Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 49: Chapter FORTY NINE

ANGEL

He slammed into me and I screamed. Then he started moving, each thrust deep, angling his hips so his cock dragged against that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

He got his fingers between my legs. I sobbed when his touch found my clit. Everything there was so sensitive.

”Mmmgh it hurts, Daddy!”

The pain, at first, overshadowed everything. His fingers on my abused flesh felt like fire, like he was pressing into an open wound.

But soon he touched me in a way that had me craving more of it. His fingers moved in circles, applying just the right pressure, like he’d memorized exactly how to make my body respond to him.

Damien pulled out again and I watched as he gripped his cock, stroking himself while looking down at my spread pussy. ”Look at this pretty little cunt. All swollen and marked. All mine.”

He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, coating it with my wetness and his precum, the friction making me gasp. Then he slapped his cock against it and I jerked.

”Daddy!”

”That’s right, baby girl. Tell Daddy how it feels.”

He did it again, slapping his hard cock against my sensitive clit, and the sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure mixing until I couldn’t tell them apart.

Then he positioned himself at my entrance again and sank back into me slowly this time, letting me feel every inch as he filled me, letting me feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it stretched me open. His other hand kept toying with my clit skillfully, building something inside me despite the pain.

I clung to the sensation like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

Anything to drive away the throbbing in my pussy, the burning on my ass from the plug, the ache in my wrists from the cuffs.

I focused on the way he massaged me, the way his fingers knew exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply. I became almost delirious with the need to come.

My terrified pleas quickly turned into needy moans that I couldn’t control.

I was freezing and hurt and yet I was squirming for that desired orgasm he seemed to never fail in giving me. My hips started moving with his rhythm instead of against it, chasing the pleasure he was building inside me.

He pulled out suddenly and I whimpered at the loss.

Then, his thigh was between my face. His cock hanging.

”Open your mouth.”

I obeyed without thinking.

His cock glistening with my wetness, and pressed it against my lips.

”Taste yourself on Daddy’s cock. Taste what a good girl you are.”

I opened wider and he pushed inside my mouth. The taste was musky and bitter, mixed with something metallic that might have been blood, but I didn’t resist. I couldn’t.

”That’s it, baby. Get it nice and wet.” He moved in and out of my mouth slowly, not going too deep, just coating his cock with my saliva. ”Such a good girl for Daddy.”

He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop and moved back down between my legs. This time when he entered me, the slide was easier, smoother, and he groaned.

”Feel that? Feel how good you take Daddy’s cock now?”

He started moving faster, his hips snapping against mine, his cock driving deep with each thrust.

I was screaming. Nonsensical words that made my throat raw.

”That’s it, baby,” he grunted, his cock hitting something deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. ”Let Daddy show you how good it can feel.”

His words coupled with his skillful fingers and the relentless thrust of his cock sent me crashing toward something intense.

”Mmm!” I gasped as I felt my bladder tighten in a way that was different from needing to pee. The pressure built and built, spreading through my lower belly, and my whole body started trembling with it.

It was too intense.

Too much, like I was going to break apart.

Oh god.

I was going to burst.

My body coiled, like it would explode.

”Yes, that’s it baby girl,” Damien growled, feeling my body tensing. ”I can feel it. You’re going to squirt for me. You will make a mess all over Daddy’s cock.”

”I can’t— I don’t— Daddy please—” I couldn’t form coherent words.

”Let go,” he commanded, his fingers pressing hard on my clit, rubbing faster. ”Squirt for Daddy. Give it to me.”

The liquid gushed out of me without warning, like a fountain erupting from between my legs, soaking the bed beneath us, splashing against his stomach and thighs and his cock.

I was crying and screaming.

I couldn’t stop squirting, my body convulsed with it, wave after wave of liquid pouring out of me.

I’d never felt anything like it—more intense than any orgasm, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Damien groaned, pulling his cock out completely so he could watch the liquid spray from me. ”Fuck yes, that’s my girl. Look at you making such a mess for Daddy.”

He rubbed his cock through the wetness, coating himself, then slapped it against my pussy lips while I was still squirting.

He spanked my swollen clit with his hand and another wave of liquid gushed out. I jerked violently, my body not my own anymore, just a thing that responded to his commands.

”Keep going, baby. Give Daddy all of it.” He spanked my clit again and I screamed, more liquid pouring out, my thighs were soaked, the sheets beneath us completely drenched.

He pushed his cock back inside me while I was still squirting and the sensation was overwhelming.

”Feel that? Feel Daddy’s cock inside you while you squirt? You’re such a piss slút.”

I was humiliated and overwhelmed.

My body kept releasing until finally the waves subsided, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

”Now, Daddy is going to cum inside you. You want that, don’t you? To get cream-pied by me?” His voice was ragged, as if his control slipping.