Page 20 of Your Daddy Does It Better
Isla moans as she backs her ass onto my cock. I abandon my grip on her head and grab her big, round ass cheeks, spreading them apart to view her perfectly tight asshole. I spit on her bud before gliding the tip of one index finger around it. “Ever been fucked up the ass, Rabbit?”
She stills. “No.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you right now.” I spread my saliva before slowly pushing my finger inside. “But one day soon, you’re going to beg me on your knees to fuck your ass so hard that you won’t be able to see straight.”
I grip her stomach, loving how it hangs slightly. I’ve always loved a woman’s belly. Some men like tits, some like asses, but I love the round softness of a stomach. It’s beautiful. As I grope Isla, the image of her belly heavy with my child flashes in my mind. The idea is so erotic that I may lose my damn mind.
“Daddy’s going to fill you with cum, baby. I’m going to fill your womb. Watch your big, beautiful belly as it grows with my child.”
With one finger in her ass and the other holding her soft belly, I pound into her cunt like a man desperate for breath. At this moment, I know two things; I want to hear this woman scream in pleasure, and I’ll do anything to ensure she’s mine.
I devour the sight of her belly jiggling, the softness of her flesh against mine, until the animal in me can’t hold off any longer. Anchoring myself to the only piece of heaven I’ve known on earth, I fuck her like the devil chasing sin.
“Oh, God,” Isla moans.
Jealousy takes hold of me, and I smack her ass. “You don’t call out for anyone but me when I’m fucking you.”
“Oh, Daddy. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
I push her down further, gripping her thighs as I plant my foot on her head to keep her in place. She looks hot when she’s at my mercy, not because it’s a power trip for me, but because she trusts me enough to use her how I want. Her trust is the only thing I’ll ever ask of her.
“Your pussy looks so hot, swallowing my cock whole. You’re doing such a good job, Rabbit. Such a perfect slut for Daddy.” My eyes shift from her wet cunt to her beautiful belly. “I love your stomach, Isla. So sexy how you jiggle while I fuck you. I’m going to love seeing it swell when I put a baby in you.”
“I’m so close. Just like that, Daddy.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to pump you full of cum.”
Her legs tremble under my palms, and her arms give way, no longer able to hold her up. I rub her clit and watch as the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen comes undone.
My thrusts quicken, and I growl as I pump and spill into her. Gripping her waist, I lift her with my cock still nestled inside her. “Fuck. This pussy’s made for me. I’ve never come that hard in my entire life.”
“Th-that was the first time I’ve ever come.”
My chest puffs up with pride. But I’m also annoyed that no one has ever made her come. Once she’s on her feet, I turn her and grip her throat, pushing her against the tree. She grabs my hands, digging her nails in. Her eyes are laced with fear as they search mine.
“You think I’m done with you, but I’m just starting, little rabbit.”
I push her up to the tree. “Wrap your legs around my neck.” I squeeze harder on her throat when she doesn’t follow my instructions. “I’ll take my hand off your throat once you do as you’re told.”
Her thick thighs grip my neck, and I inhale her sweet cunt before releasing my grip. “That’s a good girl.”
ChapterEighteen
Isla
Why am I not frightened by this man? I can’t wrap my head around the fact that he’s not gentle or kind as he fucks me with abandon, but I didn’t need to use my safe word.
I’m a little worried about hitting the ground since the only thing holding me up is his large hands on my ass. “I’m too heavy.”
“You’re perfect,” he mumbles into my pussy as he fingers his cum back inside. “I’m torn here, Rabbit. A part of me wants to keep my cum deep in your cunt, but another wants to taste your sweet pussy and hear you scream as you cum on my tongue. What do you think I should do?”
He pulls his finger out of me and looks up before brushing the tip along my lips like a gloss.
“Bryce, I’m serious. I weigh two hundred and ten pounds. You can’t hold me up.”
I scream as he nips at my clit. “I tell you what to do, slut. Daddy is hungry, and he’s going to eat his pretty pussy until he’s full.”
“I’m worried you can’t support my weight.”
