“You can have more, Babygirl,” he murmured, his eyes blazing. “You can have as much as you want—as much as you can take. Come down all the way now but do it slowly.”
I did as he said, lowering myself onto him as inch after thick inch of his long shaft slid into me. At last I felt the broad head of his cock kiss the mouth of my womb and I knew he was as deep inside me as he could possibly go.
“Oh, Papa,” I moaned as I settled fully into his lap. “Oh God, you’re all the way in me now—so deep inside me!”
“Mmm, so I am.” Salt reached between us and spread my pussy lips, showing the place where we were joined. I bit my lip at the erotic sight of his thick shaft spreading me so wide and penetrating me to the hilt.
“Oh,” I whispered.
“Look at what a good girl you are, mishka,” Salt told me, looking up and stroking my cheek. “Look at how you took all of your Papa’s big cock deep in your tight little cunt.”
“God, Papa,” I whispered, putting my arms around his neck. “It feels so good to have you so deep inside me. Are…are you going to fuck me now?”
“No.” Salt kissed me tenderly. “Now I will make love to you—we will make love together,” he murmured. “Look into my eyes, mishka. Look at your Papa while you ride his cock.”
“Papa,” I whispered and then he began to move in a slow, hip-rolling rhythm that made me moan every time his cock thrust home inside me.
Keeping my eyes locked with his, I braced myself against his broad shoulders and tried to meet him thrust for thrust. Tried to be open enough for his thickness as he fucked me—as he claimed me completely.
The pleasure went on and on, building as Salt thrust inside me. We worked in silence for a time, finding each other’s rhythm, learning each other’s bodies in a way that was completely new and utterly amazing. Salt watched me the whole time, his eyes trained on my face as he filled me. I loved feeling all of his attention centered on me—knowing that we were finally giving ourselves to each other in the way both of us had longed to do for so long.
“That’s right, my darling,” Salt murmured as he thrust slowly into me. “Open all the way for me. Open your sweet little pussy wide to take all of your Papa’s cock.”
“I…I’m trying,” I whispered, spreading my legs a little wider. “Get into me deep, Papa—I want to feel you all the way inside me.”
“And that is where I want to be when I come. Tell me, mishka,” he murmured. “Do you want your Papa to come deep in your pussy?”
“Yes, Papa,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders tighter. “Yes, please—I want that so bad.”
“I can almost feel your tight little pussy sucking the cream right out of me,” he groaned, still thrusting inside me. “You are so very tight, my darling. And such a good girl to let your Papa come inside you.”
His constant stream of dirty talk and the feeling of his thickness filling me over and over was pushing me towards the edge all over again. Then Salt upped the game by finding my throbbing clit with his thumb.
“Oh!” I gasped as I felt him start to slip the broad pad of his thumb over and around my swollen bud. “Oh, Papa!”
“Are you close, mishka?” he asked, his deep voice hoarse with desire. “Are you close to coming all over your Papa’s cock?”
“Yes,” I whispered and as I spoke, I felt the orgasm spilling over me, drenching me in pleasure like warm honey. “Oh God, yes—Papa, yes, I’m coming.”
“I can feel you, Babygirl,” he groaned, his hand tightening on my hip. “Can feel you coming with my cock buried so deep inside you.”
“You come too,” I begged him. “Come with me, Salt.”
“Andi,” he groaned and crushed me to him. I moaned in his ear as I felt him throb inside me.
And then he was coming too, coming hard and spurting deep in my pussy—claiming me forever as his. His Babygirl, his partner, his lover, his friend…his mishka and his Andi. I was his—his completely and there was no one else I would rather belong to than my partner who was also my Papa.
Epilogue
“I still don’t understand why you wanted me to dress like this.” I looked down at the frilly blue party dress my partner had brought home for me to wear to wherever our Valentine’s Day date was being held.