“Grind. Now,” he demanded. I was straddling his right thigh, with his hands firmly holding my hips.
I obeyed immediately, but kept my eyes down. He didn’t like that. He grabbed my chin with one of his hands, forcing me to look at him. I froze in place.
“Did I tell you to stop?” He used his free hand to guide my hips to continue grinding on his thigh. “You better keep looking at me. I love seeing those pretty eyes of yours.”
My anxiety won that one, though. I blushed hard, and once again looked away from him without thinking. A sharp slap across my cheek whipped my head back around towards him. I let out a whimper while my eyes began to water, but still didn’t stop grinding. His hand was holding my jaw firmly as he brought my face closer to his.
“Shh, shh,” he cooed before kissing my lips softly. “It’s just me, baby. Keep looking at Daddy.” Another kiss, but just a peck. “Keep those eyes on me, baby doll.”
I let out another whimper as he roughly pushed me back so I could look at him again. Then he wrapped my legs around his entire waist. I felt his hard cock pressing into me through his shorts. My eyes fluttered, but I made sure to keep looking at him. He bit his lip and groaned as he pushed his hips up into me.
“Good girl. Just like that.”
I gave a soft moan as the friction grew just above my clit. When he pushed back into me I could feel his head grinding against my clit.
“Ooh, that’s it.” He dug his nails into my hips and pushed his hips hard into me. “Keep making those cute little noises, baby. You know I love those.”
I let out a yelp as his nails continued to dig into my skin. My hands flew down to his wrists, but there was no way I could pull him off me. He only let go of my hips to use one hand to grab my throat. Then he squeezed, lifting my head to one side. I gasped and moaned, now struggling to continue grinding on him. He didn’t care, because he wrapped his other arm around my waist to hold me still while he sucked hard on my neck.
I moaned, closing my eyes. It felt so good to feel his tongue flicking against my neck as he continued to suck and bite. I knew when he was done I’d be left with a huge mark that reminds me and everyone else who I belong to. I gasped softly when he released my neck, but moaned loudly when he moved to the other side to keep marking me.
I felt his hand suddenly yank my yoga shorts to the side and shove two fingers in. He quickly massaged my orgasm out of me with no resistance. My legs were trembling, I was whining louder and louder. When my orgasm hit its peak I screamed and clung onto his shoulders as tight as I could. My own nails were now digging into his flesh. He groaned as he slipped his fingers out of me. Then he shoved both of them in my mouth.
“Clean these off for me, slut,” he demanded as I eagerly sucked his fingers clean. “You’re such a good little whore for me, aren’t you?”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth to choke me again, waiting for an answer.
“Yes, daddy,” I half moaned. “Yes, I love being your good little whore.”
He smirked. “I know you do. Let’s go downstairs, so no one can hear how loud you’re going to scream when I rape those tight little holes of yours.”
“Yes, daddy.”













