My heart hammers as I slip beneath the sheet.
I can hear the water trickling from the shower in the ensuite. He’ll be done any second.
I lay face down and pull the sheet up over me so that my head and chest are hidden beneath it while my bare, hairless ass is fully exposed. I stick a powder blue gift bow to my left cheek and place a small tube of lube down on the bed next to me.
We haven’t spoken since the night of their anniversary. Not about what happened. Not in words.
But I know he liked it. I know because of his reply to my text. A devil emoji… grinning as though plotting the wicked deeds in its future.
So tonight, as soon as he got home and announced that Mom would be working late again, my mind began to race, frantically formulating a plan.
I hear the squeak of a tap turning and the crashing of water abruptly ceases. After a few minutes, the ensuite door opens.
I hold my breath as I wait to see what will happen next.
There are a few beats of excruciating silence before it is broken by footsteps padding slowly across the carpet.
And then I hear it… the unmistakable sound of a towel dropping to the ground.
My chest flushes with excitement.
He trails a finger across the smooth skin of my tender, round butt before he grabs the bow and rips it violently from my ass. My cheek stings. He crumples the bow and tosses it on the floor.
Eventually I hear the tinny sound of voices and moans coming from a phone speaker. He’s turned on some porn.
I wait in heated anticipation as I picture him rubbing his cock, pumping it up.
Eventually he starts quietly grunting along with the moans in the video. My stomach flips as I hear the soft click of the lube lid.
Holy fuck. This is it.
My body buzzes with desperate desire as his strong, construction worker hands grab hold of my hips and hoist my ass into the air, so that my cunt is level with his cock.
He lines himself up, using his bell end to smear some lube onto my pussy.
“She doesn’t let me fuck her doggy style,” he says before brutally forcing his dick inside me.
“Uuugh!”
I let out an almighty grunt as he fills me with meat.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans as his cock slides deeper and deeper.
He starts pumping me slow. His pushes himself in and out, forcing apart the tight walls of my cunt. I can feel them spreading as my insides are invaded by his hefty cock.
His dick is big. The kind of big that adds a pleasurable amount of pain without being too much to handle. The perfect kind of big.
I moan.
And then he says something to me in his deep, husky voice that makes me tremble.
“You like my dick inside you, don’t you, you little slut.”
I gasp. My chest pulses with lust at the last word.
“Yes…” I moan from beneath the sheet.
“Yes, what?”
Holy fuck… is this really happening?
“Yes, daddy,” I try.
“Good boy,” he grunts.
I am overcome with carnal desire.
This is more than I could have ever hoped for, more than I’d let myself dream.
He continues to sink his dick into me, long and slow, punctuating his thrusts with hissed slurs. Each time he calls me a slut, my stomach curls with arousal.
He starts to increase the pressure and force of his gyrating hips, moaning and grunting at the added friction.
“Yes, daddy.... fuck me,” I purr.
He groans louder as I egg him on, fingers digging hard into my sides as he pulls me into him, piercing my cunt with his cock.
“Harder, daddy…” I plead.
He picks up the pace.
He fucks me from behind for over twenty minutes before he stops, panting. He rips the sheet off me and pushes me down.
“Lay down, slut. Daddy’s got a present for you.”
I do as he says and lie flat on the bed.
He climbs up and lays down fully on top of me, spreading my legs apart so he is between them. He slides his cock back inside.
He begins fucking me again, but this time the thrusts are faster, more aggressive, as though he’s able to get more traction in this position.
“Fuck, daddy!” I shout, my body aching with pleasure at the feel of him on top of me, and the fullness of his cock in my hole.
“You like that, slut?” he grunts as he pounds my pussy deep.
“Yes, daddy…” I whimper.
“Have you been a good boy?” he teases between thrusts.
“Yes, daddy, I’ve been a good boy.”
I can feel his sweat dripping all over my back. His groans and gasps are coming in quicker and higher. The intensity of his pounding is rising.
“Does my little slut boy want his present?”
I moan louder as he drills into me, writhing as he calls me a his slut. As though he owns me. As though I’m his to use whenever he pleases. Which I am.
I can feel him getting close. His thrusts have become more urgent as they drive his cock into my hole. I can feel his strong, muscular hips dig deliciously into my asscheeks and he is panting as though he is about to hyperventilate.
“Please give it to me, daddy! Give me my present!” I beg.
He fucks me ferociously, pounding into me again and again and again, letting out a loud animal grunt with each intrusion.
“Here it comes!” he shouts, his cock swelling as it punctures my pussy over and over.
At the last moment, he whips his dick out of me and grabs hold of it with his fist.
“UUUUUUUGH!” he cries as his whole body convulses, and jets of hot cum explode from his dick.
I feel it splash all over my sweaty ass. He moans like a mad person as he sprays me with jizz, a long rope of it shooting across my spine.
“Yes, daddy… soak me with cum… ” I moan.
As if spurred on by my words, his cock pulses dramatically and a fresh wave of spunk spills out. He spreads it all over my gaping hole.
He is panting, trying to catch his breath as he rubs his still-hard cock into his own cum and then slowly slides himself back inside me.
“Fuuuuck…” he groans at the ecstasy of fucking his own cum into me. After a few slow, deep, tantalizing thrusts, he eventually pulls himself out.
“Thank you, daddy,” I whisper.
His voice seems far off, as though he has disappeared into a blissed out trance-like state.
“You’re welcome. You’re a good little slut boy,” he sighs. “My little slut boy,” he adds, before getting up and heading back into the ensuite for another shower.
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