Chapter 2; Art Of Cock

“We’re just getting started, Daddy” he whispered in my ear.

A smirk spread across his lips.

“I like the sound of that moan. I’m not done with you either. I want to fuck you in all corners of this theatre,” he teased.

A shiver ran down my spine.

I chuckled breathlessly and kept moving. His balls brushed the wet entrance between my thighs as I pushed myself up and down his hard cock. The contact made my stomach tighten.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, lifting his hips as his cock plunged deeper inside me.

“Fuck… yes,” I moaned as the thick length hit deeper, making my back arch. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued thrusting faster and harder.

“Fuck,” he groaned, releasing me slightly.

He leaned back in the chair while I placed my legs on both sides of it, positioning myself between us. My thighs trembled as I balanced on the edge of the chair and continued bouncing on his cock, my body rising and falling while our rhythm matched.

“Fucking bad girl. You knew exactly what daddy’s cock needs,” he teased.

My cheeks flushed but I didn’t stop moving.

Just a few hours ago I never imagined I’d be like this—completely exposed on a stage with a man I only met yesterday.

“Fuck, baby girl… ride this cock like you own it,” he said, slapping my ass lightly.

The sharp sound echoed in the room and heat rushed through me. His grip tightened around my waist as he guided my movements, lifting me up and down his length. Each thrust pushed deeper, making my breath hitch.

My legs shook under the pressure.

Suddenly he lifted me slightly and bent me over the chair. My back arched naturally as my hands gripped the sides of the seat.

“I’m going to destroy your round ass,” he muttered, slapping me again before rubbing the spot gently.

“Fuck… ruin my ass, daddy. Please,” I gasped as he continued pushing himself deeper, the movement forcing a soft moan from my lips.

He dragged his fingers through my hair and pulled slightly, stretching my body back against his chest as he thrust his full length into me. My lips parted as another helpless sound escaped me.

“Fuck, princess… you’re so sweet,” he groaned.

He pushed my waist down further against the chair and thrust deeper, his pace growing faster and harder.

“Please… daddy… please,” I begged breathlessly.

His grip tightened around my waist, dragging me back onto him again as he continued moving inside me. Pleasure rushed through my body, making my nipples harden while my legs trembled uncontrollably.

“Fuck… your pussy is so tight around my cock,” he moaned.

His fingers slid over my chest before squeezing my nipples between them, sending another wave of sensation through me as his cock pushed even deeper.

My body rocked forward with every thrust.

“Your tits are so soft,” he murmured, squeezing them again before pulling me closer while his cock drove deeper inside me.

“Fuck, daddy,” I cried, still holding my position, my ass moving against him.

“Fuck… I’m going to come,” he groaned as both his hands squeezed my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. My ass bounced on his cock freely as the rhythm between us grew faster.

“Fuck, baby… that’s it… fuck.”

His body tensed, and he exploded inside me, his groan vibrating through my pussy.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I could fully recover, he pulled me up from the chair and dragged me into the theatre bathroom. I stumbled behind him, my legs weak, his cum slowly dripping down my thighs.

He shut the bathroom door and bent me over the zinc sink.

Our eyes met in the mirror.

“Look at that,” he murmured, his voice low. “Look at how I ruin your pussy perfectly.”

He guided the head of his cock to the entrance of my vagina. The teasing pressure made me squirm.

“Fuck… you’re still so wet,” he moaned as he slowly pushed inside me again.

He thrust in once… then withdrew.

I whined softly.

“Stop teasing… just fuck me. Please… fuck me, daddy,” I moaned.

“Naughty girl,” he muttered. “Begging for daddy’s cock.”

He grabbed my ass firmly and thrust deep into my pussy, making my breath hitch.

“Fuck… how can you be this warm and wet?” he groaned, plunging deeper.

“Because your cock feels so good,” I admitted, watching our reflection in the mirror as he continued thrusting into me.

He grabbed my neck and pushed my head back slightly. A helpless moan escaped my lips as my back arched.

“Fuck,” I gasped, tears forming at the corner of my eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

His strokes grew harder, deeper with every thrust.

“Fuck… you’re going to make me come a second time,” he groaned, gripping my ass and bouncing me on his cock.

“Then do it,” I breathed. “Fill me up again, daddy.”

My body moved with his rhythm, my ass bouncing on his hard cock.

“Fuck… you’re so sweet,” he muttered before slapping my ass again.

The sharp sting sent a wave of heat through my body.

He kept plunging into me, his cock growing harder with every thrust.

“Fuck… I’m going to come,” I cried as my body trembled.

“You’re going to come on daddy’s cock,” he said, slapping my ass once more.

The impact sent a shiver through me.

I squirmed as my body tightened around him, my pussy slick with wetness and his cum.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck,” I whimpered as my body rocked against him.

My ass bounced against his hips as he thrust deeper and deeper.

“Fuck…” I moaned as the orgasm built rapidly inside me.

“Daddy…” I cried as pleasure crashed through me, my body shaking as I came all over his cock.

He buried his head in my shoulder as both of us struggled to catch our breath.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

My chest rose and fell as I stared at our reflection in the mirror, trying to process everything that had just happened.