Dirty Daddy(349)

“Oh my --” I don’t finish the sentence; the muscles around my throat become so tense that the words get blocked on the way up. I just throw my head back and hiss like a serpent, a sudden spasm forcing my muscles to relax and then to twitch as if I’m being shocked. There’s a high voltage current running through my body right now, my veins and arteries its conductor. “OH GOD!” I finally manage to say, shouting it at the top of my lungs as my pussy tightens up around his shaft like a vice.

I stop moving for a few seconds, catching my breath and relishing the way his naked body feels when against mine.

“You’re one of a kind, Fiona,” Danny whispers, taking one hand to my face and stroking my cheek softly. I look back at him, not really knowing what to say, and so I just smile. Who’d have known I’d hear these words from Danny Manning?

“Now…” I whisper back at him, “are you ready for your prize?”

“My… prize?”

“You won the game, you deserve something special,” I say, raising my hips and taking his cock out of me. I roll to the side and putting both hands and knees on the bench, I go on all fours. “What're you waiting for?” I ask him, looking back at him over my shoulder.

“Are you sure?” he asks, but he’s already positioning himself behind me, that wild hunger in his eyes.

“More than sure… I want you to have me. To have all of me,” I say, wiggling my ass back at him.

“What you want, you get.” He places both his hands on my cheeks and then spreads them wide; then, using one hand, he grabs his cock and starts brushing its tip against my pussy. “But I’m not done with your pussy,” he says, and with that he thrusts. I let out one wild scream as his shaft flies all the way in, his thrust so harsh that it almost rips me in half.

“Fuck,” I groan as he starts to thrust, no build-up to his rhythm this time, he just goes hard from the start, completely demolishing my pussy. “Harder,” I find myself thrusting back at him and allowing the sound of flesh on flesh to lull me into a trance. I go deeper down into a dream-like state and, by the time another orgasm explodes inside of me, I don’t even know if I’m still conscious.

“Now…” he starts, taking his cock out of my pussy and brushing it up and down the length of my crack, “are you ready for this?” He presses the tip of his cock against my hole, and my heart tightens up inside my chest. Ready? No way. But I want it all the same; I push my ass back at him, and I can’t help but let out one scream as I feel his first inch stretching my ass as it goes in.

“Oh, God,” I gasp as he keeps on pushing his shaft inside my ass, my inner walls hugging his thickness so tightly I don’t even know how he’s inside of me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he tells me, pushing his cock all the way down. He stops for a long second, savoring my tight ass, and then he slides back out. Slowly, he builds up a rhythm, rocking his hips against me as my insides try to accommodate him. I can’t believe that I’m actually doing this; I’ve never let a man take my ass, and now I have a twelve-inch cock in there. Remember what I said about limits being shattered? Yeah, this is what I was talking about.

“Harder… Harder…” I moan, slowly moving my body and trying to match the growing rhythm of his thrusts. My insides are on fire, and this time it’s so intense that I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Guided by instinct, I take one to my stomach and then slide it down to my pussy, using two fingers to rub on my clit. I do it in abandonment, my body obeying to some higher power that commands me to drive straight to the edge of pleasure. Which, of course, is exactly what I do.

“HARDER!” I scream, closing my eyes as tears of pleasure stream down my face. I’m grinding my teeth against each other, my jaw so tense I bet I could chew through steel right now. Obeying my scream, Danny grabs me by the hips; with one foot on the floor and the other up on the bench, he rams his cock into me so hard that I almost fall forward. He goes like that until I feel that tidal wave of ecstasy coming for me once more.

How many times have I already come since we sneaked our way into the Nailers’ lock room? Fuck, I’ve lost count already. It’s kinda funny, really; I usually could tell you how many orgasms I had in a month, and now I can’t tell you how many I had during the past half an hour. It seems that sex with Danny is a constant sequence of touchdowns. He’s a man built with winning as his only purpose; on the field or between the sheets, winning is all that he’s programmed to do. And I can’t think of a purpose better than that.