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The Institute, Daddy Issues(111)

By:Evangeline Anderson


“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.