Princely Passions 1(96)

Worth it, so worth it to taste the salt of his skin and the sin of our fucking so deep inside me. I grab his balls, cupping them and feeling their enormous weight even though I’ve emptied as much out of them as I can.

I pull Dominic’s cock out of my mouth with a wet popping sound, holding it and looking up at him. “Daddy, don’t tell me you have more,” I say with a pouty face.

Dominic scrapes his teeth over his lower lip and pulls me up on his lap, sitting me down on him. “I’m always ready for more,” Dominic purrs in a voice that catches in his throat. He wants me as much as I want him. If you could bottle the sexual energy in this room, the bottle would likely burst. Look, I can’t think in metaphors right now, I have the kind of horniness that makes my pussy hurt. I’m so greedy right now, aching to feel him deep inside me again.

I grind against him, feeling him in my pussy folds but not inside me. My pussy is slippery on this cock that’s covered in nothing but my drool now, and I run his cock through my pussy to get the feel of him and to oil him up with my pussy juices. I’m practically gushing a waterfall of need all over him. But that cock I need so much is achingly outside of my shivering pussy walls, and right now, my body screams that this is a problem.

Gotta fix that. I need my daddy’s enormous cock up my pussy again. I have this totally insatiable need, like an itch I know I’ll never be able to scratch. But I’m no quitter. The booze is long since out of my system, along with hurt or frustration. I’m driven by lust and that singular desire is for Dominic’s throbbing pole to be jammed back inside me as deep as I can fit him.

I bounce up and slide him back in, ramming his cock into me until it hurts and then bounce on it. I rock my body against his, my hips swaying back and forth as I build a maddening rhythm.

Squeezing my ass, hard, Dominic groans in time with my bouncing. “Fuck, your pussy is so damned tight, Daphne, and it feels like you’re going to strangle my cock. Didn’t you just cum?” There’s an air of humor in his voice, which I appreciate.

I put a hand to his chest, making my palm flat against him as I work the delicious pressure to keep bouncing on his cock so he’s spearing me deeper and harder every time. My voice is breathy when I find it. “I…have…never…cock…so…good,” I moan out, not even bothering to utter a coherent sentence. And like, fuck me, I’m not even cumming right now. I mean, sure I’m close, but I'm fucking that massive cock so good that my rational side has gone to sleep … and, really, that’s not a problem for me right now.

Dominic runs one hand up to my hair and grips it, hard, which makes me whimper. His other hand squeezes my ass again. “You like fucking like that, Daphne, don’t you? You like it when your Daddy gives you the best cock you’ve ever had?”

God, he’s so fucking cocky … but he’s so fucking right, too.

I nod, his grip in my hair making the already exaggerated move a little more desperate. This is so screwed up, because that turns me on more. So I guess today I learned not just that my ex-boyfriend is super gay, but that fucking my ex-stepfather opens a whole can of worms as far as depravity goes. My older, wiser mind really seems to like my body getting off to being defiled. Mmm, that’s good.

“Yes, daddy, defile your daughter’s pussy. I need you to fuck me hard,” I moan out the rest of the words. They burn coming out, their hotness and wrongness scorching my throat as they bubble up to the surface. The fact that it shouldn’t turn me on only makes me more turned on.

Dominic gives me the look that says, sure, we’re going to hell, but I packed our bags. Because he brings his hands down to my hips while rolling his hips and he slams his cock into me so hard that the moans are child’s play. No, he fucks up into me so hard that I scream. I scream, and then breathe hard, and that makes the sensitivity inside my pussy go up even higher.

I’m belting out his name in breathy shouts, desperate for this sensation to never end. “Dominic,” I say his name finally as I sink my fingernails into his shoulder blades, desperate to gain purchase when I feel at once like I’m being utterly impaled and my next orgasm is so close that it feels like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces. “Fuuuuck, I’m cumming!” I cry out again. I’m shaking violently, held down by his hands so I don’t rattle out of this reality.

I think I can actually feel my whole body drain, there’s so much cum and sweat exiting me that I’m damn near instantly dehydrated. My throat is scorched with a dryness and I’m pelted with arousal so hard that I can hardly get from one inhale to the next, or find my sense to exhale. My fingertips push up so I’m pressing the pads of my fingers into where my nails dug. The release brings the faintest copper scent to the air of where I dug into him. It feels so primal. I rub where I dug, feeling the heat between us and breathing deep the scent of sex-soaked air around us. I lean back, rolling my shoulders out as my tits bounce wildly, and I watch Dominic follow my breasts.