Weekend With Your Daddy: 4

Shane keeps thrusting as if he’s got nowhere better to be than balls deep inside me. “I like watching my cock disappear into your pussy. It feels good to be full, doesn’t it, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I moan.

His voice is pure sin. “Almost like being fucked by two cocks.” He spreads my cheeks and then he’s shifting the plug he had inserted into my ass earlier, easing it in and out of me. “But you don’t get two cocks, my little slut. You get mine, and it will be enough because I’m your fucking Daddy.”

I’m writhing on his cock with nowhere to go. “Please fuck my ass. Please.”

And then the plug is gone and he’s easing out of me. He presses something to my hand and I blink at the wand vibrator. “Use this when I tell you.” He urges my hips up. “Relax.”

“You relax when you’re about to have a giant cock in your ass,” I mutter.

He gives my ass a light slap and then he’s spreading lube all over me. I instinctively tense as the feeling of the broad head of his cock. Shane smooths one hand over my hip and up my back.

“Relax, baby girl. Trust me.”

I try to obey. I expect pain as the head of his cock eases past my entrance, and it does burn a bit, but it’s nowhere near the level I thought it would be. I shift a little and Shane’s hand tightens on my hip. “Easy.”

“More,” I demand.

He eases in a bit more and gives a slow, short thrust. “We good?”

I didn’t expect to like this. I really didn’t. I should know better by now. It’s completely different than when he’s in my pussy, but it feels weirdly good. “More,” I say again.

“Use the vibrator.”

It takes me a second to get it on and then I position the broad head of it against my clit. “Oh fuck.”

“Mmm.” He has both hands on my ass now, holding me open as he slowly penetrates me. “We’re almost there, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.”

“You do, too.” I have to fight not to shake. “I’m going to come with your cock in my ass like a little slut, aren’t I?”

Shane’s hips meet my ass and he exhales slowly. “Yes. That’s exactly what you’re going to do.” He bears me down to the mattress, his big body covering mine. He kisses the back of my neck, my shoulder, my spine. “You are so fucking perfect, Ivy.”

He starts to fuck my ass. It’s nowhere near as rough as he’s been literally every time we’ve had sex, but it feels like I’m being invaded over and over again.

I flick the vibrator onto a stronger setting and moan. “Make me come, Daddy.”

“That’s why you have the vibrator,” he snaps.

I can’t help moving, can’t help thrusting back onto his cock as the vibrator presses against my clit. I want to do more than submit. I want to fuck him right back. “Oh god, Shane. You feel so good. Oh, fuck.”

“Say it.” He sounds like the devil himself on my shoulder. “You know you want to, baby girl. Say it again.”

I don’t even hesitate. I’m too out of my mind with pleasure. “I love you!”

He thrusts harder into my ass. “Again.”

“I love you.” And then I’m coming so hard I’m sobbing.

Shane presses me hard down on the vibrator. “Don’t stop.”

He eases out of my ass and I whine even as I shift the setting down to a more rumbling vibration, too needy to stop yet. I listen to him walk into the bathroom.

I rub myself on the vibrator, feeling absolutely out of control. My entire being boils down to more, more, more. I don’t even hear him come back.

One second I’m working on teasing another orgasm from myself and the next I’m flipped onto my back and the vibrator is ripped from my hands. Shane turns it off and tosses it aside. He looks down at me and strokes my throbbing clit with his thumb. “Say it again, Ivy.”

But I’m not on the edge the same way I was before. I bite my bottom lip. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He braces himself over me and rubs the head of his cock over my clit. “We both know it means everything.”

Fear is almost enough to derail me, but that wicked feeling of the head of his cock against my clit makes it impossible to grasp. “Shane, please.”

He pulls me up and fists the fabric of my wadded up dress, using it to guide me to straddle him, facing away.

I ease down onto his cock and moan. “This position feels really good.”

“I know it does.” He keeps a tight hold on my dress, the fabric digging into my skin. “Ride me, Ivy. Now.”

I move slow, testing out all the angles. And then I look back over my shoulder and find his gaze glued on my ass.

“You like what you see.”

“I love what I see.” He urges me up and slams me back down. “Focus. Make yourself come, baby girl. You know you can go again.”

I don’t even question it. I brace my hands on his big thighs and work myself up and down his cock. “You feel so fucking good. I want you to come and fill me up.” I moan. “Fuck, I want you to come all over me.”

Shane shifts behind me, sitting up and dragging us back so he can lean against the headboard. He grips my throat lightly with one hand and presses his other to my clit. Not stroking. Letting me grind against him each time I move on his cock.

“Next time you suck my cock,” he growls in my ear. “Next time I’m going to come all over your pretty face. Or maybe I’ll come on your breasts.”

“Yes.” I’m mindlessly working myself onto his cock. More, more, more. I need more. I don’t even care. I feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when I’m with him. I don’t understand it, but I can’t stop.

I barely register the squeaky step of the stairs. The sound of footsteps in the hallway. I lean back hard on Shane. I’m so close. So fucking close, and this feels even bigger than the last few. Like it might actually kill me, but what a way to die.

“Your cock is so big, Daddy. I’m going to come all over it.”

And that’s when my Max appears in the doorway. We didn’t bother to shut the door when we came upstairs, so he’s just there.

I meet Max’s eyes as I’m sat on his father’s cock.