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Story: Praise Me: Princess
“You’ve never what? Had a man?”
She bows her head, cheeks enflamed.
“That might have to change tonight, Princess.” I reach into my jeans and wrap a hand around my cock, bringing it out into the open. “After all, look what you’ve done.”
“But—”
“Hold out your hand,” I say firmly, closing the distance in between us with slow, measured strides, continuing forward until I’m breathing against the crown of her head, my hips carrying forward until my inches slide into her waiting palm. “Hold it tight and stroke it, nice and easy.” I cup her right tit in my hand, kneading the high mound in my palm and listening to her whimper. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll let you go.”
She blinks up at me, throat working with a swallow as she begins to pump my cock. “Y-you’re never going to let me go, are you?”
“You don’t reallywantme to, do you?” I drop a hand to the space between her legs and give my wife’s cunt a few light slaps, before plunging two fingers deep, holding them there and speaking hoarsely into the hair above her ear. “You dressed like this because you need something, don’t you?”
Christ, she’s soaked. “I…I…”
“Were you trying to attract a Daddy in your little red panty set?”
She bites her lip shyly.
“There’s my answer,” I rasp. And with my cheek pressed to the overhead cabinet, teeth bared like an animal, I drag her up and position her ass high against the lower cabinets, thrusting myself home into my wife’s hot, slippery pussy, slamming her butt up against the wood. “Admit out loud that you dressed up to tempt me…and I’ll gladly be your Daddy, baby.” I move my hips in a circle, my jaw slackening over the feel of her. “I’d thank God every day for pussy this tight.”
She leans in and whispers in my ear like she’s telling a secret, her tone solemn. “I wanted a Daddy,” she confides, her thighs opening another two inches.
“You’ve got one,” I grunt, burying myself in her over and over and over, her knees lifting and opening to let me sink deeper, my name eventually chanted on her lips like a prayer, begging me to claim her harder. “This claim doesn’t get any deeper, Greta,” I choke out, feeling her orgasm surround me, her cunt pulsing, pulsing, pulsing while she thrashes between me and the cabinets. “You’re mine for life.”
“And the next one,” she gasps into my neck, stroking my shoulders and laying adoring kisses on my jaw. “And the one after that…and the one after that…”
She bows her head, cheeks enflamed.
“That might have to change tonight, Princess.” I reach into my jeans and wrap a hand around my cock, bringing it out into the open. “After all, look what you’ve done.”
“But—”
“Hold out your hand,” I say firmly, closing the distance in between us with slow, measured strides, continuing forward until I’m breathing against the crown of her head, my hips carrying forward until my inches slide into her waiting palm. “Hold it tight and stroke it, nice and easy.” I cup her right tit in my hand, kneading the high mound in my palm and listening to her whimper. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll let you go.”
She blinks up at me, throat working with a swallow as she begins to pump my cock. “Y-you’re never going to let me go, are you?”
“You don’t reallywantme to, do you?” I drop a hand to the space between her legs and give my wife’s cunt a few light slaps, before plunging two fingers deep, holding them there and speaking hoarsely into the hair above her ear. “You dressed like this because you need something, don’t you?”
Christ, she’s soaked. “I…I…”
“Were you trying to attract a Daddy in your little red panty set?”
She bites her lip shyly.
“There’s my answer,” I rasp. And with my cheek pressed to the overhead cabinet, teeth bared like an animal, I drag her up and position her ass high against the lower cabinets, thrusting myself home into my wife’s hot, slippery pussy, slamming her butt up against the wood. “Admit out loud that you dressed up to tempt me…and I’ll gladly be your Daddy, baby.” I move my hips in a circle, my jaw slackening over the feel of her. “I’d thank God every day for pussy this tight.”
She leans in and whispers in my ear like she’s telling a secret, her tone solemn. “I wanted a Daddy,” she confides, her thighs opening another two inches.
“You’ve got one,” I grunt, burying myself in her over and over and over, her knees lifting and opening to let me sink deeper, my name eventually chanted on her lips like a prayer, begging me to claim her harder. “This claim doesn’t get any deeper, Greta,” I choke out, feeling her orgasm surround me, her cunt pulsing, pulsing, pulsing while she thrashes between me and the cabinets. “You’re mine for life.”
“And the next one,” she gasps into my neck, stroking my shoulders and laying adoring kisses on my jaw. “And the one after that…and the one after that…”