It started with a simple comment. You look beautiful today, he’d mumbled. “I’d look even better under you,” you’d said back, smiling as you dropped the towel aside to get into your pyjamas for the night. A harmless joke. Oliver hadn’t taken it like that.
Instead here you were, choking on his cock with his hands cupping your cheeks and pulling you all the way down until you’re lined up with his navel. Thick, heavy tears collect at your chin each time you fight the urge to gag around him, blinking up so pretty he has to pull you off every so often not to spill his cum straight down your throat. “You always talk so fucking much,” he hisses as he tosses you onto the bed, uncaring of the way you scramble for a bit of reprieve, only a few seconds to catch your breath.
He grabs onto your hips and yanks you back so you’re bent over the bed, pushing your legs apart. “All day. All day, talkin’ so much fucking smack. But you don’t like it when daddy actually takes you up on it, hm?” You’re shaking your head side to side, snotting into your expensive sheets like a little brat, and his hand comes down hard onto the plush of your ass. Again and again, until you’re trembling on your knees and whining like a bitch in heat, pussy slicking all the way down your legs. He doesn’t give you any time to recollect yourself before opening your pussy with two fingers and rubbing a third over the winking hole, spitting onto your cunny for good measure.
Then he’s pulling your arms behind your back as you whine out his name and run your mouth some more, only getting shut up when he pushes the thick, flared head of his cock against you and starts pushing in, spreading you wide apart. “Ahng, daddy, daddy, f-fuck you’re big, m’ feel so- good.” You clench him stupid when he slides in a few inches, before pulling back and ignoring the way you moan ans struggle to push yourself back into his touch, gripping your neck tight instead.
“Mhm-ah— G-god, I love your hands—ah, on my-” choking on your own words as he squeezes harder, pulling your hips back onto his cock with one hand. “Daddy, daddy, fuck me harder- p-please, wan’it so bad.” He grunts something under his breath, before squeezing into your hip more with blunt nails and bottoming out inside, throwing his head back.
“So fucking tight, holy- fuck.” Your walls cling to him when he sets a merciless pace, loud, sloppy thrusts filling the room. You’re already half-gone, barely able to do any more than bite onto the bedsheets and suck at your own spit, letting him piston in and out of your messy cunt. “M’ gonna fuck you dumb, brat,” he grunts, and you nod, because Oliver never holds out on his promises.
