Chapter 18
Hannah
His eyes locked with mine as he took control, his hands guiding my hips up and down his length. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear, but I couldn’t look away.
“Your pussy was made for my cock,” he growled, one hand coming up to wrap around my throat. He didn’t squeeze, just held it there, a reminder of his dominance.
“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed breathlessly.
Without warning, he flipped us over, never disconnecting our bodies. I found myself on my back, legs spread wide as he loomed over me.
“Now I’m gonna fuck you properly,” he said, his voice dark with promise.
He hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half, and began to pound into me with abandon. The new position let him go impossibly deeper, his big cock stretching me to my limits.
“Fuck! Oh god!” I cried out, my hands clutching desperately at the sheets.
“That’s it, baby. Take this cock. Take all of it.” His words were punctuated by the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin.
My breasts bounced wildly with each thrust. He leaned down to capture one nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make me
scream.
“Your
pussy is fucking soaked,” he growled against my skin. “You love this, don’t you? Love being used like a little fuck doll.”
“Yes! Yes, I love it!” I admitted shamelessly, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.
He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit and pressing down hard. The dual stimulation was too much.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, feeling the pressure building to an unbearable point
“Not yet,” he commanded, removing his thumb. “You cum when I say you can.”
I whimpered in frustration, teetering on the edge with no release.
“Beg for it,” he demanded, slowing his pace to torturous, shallow thrusts:
“Please,” I gasped. “Please let me cum, Daddy.”
“Not good enough.” He pulled out completely, leaving me empty and aching.
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Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up, positioning me on my hands and knees. He slammed back into me from behind, the new angle making me scream.
His pace was relentless, each thrust pushing me further up the bed until I had to brace myself against the headboard. One of his hands snaked around to find my clit again, rubbing it in tight circles.
“Please let me cum, Daddy..I begged, tears of frustration streaming down my face. “I need it so b bad. Please, please, please!”
“Cum for me, baby,” he finally permitted. “Cum all over this cock.”
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My pussy clamped down on him as waves of pleasure crashed through my bady, I screamed his name, my ams giving out as I collapsed face–first into the pillows.
He didn’t slow down, fucking me through my orgasm and straight into another one. My entire body shook, overwhelmed by sensation.
I couldnt even scream anymore,
e, just gasped desperately for air as my pussy spasmed around his cock.
His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks as he slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. I felt his cock pulse Inside me as he came with a primal groan that sounded like it was ripped from his chest.
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“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, his body jerking against mine.
For a man who’d been so controlled, watching him lose it completely was weirdly satisfying. He collapsed on top of me, into the mattress. I could barely breathe, but I didnt care.
his weight pressing me
After a minute, he rolled off me, disposing of the condom in a wastebasket beside the bed. We both lay there panting, staring at the ceiling. My legs felt like jelly, and I wasn’t sure I could walk if I tried.
He turned to look at me, a smug smile on his face. “You good?”
“I think you broke me,” 1 admitted, trying to move my legs and wincing at the soreness between my thighs.
He laughed, a genuine sound that transformed his face. For a moment, he looked younger, less intimidating. “You’ll survive. Might walk funny
tomorrow.”
“Worth it, I muttered, then immediately wanted to kick myself for stroking his already massive ego.
His smile widened as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at me. “Damn right, it was worth it. Best pussy I’ve had in years.”
“Do you always talk this much after sex?”
“Only when I’m planning round two,” he replied, his hand sliding up my thigh-
I yelped in surprise. “Already? Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. His fingers found my still–sensitive clit, making me jerk. “But first, I need a drink. Want one?”
I nodded, grateful for the reprieve. My pussy needed a minute to recover from the pounding it had just taken.
He climbed out of bed, completely comfortable in his nakedness. I couldn’t help but admire the view as he walked out of the bedroom. His ass was as perfect as the rest of him, muscular and tight.
I pulled the sheet up to cover myself. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, I felt suddenly self–conscious.
He returned with two glasses, handing me one before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Don’t,” he said, tugging at the sheet. “I want to look at you.”
Reluctantly, I let the sheet drop. His eyes roamed over my naked body with obvious appreciation.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, taking a sip of his whiskey.
I followed suit, wincing slightly at the burn.
“So,” he said casually, “what made you decide to try sugar dating?”
The question caught me off guard. I took another sip to buy time, considering my answer. I wasn’t about to tell him about my pathetic bank balance or the mountain of debt crushing me.
“Just wanted to try something different,” I lied, avoiding his eyes.
“Bullshit,” he said, but he was smiling. “Let me guess. Money problems?”
I shrugged, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. “Does it matter?”
“Not really.” He drained his glass and set it aside. “As long as we both get what we want.”
“And what exactly do you want?” I asked, emboldened by the whiskey and the incredible sex we’d just had.
“I want a beautiful woman in my bed whenever I call. Someone who’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want to her gorgeous body. He reached out
to brush his thumb across my lower lip. “Someone who calls me Daddy and takes my cock like she was made for it.”
My pussy clenched at his words, already wanting him again despite the soreness.
Think you can handle that?” he asked, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made my insides turn liquid.
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“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the words coming naturally now,
