make me desperate for it. My cheeks become flushed as I think about it, and there’s a deep sense of urgency inside of me. It’s high time to feel his cock inside my ass. “But you have to beg for me to do it.”

I don’t even need for him to say it twice.

“I want you…” He twists his finger inside of me, and I gasp. I have to take a deep breath before I can continue. “I want you to fuck me… I want you to fuck my ass. Please.”

“Good,” he whispers, leaning forward. He takes his finger out of my ass, and grabbing his cock, rubs it along my crack, moving his glans so that it’s pressing against my hole. A needle of anxiety prickles my mind then—is he going to fit? Is it going to hurt? I mean, to have a cock as huge as his inside of my ass… It’s already an impressive feat to have him inside my pussy. “Don’t worry,” he says, almost as if he could read my mind, “I’ll take it slow.”

“I trust you,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder at him. He winks mischievously at me, and I close my eyes, looking down at the mattress as I prepare for it. His cock is still drenched in my fluids so, as he presses it against my ass, I feel the tip sliding in, stretching me wide. “Oh, God!” I gasp, his thickness straining to get in. “Oh, God!” It’s almost too much for me to bear, but I don’t want him to stop. I want his cock all in me, stretching me wide and fucking me in such a way that I won’t be able to sit up straight for days. This is going to be intense.

He takes his time, sliding inch by inch as slowly as he can. I moan all the way, a thunderstorm raging inside my head. Keep it together, keep it together, I think to myself, breathing heavily and trying not to pass out. This feels too good. Sure, it hurt a little as he slid it in, but the pleasure I take from it… Oh, God, the pleasure. Every woman should feel this much pleasure, at least once in their lives. You just don't know you’re alive until you have a twelve-inch cock sliding down your ass. And, right now, I’m as alive as I could be.

“Are you alright?” he asks me, almost all of his twelve inches inside of me.

“I’m… I’m…” I can’t speak, sweet Jesus. “I’m fine… Fuck me, Lance. Just fuck me.” I beg, grabbing at the sheets as I prepare for an avalanche of ecstasy to overtake me. Still moving slowly, he starts to rock his hips, making his cock slide in and out of my ass. “Fuck!” I cry out loud, my ass straining to survive his thrusts. Oh, but who cares about survival? I start to thrust back, pushing through the sweet pain and urging Lance to unleash all of his wickedness upon me. He takes the hint pretty quickly: his hands on my waist, he holds me in place as he starts to pick up the pace. I moan incoherently as he fucks me, completely destroying me. My insides are burning, the sweet drug of climax coursing through my veins.