I really could get used to this.
That was the dangerous thought.
Because it was not just that he was good at it, although he absolutely was. It was that every time he touched me like this, it got easier to let go. Easier to trust him. Easier to surrender. Easier to stop trying to control what my body did and just let it react however it wanted.
And with him, my body wanted a lot.
The orgasm came fast and hard, tearing through me before I could brace for it, and I cried out into the sheets while he held me steady through it.
When he finally pulled back, I was a trembling, dripping mess.
“There you go,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Such a good girl, coming so hard on my tongue. You’re getting so good at coming for me.”
My whole body went hot at that praise.
“You’ve earned my cock now, baby.”
I felt the thick, blunt head of his cock drag through my wetness once, lining up, and then he pushed in.
I moaned into the mattress at the stretch of him.
He didn’t rush. At first he gave me one long, deliberate stroke, then another, each one forcing me wider, making me feel every thick inch claiming my pussy. Then his pace deepened, turning into a steady, powerful rhythm that kept me teetering right on the edge. Arching back for more even as I struggled to take it all.
“That’s it,” he growled, voice rough. “Take every inch of Daddy’s cock like the greedy little sub you are.”
Thrust.
“What a good little sub you are. Taking every...”
Thrust.
"I give you."
Thrust.
"Look at you, so pretty with your ass still red from my paddle."
Thrust.
“Cunt swallowing my cock.”
And then he lost some of that careful control.
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into my flesh as his thrusts turned faster, deeper, rougher. The wet, obscene sounds of him pounding into my soaked pussy filled the room. Low, filthy groans escaped him every time he buried himself to the hilt, and the raw possession in every thrust made my head spin.
He was not just fucking me. He was taking me apart with it, making sure I felt every inch of who I belonged to in that moment.
I came again around him, crying out when the force of it clamped me down tight on his cock, and he cursed low behind me and fucked me right through it, harder now, rougher, like he was chasing his own end and done pretending otherwise.
The final thrusts were almost brutal.
Then he yanked out with a guttural groan and came hot and thick across my back in heavy, pulsing ropes. The sudden splash of his cum on my skin made me gasp, the filthy heat of it marking me, dripping down my spine and between my reddened cheeks.
It should have felt filthy.
It did feel filthy.
But it also felt like something else.