Weekend With Your Daddy:3

“Oh fuck.”

He keeps up his slow finger fucking. “You want that?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want that.” I watch the movement of the blanket, somehow just as hot as actually watching his fingers penetrate me.

“Ivy.” The rough tone of his voice lashes. “If you can manage to stay still through this movie, I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you properly.”

“What we did on the couch wasn’t a proper fucking?”

Another of those dark chuckles. “Not even close. That was just to take the edge off.”

How can any sex compare to this? Am I peaking at twenty-six, destined to spend the rest of my life mourning the fact that I’ll never meet another man who commands my pleasure the way this one does?

Shane doesn’t let me come. Not once. I’m shaking so hard, he has to pin me to his lap to keep me in place. He circles my clit slowly until the last name scrolls past and the movie returns to the menu. “Good girl.”

“Fuck you,” I grit out.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

I almost tell him to fuck off. I’m so poised on the edge, a gentle breeze might tip me over. But I want his mouth too bad to cut off my nose to spite my face. “Yes.”

“Yes…”

My face flames, but I’m too far gone to care. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Make me come all over your face.”

He exhales harshly. “Dirty, dirty girl. You want me to do all the work, is that it?”

“What?”

Shane’s already moving, shifting me off his lap, grabbing a pillow, and laying down on the footstool with his head toward the windows lining the wall that look into the backyard. He arches an eyebrow. “You want my tongue in your pussy? Get over here and ride my face.”

I scramble to obey, moving to his chest and then gasping as he lifts me up to straddle his face. With the pillow beneath his head, the angle is perfect. But he doesn’t immediately release me. “Look up.”

I obey and gasp. The windows act as mirrors, reflecting the image of us. All I can see are his massive hands at my hips and the salt and pepper of his head between my thighs.

“You like the way you look with your Daddy’s head between your thighs?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I look down at him. “I like the sight of your mouth on my pussy even more. In fact…” I feel reckless and invincible as I perch on his upper chest. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Please.”

He’s got his mouth on such an intimate part of me, yes, but also the look in his eyes. Like this is just the beginning and he’s going to do every single depraved thing he’s ever wanted to do to me.

"There go you again, expecting me to do all the work.” He gives my thigh a slap. “Ride my mouth, Ivy. Ride it hard and dirty and I’ll let you have my cock again.”

I’ve been on the edge too long. I barely get to enjoy this moment before I’m coming. I grind down on his mouth and Shane meets me halfway, shoving his tongue inside me like he wants to lick up every bit of my orgasm.

I slump down, and this time, there is no tenderness for me. He scoops me up and marches up the stairs to his bedroom. He doesn’t even bother to shut the door before he has me on the bed, his mouth on mine. I shove at his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Lie still and spread your legs.”

I immediately obey. I’ve seen Shane without his shirt, of course. He spent nearly as much time in his pool the last two summers as I have. He’s honestly got a better body than Max does.

Then he takes off his pants and I forget to breathe. Seeing his cock without all the clothing to distract me makes it seem even larger.

He crawls back onto the bed and settles between my thighs, giving me one long drugging kiss. I start to wrap my legs around his waist, but he pushes them wide again.

I stare dazedly at him, hating the distance between us, small though it is. “I need you.”

“You will have me.” But he’s got a strange sort of look on his face, dark and possessive. Shane leans back and takes his cock in his hand. We both watch as he circles the head over my clit. “That feels good doesn’t it, baby girl.”

“Yes,” I moan. I can barely keep my eyes open. My chest is heaving, my legs shaking. There’s been too much pleasure in too short a time and I’m in danger of having an out of body experience. Maybe that’s why it takes me a moment to notice that he’s dipped his cock down to drag through my folds. Up and down, up and down, his gaze on where the broad head of him parts me with every stroke. I bite my bottom lip. “We shouldn’t. We should get a condom.”

“You’re right.” But he doesn’t stop that slow dragging motion, circling my clit and then descending again. Except this time, his broad cock presses against my entrance.

“Look at how greedy your pussy is. You’re practically pulling me in.”

I reach down, trailing my fingers over my sweat-slicked stomach and lower to where the head of his cock is almost, almost inside me. I make a V with my fingers and drag them over my pussy lips, pressing them around the head of him.

“Jesus fuck,” he growls.

“We really, really shouldn’t.” But I do it again. It’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough. I press my fingers to either side of his cock and lift my hips, guiding him into me the tiniest bit. “It hardly counts if it’s only this, right?”

“Baby girl.” The threat is back in his voice. “If you let my cock inside without a condom, that’s how you get it for the next three days. I’m going to pump you so full of come it’s dripping down your legs. Make sure that’s what you want.”

“But Daddy… You said we shouldn’t.” I can’t quite catch my breath. I keep stroking his cock where it’s disappearing into my pussy. Just the head, just the tip, just enough that I can’t take it back. I roll my body, fucking that part of him while he holds perfectly still.

“Ivy, you’re trying my patience.”

“Look at us,” I whisper. “Look how wide you spread me, how wet you make me.” I roll my hips. “Do you really want to stop?”

“No, baby girl. I don’t want to stop.” But he still doesn’t move, still staring at his cock in my pussy as if the sight torments him. Shane finally looks up. “You better be careful. You keep acting like the perfect little slut, and I’m liable to keep you.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, to even comprehend his words. He simply drives his cock the rest of the way into me. Once. Twice. A third time. And then he’s gone, flipping me onto my stomach like I’m a doll built for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

He yanks my hips into the air and then he’s inside me again, fucking away all thoughts of should and shouldn’t.

Shane’s hand lands on the mattress and his right hand snakes down my stomach to press against my clit. “I should make a video and send to my piece of shit son. Show him how you like to be fucked. Show him what he’s never going to have again.”

Maybe I should feel bad about the thought of Max seeing a video of me riding his father’s cock. I don’t. It fills me with a fierce joy that borders on rage. Apparently Shane’s feeling it, too. He slams into me harder, driving me to grind on his palm.

“It’s not his pussy anymore, is it?”

“No,” I gasp.

“That’s right. Not his pussy at all.” He bites my neck. “Tell me who your pussy belongs to, Ivy.”

"It’s your pussy, Daddy.”

“And I’m fucking you bare, aren’t I? My big cock stretching you wide. Your tight little cunt taking every single fucking inch.” He growls against my neck. “You feel so good, baby girl. All wet and slippery and made just for me.”

I should put a stop to this possessive talk. This is only for the weekend, after all. It wasn’t even supposed to be that long. But I don’t want to. He makes me feel fucking priceless when he’s saying these things, and I’m suddenly terribly afraid that I’ll never get enough.

“Fill me up, Daddy.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, only that I want this feeling to go on forever. Wicked. Dirty. Fucking filthy. “Fill me up with your come.”

“Dirty. Little. Slut.” Each word is punctuated by a savage thrust. He grinds into me and I swear I can feel his cock jerk as he comes.

“Once more. One more time and you can rest.”