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Made to take my cock inside her mouth.
“Hmmm,” she purrs, sucking and licking in turns, but I’m too fucking close now. She's driving me insane.
Abruptly, I grab her head and push harder inside of her, taking full control.
“Open wider and breathe through your nose. Hands down.”
I skull fuck her hard, pistoning in and out of her open mouth.
She’s struggling but that only makes me fuck her harder.
“Spit on it,” I grunt, pulling out and letting her catch her breath. She spits a large dollop, barely hitting my throbbing dick. I grab her head, invade her mouth and hold her face flush with my nutsack, cutting off her air supply.
I hold her even tighter as she tries to break free of my vise-like grip on her head.
“Don’t fight me, baby girl. You will learn to keep it down until Daddy’s had his fill. Tap my thigh when you need to breathe.”
I keep counting in my head as she sucks me deep, and when I release her she’s out of breath. “Again,” I growl and stuff her mouth again.
When my countdown is over, I pull out, grab my balls and rub them against her mouth.
“Open your fucking mouth and suck my balls, too, slut. They come attached to this dick you’re worshiping.”
She looks up, just once as I hold them up for her to feast on.
“Do it,” I growl out again after she hesitates and when she opens for me, I fist my cock and shove my balls inside her mouth, pushing until a strangled sound escapes her. I pull back and feed her my cock again, pushing all the way to the back of her throat and keeping myself there until her hand on my thigh tells me it’s too much. Reluctantly, I pull out, let her catch her breath, and push back inside, pumping a couple of times until my approaching climax hits me like a tidal wave.
“Goddammit,” I hiss out, then abruptly pull her up and turn her around, roughly pushing back inside her ass.
I can only manage a couple of vicious thrusts before my dick explodes, spurting thick hot ropes of cum inside her abused hole.
It takes a few moments until I am myself again.
She’s still whimpering but I’m still not done.
Reaching out for the glass butt plug, I bend her over the counter, my voice barely a whisper. “Reach back and hold your ass open.”
I watch as she obediently does as she’s told then I slide the plug inside her anus slowly, pushing my leaking cum back inside her, marveling at the depraved sight.
“Consider yourself lucky, little girl. Both plugs will stay right there until I decide to take them out. Disobey again and your punishment will be harsher, you hear?”
“Yes, Daddy, I understand,” are her only words as she wipes her lips, still looking at me with that fucking wicked glint in her eyes and I know she’s one in a million.
Chapter 21
Gemma
If I appreciate one thing in a man, that's honesty. Last night Jacob confessed how he fucked me while I was asleep, but he also didn't hesitate to be rough with me while delivering my punishment. And if I'm being honest, I wanted to be punished by him. I wanted him to show me how hard he can be. Yes, he was rough but I think he can be rougher. More cruel if necessary. And I want to test my limits and also test his own with me. There are so many facets to this man's character and I'm intrigued to discover them all. I searched the house for any pictures of him from his racing days and found none. He must have stashed away all his trophies too, mementos of a bygone era.
I’m still in the shower when I hear his booming voice and another, vaguely familiar one. He didn’t tell me he was expecting someone, but then again, why should he? Unwilling to appear half-naked in the presence of company, I slip back into the clothes I wore when I first came here and slowly move toward the living room. Having both my ass and pussy plugged doesn’t help one bit. I’m too afraid to sit down and just the thought of having my butt filled with Jacob’s cum, then plugged so it stays right there until he decides to remove it, is wickedly obscene.
Once there, my heart skips a beat at the sight of a man I thought I’d never run into again. He casts one look at me and a bewildered look settles on his angelic face.
Fuck. Me.
This is going to be uncomfortable.
“Well, dad, why didn’t you tell me you had company? I’d have brought more food and wine if only I knew.” He stops talking and our eyes meet. There’s recognition there. And something else. His face seems taut, his muscles uptight, his posture rigid and alert.
