Daddy’s Office Punishment (part 4)

I sank down onto him in one slow, continuous motion.

The stretch forced a long, broken moan out of my throat.  

“Ahh—ffuuuck… Daddy…”

Richard’s hands clamped on my hips, guiding me until every thick inch was buried inside me again. I could feel the wet heat of his earlier cum still inside, making everything slicker, filthier. My forehead dropped against his. Our mouths were so close that every shaky breath mixed.

“Move,” he said, voice low and rough. “Ride it. Show me how badly you still need it.”

I lifted my hips and dropped back down. The wet, heavy sound of my cunt taking his cock filled the quiet office. I did it again, harder. Then again. My hands braced on his shoulders as I started to bounce, rolling my hips at the bottom of every stroke so the head of his cock dragged against the spot that made my vision blur.

“Ohhh—ohhh god—nnngh—”

Moans spilled out of me without control. Soft at first, then louder, higher, broken by the force of each downward thrust. My blouse hung open. My bra was still shoved beneath my tits so they bounced freely with every movement. Richard leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, hard, teeth grazing, while his hands gripped my ass and helped me fuck myself deeper onto him.

“That’s it,” he growled against my skin. “Take it. Use Daddy’s cock like the desperate little slut you’ve been all day.”

“I am—ahh fuck—I am desperate—I’ve been empty since last night—I needed this so bad—”

I rode him harder. The leather couch creaked under us. The wet slap of my skin meeting his grew louder, filthier. Every time I sank down, a fresh trickle of his cum and my own juices leaked out around his cock and ran down his balls. I could feel it. I could hear it.

Richard’s hand slid between us. His thumb pressed against my clit and rubbed tight, merciless circles in time with my movements. The dual sensation ripped a sharp cry from my throat.

“Daddy— Daddy I’m gonna come—”

“Not yet.”  

He gripped my hips and forced me to slow down, almost stopping me completely. Only the head of his cock stayed inside me, stretching my entrance while I trembled and whimpered above him. “You come when I say. You stay right here on the edge until I decide you’ve earned it.”

I tried to push down. His hands held me still. The denial made my eyes sting. A broken, needy sound left me.

“Please—please let me come on it—I need it—I’ll do anything—”

“Anything?” His eyes were dark, locked on mine. “Then fuck yourself on my cock exactly how I tell you. Slow. Deep. And keep those eyes open.”

I obeyed.  

I lowered myself inch by inch until he was buried again, then lifted until only the head remained, then sank back down just as slowly. The control it took made my thighs shake. Moans kept spilling out of me — low, continuous, desperate — every time the thick ridge of his cock dragged against my walls.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s my good girl. Look at how well this cunt takes me.”

He let me keep the slow pace for what felt like forever, until I was shaking with the need to come, until tears of pure frustration and lust gathered at the corners of my eyes. Only then did his hands tighten on my ass.

“Now take it hard.”

I slammed down.  

The force of it knocked a loud, raw moan out of me. I started riding him in earnest, fast, deep, chasing the orgasm he had been denying me. The couch protested. The wet, filthy sound of my pussy swallowing his cock over and over filled the entire office. My tits bounced. My moans turned into open, continuous cries.

“Ahh—ahh fuck—Daddy—your cock feels so good—I’m so full—please please please—”

Richard thrust up to meet me, matching my rhythm, driving even deeper. One hand stayed on my ass; the other returned to my clit, rubbing hard and fast. The pressure built so violently that my whole body tensed.

“Come,” he ordered. “Come all over Daddy’s cock. Let me feel it.”