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“Yes” He bares his teeth “Most of the on top of you like a beast This tiel That means you’ll have to ride me in and out of that pussy Show me how you’ll do it Give me a practice fuck”
Biting e colu the lap of his sweatpants I settledown until he hisses a vile curse and I do what I’m told I bury my face in the crook of his neck andwhen his lower body begins rolling in an upward rhythm to meet mine
“We need to talk about so i at my mouth
“Protection?”
“No, little girl You never need to be protected froainst me?”
“I…I don’t know”
“That’s a no Tilt your hips, press down until the top of your little slit is ridinghis instructions causesanxiously, sensation plus dance “Oh God, oh God…”
“Good girl,” he growls “Above all else, we take care of that sweet little clit, understand?”
“Yes,” I pant
“That’s what’s going toto keep you wet and horny and cli Daddy for more”
When he calls hiins inside ofinto a pyre I can barely see hias on top of hi to break, Eric sinks his teeth into the side ofme cry out at the unexpected pleasure/pain
“Panties off, Greta Get me into that pussy Now”
I’ andwith so e to reach back and strip downtoe to drag it off the re distance
“Get ainstyou into a screaht now, so help me God, you sweet, horny brat”
I cry out, e to curl ers in his waistband and draw the red sweatpants down, the breath catching in lad he drovehis erection, because I think the generous size of it would have scared me if I wasn’t so desperate So drenched and achy
“Just like we practiced, Greta,” he heaves, his body flexed in anticipation, eyes on el”
“I know, Daddy,” I whisper, rising up onhis eyes roll back in his head when I drag the s how to give hiinside ofdriven by a quest for pleasure and my worries dissipate completely, once and for all
When I’ve inched the tip of his shaft inside of s that ripple and da It’s al muscles, the stark lines of his throat that stand out more and more with every inch I slide down, down, until he’s mostly in? I think? We both look down at where our bodies are joining together, the huge trunk of his erection only halfway hidden inmy nails into his pectorals, I rock side to side, determined to take more
“Fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” he chants, sweat breaking out on his forehead, upper lip, the valley in between his pecs “Jesus, Greta, how tight is that thing?”
I lean down until our foreheads are pressed together “Tight,” I say, poutinghim capture me, pull me under into a wild, carnal kiss A filthy kiss that ainst the raging storm of lust, and before I knohat’s happened, Eric is planted co from his throat, his blues eyes nearly crazed when I draw back to meet them