Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,3

landing two more blows in quick succession.

I painted the metal and floor with my cum and my head spun. He caught me under the arms making me realize I was falling. Spinning. Cascading out of control. Body and mind convulsing with the longest and most painful orgasm I’d ever experienced. He removed the vibrator from my cock and wrapped his arms around my middle. Kneeling on the floor with me, keeping me in his embrace as I came down. I’d lost all sense of time when he was moving me again.

Back to the position I was in, and the plug came out, replaced by his cock without ceremony. I was too exhausted to move. I laid there, still pulsing, floating as he fucked me. I grunted when his hips slammed into the marks on my thighs, in total relaxed bliss.

He bent and kissed my shoulder, slowing his movements. “You are so beautiful, my Prince.”

I smiled into the mask. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“So perfect for me in every way.” He slowed his hips.

“I try.” And I did.

“You kill me.”

I turned as if I could look over my shoulder and gauge his expression. “Why?”

“Because I want to violate you in the worst ways.”

I reached for him, grabbing his hip. “Take what you want. Please, use me.”

He groaned, the need laced in the noise.

“On your knees.” He pulled me up from my position and turned me around.

I dropped automatically, my body so used to following commands.

He lifted my mask, and my heart stopped. He rarely moved the mask. I’d never so much had a glimpse of his shoes and now he was yanking it up in harsh pulls.

“Daddy?” I got out, voice shaking.

He didn’t answer me. Through the gap, I got a flash of his cock as he pulled off the condom he’d been using and dropped it on the floor. I gasped as he shoved his cock between my lips. He didn’t stop there, he took me all the way to the back of my throat. It was my favorite when he used my face like this. He didn’t do it often and it felt like a treat to be taken this way. My lips stretched around his girth and I choked, eyes watering. He was relentless, pulling back only to take me again. I’d already come but I was hard again. My cock throbbed.

He wrapped his massive hands around the back of my head and thrust with abandon. He was losing himself. Giving in to all those carnal desires he’d kept pent up. He was falling off the edge and letting me have this raw side of him and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever done.

I moaned around him as he used me like a fuck toy. The back of my throat already sore, as tears leaked down my face, mixing with the saliva dripping down my chin. I gasped and sucked for air with little success. My vision started to black at the edge and still, he didn’t let up.

I whimpered, the sound reverberating around his cock.

He filled the back of my throat and my mouth, pulling out and stroking himself to spill down my lips and chin. I lapped at his tip, breathing hard and chasing all the cum I’d earned. Eager for the treat of his taste.

He gasped and let me suck his tip. I collapsed forward into his groin rubbing my face there, panting, trying to catch my breath. He whispered sweet things as he combed his fingers through my exposed hair at the back of my neck.

He told me all the things he loved that I do, and how my mouth was heaven. How he’d never felt better. He told me he was addicted to me and then before I realized what was going on, he had me in his arms. He carried me under my knees and armpits. I nuzzled into his chest, getting a quick view of a dark green shirt, stretched over a massive chest. He was huge. As big as he felt.

He sat in one of the large wingbacks in front of the fire. Bare ass on the leather which made me laugh in my head but the best part, he kept me in his arms. This was a first.

Usually, I sat at his feet after he cleaned me up. I loved sitting there with my head on his thigh while he stroked his fingers down my back, drawing pictures on my raw skin.

He kissed my forehead as he refitted the mask