Doctor Daddy’s Slutty Little by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trent

She had done it… She achieved the impossible, and, unless I fucked her right then and there, I was going to cum in my jeans. At first, I didn’t think she was going to make it. The most Cynthia had ever endured was five, and she always got titty fucked after I slapped those luscious mounds around as punishment for tapping out early. Kristina, on the other hand, hadn’t given up, and she took her punishment in stride. I groaned as I tossed her to the bed.

“On your back,” I demanded as I watched her hit the bed, bouncing just a little as I approached. I took off my shirt and stalked towards her as she scooted up the bed. “Get back here…” I grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her back towards me before unbuttoning my jeans and letting them drop to my ankles. “Get that pretty mouth up here and accept your reward.”

Kristina smirked as she sat up and, after freeing my cock from my underwear, wrapped her tiny hands around it.

“It’s still exactly how I remember it,” she said, a look of satisfaction on her face. “God, I missed you.”

“Enough already,” I growled in annoyance. Realizing that she was playing me like a fiddle, I flipped her over onto her belly and yanked her to her knees. “You want to play around? Fine but you’re mine now. I’m claiming you and that’s final.” With that, I rubbed the head of my cock on her opening, and she shuddered as I looked at the red welts left by the belt.

They weren’t anything major. With the proper care, they’d be gone in about a day. I didn’t care at that point, though. I wasn’t meant to be played. No, I was the Daddy, and she was my Little. I was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget. Pressing hard into her, I entered her with force.

She cried out in delight as I slid into her, occupying her with as much ease as I had before when she was last mine. I moaned as I came to a stop, having reached my limits within her. She was so warm, wet, and inviting, and I was going to enjoy this deeply. I withdrew, almost pulling out completely, then shoved it back in. The force behind my thrust was enough to make her cry out as if I had just entered her, and I chuckled as I occupied her again.

“You really think it was a good idea to tease Daddy?” I demanded as I pulled back out, making my movement slow and deliberate. “You like teasing Daddy, knowing full well that Daddy doesn’t like being teased?” I slammed into her again, grunting as I railed into her full force, and she cried out again. “Do you?” My thrusts grew more drawn out and forceful. “Do you?” She cried out, and I felt her clench around me, yet she refused to use the safe word. It excited me all the more and I gathered all her hair in my fist and yanked her head back. “You’re mine…”

Her ragged breath was audible and intoxicating as I pressed myself into her, forcing her onto her belly. “I will not be teased. Am I understood?” I didn’t move for fear that she was enjoying this torment more than I wanted her to. I wanted her to apologize for teasing me and beg for mercy.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I understand.” I smiled as I rested on hand on her shoulder, still gripping her hair, and the other on her hips, holding her steady as I repositioned myself.

“Good girl,” I said as I smiled down at her perfect body. She was truly intoxicating, and I wanted to fuck her until I collapsed from exhaustion. “Don’t you ever forget it.” With that, I slammed into her again, and she cried out as I set to work, pounding into her with the speed and intensity that I had been wanting to use from the start.

Her moans echoed through the room as I fucked her as hard as I could. I wasn't going to stop until she was a puddle of pleasure beneath me, and the excitement continued to grow in me as I slammed into her. All the while Kristina cried out, moaning and groaning as if she was dying of pleasure, her body clutched at me, but I didn’t stop and I let her cling to me. It was better to prolong her climax and get to mine. It was all part of the pleasure with the pain.

“Harder, Daddy,” she moaned after several minutes, and I stopped and looked down at her.

“What?” I asked in disbelief. “What did you say?” She looked over her shoulder at me.

“Harder, please, Daddy,” she pleaded. “I want to cum.” I kissed her delicate skin, pleasure washing over me.

“As you wish, Princess,” I said, slamming into her, working harder than I’ve ever worked in my life.

I wanted to make her cum… She was so perfect for me, and my climax continued to threaten to burst inside me. No, I had to give her what she wanted. She deserved it… I grunted and collapsed onto her as my cock erupted, squirting my hot seed into her warm, accepting body. She cried out as her body finally clung to me, sucking me dry. I panted as I kissed her skin.

“I love you, Kristina,” I told her trembling form. Her face was concealed by the curtain of hair in her face as she looked over at me.

“I love you, too, Daddy,” she breathed, and we both fell asleep where we were.