“Why do all the boys want to come on my face, Daddy?”
She was sitting in my lap on our big chair and I was brushing her hair. Actually, she was sitting across my lap in the big chair, and she was tangling it back up again as soon as I could get the knots out.
“Where would you like them to come?”
“Somewhere else,” she whispered, her fingers stopping their fidgeting.
“Not here?” I asked, pushing two fingers between her soft lips.
“It’s better than in my hair or my eyes.”
“How about here?” I slid my hand down to her chin and wrapped it gently around her neck. She shook her head as she arched her back. The muscles beneath my hand were strong and soft.
“And here?” I asked, sliding the straps of her tank top down until her breasts we visible. “You don’t want them to come here?”
“No,” she whispered again. “Sometimes they do, but it’s not what I want.”
It was my turn to shiver as I slid my hand down further, caressing her stomach and toying with the elastic of her Alice blue cotton. I circled her navel and scratched her lightly.
“Not there either, Daddy.”
I jumped from her stomach to her thighs, opening them with one hand by pulling a leg up against my chest. She sighed as my fingers inched their way up her skin, but all the while she shook her head. Without warning, I cupped her through the wet fabric and lifted her off my lap and back against my chest. She gasped as I held her, and her hands went to my legs to support herself.
“Is this where you want them to come? Is that what you want?” I asked, picturing it in vivid detail.
She grabbed my hand and slipped in inside, forcing two of my fingers into her soaking wet cunt.
“No, Daddy. That’s where I want them to come. Not on my neck or my tits. Not on my stomach, my ass or my thigh. Not on the hundreds of other places boys want to come. I want it here.” She moaned as she pushed down onto my fingers, and I could feel her clenching around me.
I picked her up with my fingers still inside her. I lifted her with my other arm around her back and she pushed against my hand. I threw her down onto the bed without stopping. Her panties were gone a second later and my hard cock was against her even as I pinned her arms above her head.
“And why do you want them to come there?” I asked, my voice now a growl. She struggled to get me inside her, wiggling her hips as she moaned and thrashed about. She bit her lip, she begged and she cried as I came so close to fucking her.
“Because it makes you angry,” she said. “I want them to come in me so when I come home you get mad.”
I was inside her a second later and I was not gentle. My hand moved from her arms to her throat as she glared up me, her eyes glazed over and her lip trembling.
“Harder, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”
I kissed her mouth, but it was not a kiss anyone would write about it. In her struggle to breathe it was more of a bite, but it was enough. I could taste her tongue and her mouth as I devoured her, and all the while my body didn’t stop moving inside her. Her cunt was impossibly tight, her thighs amazingly strong, and there was no way I could stop until I gave her what she asked for.
She started to come a second before me, but both of us exploded. I squeezed her throat tightly and fucked her faster as she held my gaze with complete and unfettered lust. I filled her cunt over and over again, holding myself against her when I was the deepest, and when I finally released her she gasped as she came. We kissed with lips for the first time, and our fingers unclenched as our orgasms climbed down the other side of the mountain.
I lay next to her, my hand covering her cunt, feeling both our messes inside her.
“Why do you want me to get angry?” I finally asked.
“Because you fuck me so much harder when you’re angry,” she said, leaning on my chest and kissing me again. “So much fucking harder.”
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