Chapter Four

PLEASE DADDY 

Mr. Zeal pulled my head back gently, his thick cock sliding from my swollen, spit-slick lips with a filthy wet pop. Thick strings of my drool and his precum still connected us. I was panting hard, face flushed and messy with tears, chin dripping. My pussy was aching, clenching around nothing, absolutely soaked and leaking down my thighs onto the ruined sheets.

“On your back, princess,” he growled, voice thick with need. “Daddy’s going to fuck you so slow and deep you’ll feel every fucking inch for days.”

I scrambled onto my back, legs spreading obscenely wide for him. He crawled over me, his heavy, muscular body pressing me into the mattress. The fat, throbbing head of his cock dragged slowly up and down my drenched slit, spreading my slick juices everywhere, bumping my swollen clit until I was whimpering and grinding up against him like a desperate slut.

“Please, Daddy… fill me,” I begged, voice cracking.

His dark eyes burned into mine. “Eyes on me the whole time.”

He pushed in….agonizingly slow. The thick head stretched my tight entrance wide, forcing my pussy lips to part around his girth. Inch after veiny, inch sank into me, dragging along every sensitive ridge inside my walls. I felt everything.

 My mouth dropped open in a broken moan, eyes already starting to flutter and roll as he stretched me open so completely.

“Fuuuuck… Daddy…” My pussy clenched hard around him, gripping and rippling along his length like it never wanted him to leave. I rolled my head backwards.

He paused when he was halfway in, letting me feel him throb deep inside, then kept going until his heavy balls pressed flush against my ass. 

Buried to the hilt. So deep I could feel the pressure in my lower belly. My walls fluttered and squeezed rhythmically around his thick cock, milking him instinctively.

“Shit, princess,” he groaned low, voice strained. “Your little pussy is sucking me in so tight… like it’s starving for Daddy’s cock.”

He started moving. Long, devastatingly slow strokes. Pulling out so gradually I felt every ridge and vein leaving me, leaving me empty and aching, then sliding back in even slower, grinding his hips in dirty little circles when he bottomed out. The wet, squelching sounds of my dripping cunt filled the room with every thrust. My juices coated his balls and ran down my ass in messy rivulets.

“Ahh…oh my god…” I moaned loudly, legs locking around his waist. My face was a wreck — mouth slack, drool slipping down my cheek, eyes rolling back every time he dragged over that perfect spot inside me. Sweat glistened on his chest, dripping onto my tits as he watched my every reaction with raw hunger.

He kept that torturous rhythm, never speeding up. Pulling almost all the way out, pausing, then sinking back in so deep my toes curled. My pussy kept clenching and fluttering around him uncontrollably, gripping him like a vice on every slow withdrawal and welcoming thrust.

“You feel that?” he growled against my ear, biting my lobe. “Feel how your greedy cunt is squeezing Daddy every single time I move?”

He leaned down and sucked hard on my nipple, tongue flicking it while one hand reached between us to rub my swollen clit in the exact same slow, relentless circles. The triple sensation — his thick cock pounding deep grind against my g-spot, and his fingers on my clit — had me shaking.

“Daddy… it’s too much… I feel you everywhere,” I whimpered, head thrashing, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. My pussy pulsed and clenched tighter around his cock, creamy juices flowing freely with every slow thrust.

He hooked my leg higher over his shoulder, folding me and sinking even deeper. The new angle made me cry out sharply, eyes rolling back completely. “Right there…fuck,... Daddy, right fucking there!”

But he was still slow. He pulled out until just the head remained inside, letting me feel the aching stretch, then drove back in with that same powerful force. My pussy was a dripping, noisy mess, squelching obscenely loud around him. 

The sheets were soaked beneath us, the room smells of sweats mixed with sex.

I was losing it. My hips tried to buck up for more but he pinned me down, forcing me to take every long, deep. The slow grind against my g-spot was building something massive, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

“Cum on my cock, princess,” he whispered hotly, breath ragged. “Let me feel this tight pussy lock down and milk me.”

My legs shook violently, my eyes rolled back hard, my mouth opened in a silent scream as my orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, spasming and squeezing in powerful waves, then suddenly he sped up. I saw stars.

He flipped us without pulling out, settling me on top in his lap. I sank down onto his cock again, taking every inch until I was fully seated. We rocked together — slow, intimate, filthy grinding.

 My tits pressed tight against his sweaty chest. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me as our eyes stayed locked. I could see the raw lust on his face, the way his jaw clenched every time my pussy fluttered and clenched hard around him.

I rode him like that, moaning shamelessly into his mouth, my juices running down his balls. My head fell back, eyes rolling again as the pressure built once more. He thrust up gently to meet me, still in perfect control, hitting that spot over and over.

The slow, deep rocking finally pushed me over the edge again. When my pussy clench around his cock. Only then did he lose control. With a deep, guttural groan, he held me down fully on his cock and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside me, pulse after heavy pulse.

 My pussy kept clenching and fluttering around him, greedily drawing out every drop.

We stayed locked together, panting, bodies slick and trembling. His cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled, twitching pussy. He kissed me slow and deep, hand stroking my back possessively.

“This is just the beginning, princess,” he murmured, flexing inside me again. “I’m nowhere near done ruining this perfect little pussy.”