I flip you over and spread your legs, leaning my body over yours. My arms rest on either side of your head. My stiff cock lies between your thighs, taunting your exposed Pussy.

“Should I put it in?” I whisper teasingly with a bite of my lip.

“Yes please,” you reply.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, daddy. I’m sure.” Your eyes look up at me with a pleading desire.

Your use of the honorific title brings a smile to my face. It stirs a feeling of pride within me. I smile excitedly at you, thinking about how lucky I am to have someone who looks upon me with such reverence. I grab the base of my cock and line myself up. You can feel my tip graze between your lips.

“You let daddy know when you need to cum, okay? Don’t forget to ask permission.”

You nod your head up and down. Your eyes are sure not to leave the sight of my throbbing penis. You watch as I gently grind against you, allowing my tip to reach across your clit. Then, I bring myself back down to your entryway. You cannot help but get the sense that I am thoroughly enjoying teasing you.

Suddenly, my weight leans in. The edge of my tip begins its descent. I release the base of my cock and resume my hand’s place beside your head, which causes a shift in my weight. My hips ease forward, sending my fully erect penis into you. Your walls spread in acceptance of my cock. You can feel the veins traversing your insides. A set of gentle moans are pulled from your lips.

I press deeper, deeper, deeper until my hips meet yours. The full length of my shaft is completely enveloped by your Pussy. I pull back, bringing my tip toward your opening. You can feel the pain and tension preparing to ease. For a moment, you think I am gonna pull out.

But then, I thrust forward, tearing my dick toward your cervix. My cock quickly finds itself lodged in the back of your Pussy. You whimper in response as I hook my lower torso, reaching my hard cock deep into your gut. I hold myself there, clearly enjoying the mess of moans that you let out. Then, I reel myself in, winding up for another set of pummeling hits.

I thrust, then pull back, thrust, then pull back, establishing an aggressive rhythm. I stare down at you with a powerful, unspoken command. My pleasure-riddled face smirks haughtily in your direction. You almost hate to admit it, but seeing that look on my face adds to your excitement. My hips glide into you, sending shots of pleasure through you. Your body shakes in enjoyment as I grunt and heave with each pounding hit.

“You’re so–fucking–sexy,” I let out with a series of stabbing moans.

A clapping sound forms between our bodies. My cock exudes a throbbing warmth; you can feel it swelling inside you. I take hold of your legs and bring them up so that your calves rest against my shoulders. Your body is forced to roll back in order to give me the proper thrusting leverage. My weight presses down on you. My arms rest near your head. And my hips shoot forward as I hammer away, viciously sending my cock to the deepest reaches of your gut. The leverage, the angle, the sensations–they’re overwhelming. You can feel your mind slipping away.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. I’m so closeee,” you moan.

My voice replies with a testosterone-fueled aggression. “That’s a good girl. Moan for me. Moan for daddy.”

“Ah, ahh, fuckkk!” you cry out.

“That’s right. Who do you–fucking–belong to?”

Your whimpering voice fails to form a meaningful reply.

Impatient and unsatisfied by your lack of a coherent response, I send a set of hammering hits into you. “Who–do–you–BELONG TO?” my voice intensifies.

“Youuu. I belong to youuu.”

“YOU WHAT!?” I yell, slapping the underside of your Ass. “SAY IT RIGHT, PRINCESS!”

“Youuu, sirrr,” you reply, moaning erratically. “Please let me cummm!”

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl.” I flash a devilish grin, bringing my fingers to your clit. I rub back and forth, sending electric sensations through your limbs. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. My cock nests deeper inside you. Our jaws drop simultaneously. “Oh fuckkk,” we moan together as the floodgates prepare to open.

Warm ropes of cum erupt inside of you. Your voice cries out in pleasure, whimpering as I pump you full of my juices. “Oh my goddd. Fuckkk,” I groan, shoving my cock as far back as I can. You can feel my body melting against yours, leaning on you for support. But through fogged brain activity, I attempt to maintain a rhythm on your clit, rubbing side to side.

Your whole body shakes around me. Your head wrenches back. Tension mounts inside of you, building and building until it comes crashing down in a grandiose explosion. Fluids stream from your Pussy, coating my cock. The liquid squirts onto my thighs. Your face strains as your screams shoot across the room. Fractals fill your vision. The culmination of surrounding feelings recursively shatters your overstimulated mind. You can feel my tip throbbing, releasing the last of its juices to you. But at the same, you cannot feel or make sense of anything.

Overhead, I wear a breathless smile, watching over you. And you are barely able to comprehend my words. “That’s a good girl. You did so good for daddy.”