Page 21 of Naughty or Nice?
Even deeper than before.
We both groan at how fucking good it feels. Her pussy clamps down on me as if in welcome as I stimulate new spots that I hadn’t before.
“Tell me who I am. Who’s fucking you this good?” I rumble out, my strokes long and rough.
“Daddy!” she cries. “DADDY!”
“You’re goddamn right. Daddy who fucks you better than who?”
She’s practically in tears as I drill into her and slam my palm to her ass and thigh. “Mmm… Nate… better than Nate.”
“Say. It. Again! LOUDER!”
“Daddy, you fuck me better than Nate!” she screams as she twists and turns under me.
I shut her up with a deep kiss and rotate my hips in a circular motion. It drives her crazy, making her seize up and her mouth fall open.
“You like that, don’t you, darling?” I growl. I pick up the pace again, fucking her so hard I should be concerned about breaking her. “You like being Daddy’s little fucktoy, don’t you?”
She can’t even bring herself to answer. Her mouth hangs open as her whole body quivers down to her toes. My palm slams into her some more, smacking her ass and then her bouncing titties. I clench my fingers shut in her hair and pull, forcing her eyes to snap open.
“Look at daddy when he fucks you. Look at Daddy as you come like the naughty fucking slut you are.”
My brutal thrusts and filthy words unravel Kendall. She holds my gaze as she orgasms and her tight, hot pussy ripples around my dick.
I growl all over again and resume fucking her like I really do seek to break her.
She’ll definitely feel me between her legs for days to come. I’ll definitely empty my balls of every drop of seed inside her.
The moment arrives when I slide in deep and her slick pussy walls feel too damn good to resist. I can’t even bring myself to withdraw as my orgasm smashes over me, and next thing I know, I’m spilling inside her.
Hot, tingling pleasure sweeps me up in a wave.
“Fuck, darling,” I pant, my hips bucking on their own. “I never want to leave this pussy. I’d die in this fucking pussy if I could.”
She smiles exhaustedly up at me, sheened in perspiration, hair disheveled.
It tells me all I need to know—she more than feels the same.
We don’t get up from the bearskin rug for a while. Except for the few minutes it takes me to light the fireplace and pour us some mulled wine. We drag the throw blanket on the couch down onto our laps and sit and drink to the crackles of the flames.
“You are something else,” Kendall says, shaking her head. “Where the hell does that come from?”
“Where does what come from?” I ask.
“All that! The filthy mouth. The rough manhandling.The stroke game.”
I let out a gruff laugh. “That your way of saying you didn’t expect it out of me?”
“Well… you’re my ex’s dad.”
“Darling, keep saying that as if it has shit all to do with shit. Being Nate’s father damn sure doesn’t mean I’m not human. That doesn’t mean I’m not a man who wasn’t married for many years and who loved exploring sexually with his wife. That I’m not a man who can handle business.”
“Trust me,” she says with a small laugh. “Business has been handled. For the second time.”
“Did I do anything you didn’t like? Too rough? Too much dirty talk? Not enough kissing?”
“You’re asking for feedback? Are you sure you and your son are related?”