Oh God, this feels sooooooooo good. My sleep-addled mind creaks and groans against being woken up.
Fuck! I think I’m gonna cum. Oh! Oh! I shake myself, trying to rid myself of the dreams still clinging to my consciousness.
“Daddy! Oh, God, Daddy! Pl-pl-please can I…can I…ohGodDaddycanIcum?????????”
“Yes, babygirl.” His gruff whisper only makes me ache more.
Grunting, screaming, moaning – noises of a madwoman fill the room. I realize his leg has pinned one of my own. His arm holds me in a sadistic, sexy bear hug. All I can do is squeal and writhe against him. His rough, thick fingers against my clit both hurt and please. The throbbing pressure is almost unbearable. Still, he persists. I feel another orgasm building as soon as the first passes.
“Dad-deeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Please! Please! Oh God, please! Please can I cum??” I know if I can’t ask properly, the torture will continue until I can.
His fingers never stop their unbearable swirling as he whispers, “Yes.”
Again, I huff and snort and squeak through the next climax. My body is wracked with aftershocks. I briefly remember that orgasms are often called “la petite mort” or “little death” – and I know why. I shake and judder, tremble and shudder as my climax subsides.
“Take a deep breath, baby. Deep breath.” His voice soothes my mind. I struggle to comply. Breathing is difficult when all the air leaves your body.
This must be it. No more. Surely this sweet torture is over.
No, he’s not done yet. His fingers feel softer this time. Maybe because I’m wetter than before. The third orgasm sneaks up on me, quicker than the first two. I beg, he complies, and I suffer several small deaths until I recover.
He throws my legs off of him. I’m still half-asleep and confused. Until I feel his hand wrap around my ankle. He pulls me to the edge of the bed. My legs are open, wide, and bent back against my torso.
He’s not done. He’s just getting warmed up! The revelation widen my eyes almost as much as the silky softness of his cock stroking my slit.
THUD-THUD-THUD
His hard cock slaps my wet pussy causing a dull thudding sound. This orgasm hits me like a truck. There is no time to beg for permission. He continues smacking my lips as ejaculate flies into the air, splashing both of us. His laugh sends a dark shiver down my spine. He delights in this, like a child with a toy. I die again for a moment, breathless and boneless.
Finally, finally, he gives me what I crave most. I feel his cock slide in and out. The fucking begins…
What utterly delicious, sweet torture. I’m so glad your Daddy did eventually deliver to you what you craved.
He usually does. 🙂
My word! That was unbelievably hot. I may have died with you.
LOL! Glad I wasn’t the only one!