Let Me Go, Ex's Daddy

Double The Pleasure

Vanessa pressed her face into the sheets. Her fingers curled into the fabric.

He pulled her hips back. She let him. Her knees slid apart on the mattress without being told.

The first sound he made was low — almost a hum. Approval. Or amusement. She couldn't tell which.

"You're wet again."

Her jaw tightened. She didn't answer.

His thumb dragged through her. Slow. From the bottom up, parting her, pressing just enough that her back arched without her permission.

"Look at that." His voice hadn't changed. Still flat. Still calm. "You don't even need me to touch you. You just hear my voice and your body does the rest."

She bit down on the sheet.

"That's it." His thumb circled her. Once. Twice. "Bite something. Keep quiet if you want. I don't care. But you're going to feel every second of this."

He pushed into her with one thick finger. She choked — a sound that was half breath, half something she couldn't name. Her body clamped around him before she could stop it.

"Yeah." He worked it deeper. "There she is."

He added a second finger. Her hips bucked forward. He held her still with the hand on her neck.

"Don't run from it."

"I'm not—"

"Your body is." He curled his fingers inside her. "You're trying to escape it. Don't. Lie there and take it."

She stopped moving. Her forehead pressed into the mattress. He kept his fingers inside her, slow and deliberate, not f*****g her but searching — pressing against her walls, learning the shape of her from the inside.

"You're going to c*m like this," he said. "On your stomach. On my hand. And you're going to let me watch."

Her thighs started shaking.

He pulled his fingers almost all the way out. Paused. Then pushed back in, deeper, harder, until her knuckles went white on the sheets.

"Tell me you understand."

"Yes." Her voice cracked.

"Yes what?"

"Yes — I understand."

His fingers picked up a rhythm. Not fast. Deep. Each push hitting that spot inside her that made her whole body seize. She could hear herself now — sounds she couldn't control, couldn't stop, couldn't hide.

"That's it." His hand on her neck tightened. Just slightly. "Let me hear you. I want to know exactly when you break."

She was close. She could feel it building low in her belly, spreading through her thighs, making her arms weak.

"Please—"

"Please what?"

"Please let me—"

"No." He slowed down. Just enough to pull her back from the edge. "Not yet."

She made a sound — raw, frustrated, desperate.

"You'll come when I decide." His fingers started moving again. "Not before."

He pushed her over the edge ten minutes later. Not with speed. With precision. Three fingers, curled just right, his thumb pressing against her c**t while his other hand held her down by the shoulder blades.

She came with her face buried in the sheets, her whole body shaking, a sound tearing out of her throat that she didn't recognize.

He stayed inside her through all of it. Let her ride it out against his hand.

When she finally went limp, he pulled out slowly.

"That's one."

Her eyes were closed. She couldn't move.

Minutes later, she was lying supine, legs held apart by Sawyer who was watching her jerk as she cummed.

Then he lowered his head again to lap up her love juice.

After she came down from her high, she got out of the bed.

Sawyer also stood, taking off his shirt. Then, he pulled her close, her chest pressed to his.

Lowering his head, he crashed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately.

Mid-kiss, she fumbled with his belt, finally managing to undo it. The leather strap slipped to the floor with a soft thud just as all her guard was shattered by his kisses.

The moment the kiss ended, she wasted no time, squatting down and freeing his already hardened c**k from his pants.

"f**k, you're big," she exclaimed upon seeing his impressive length which had a mushroom-shaped pink cap and notable veins.

Could the heavens be blessing her in her second life?

**

The words fell from her lips half-formed, her gaze locked on the c**k standing in front of her. The mushroom head was flushed dark pink, slick already with a bead of precum that clung to the slit like a pearl. Veins ran along the shaft—thick, twisting, pulsing with his heartbeat.

The whole thing was well over eight inches, maybe nine, and thick enough that her fingers barely touched when she wrapped them around the base.

Sawyer said nothing. His hand came down, palm flat on the crown of her head, fingers curling into her hair. He didn't shove—just held, steady pressure, guiding her forward.

She opened her mouth and took him in.

The head pushed past her lips, past her tongue, hit the back of her throat and kept going. She gagged—a wet, choking sound—but he didn't let up. His hips pressed forward an inch, and she felt her throat stretch around him, her eyes watering instantly.

"Breathe through your nose."

She did. The air came in ragged, thin. Her jaw ached from the stretch. She could taste him—salt and skin and something deeper, musky, male. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft as she tried to adjust, tried to relax her throat.

He pulled back slowly, letting her catch her breath, then pushed in again. Deeper this time. Her nose brushed his pelvis. His c**k filled her completely, and she stayed there, trembling, saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth.

"Look at you." His voice was low, rough. "Drooling all over my c**k like a little slut."

She didn't pull off. Couldn't. She was frozen with his length buried in her throat, her hands gripping his thighs, her lungs burning.

When he finally withdrew, she gasped, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cockhead. They broke as she panted, her chin slick, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Again," he said.

She didn't hesitate. She took him back into her mouth, bobbing her head, trying to find a rhythm. Her hand wrapped around the base of his c**k, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. She hollowed her cheeks, sucked hard, and felt his c**k twitch against her tongue.

Sawyer groaned—a low, guttural sound from deep in his chest. His hips started moving, f*****g her mouth in short, shallow thrusts. "Use your tongue. Lick the head when you pull back."

She did. Each time she withdrew, she ran her tongue around the ridge, tasting the precum that kept beading at the tip. It was salty, bitter, and she swallowed it greedily.

"That's it." His hand tightened in her hair. "Take it deeper. Take all of it."

She tried. She relaxed her throat, let him guide her down until her lips pressed against his pubic bone. His c**k filled her completely, and she couldn't breathe—could only feel the stretch, the heat, the weight of him pressing down her throat.

He held her there for five seconds. Ten. Her vision blurred. Her nails dug into his thighs. When he finally let her up, she gagged hard, coughing, spitting saliva and precum onto the floor.

"Good girl." He pulled her up by her arms, bringing her to her feet. His c**k was slick and glistening, standing hard against his stomach. "On the bed. On your back. I want to see that cunt."

She crawled onto the mattress, legs shaky, and lay back. Her knees fell apart automatically. Her cunt was already soaked—she could feel the slickness pooling against her inner thighs, dripping onto the sheets.

Sawyer climbed over her, his body blocking the light, his c**k pressing against her thigh. He didn't enter. Instead, he leaned down and bit her n****e—hard. His teeth clamped down on the tender flesh, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

"You're going to tell me something," he said against her skin. "While I f**k you."

Her breath came in ragged gasps. "What?"

"Tell me why you wanted this." He shifted, and she felt the head of his c**k press against her entrance—teasing, not pushing in. Just the tip, nudging her wet folds. "Tell me why you let a man my age take you apart in a bedroom you've never been in before."

She opened her mouth, but no words came.

He pushed in—just the tip. The stretch was immediate, burning, perfect.

"Tell me."

"Because—" She gasped as he pressed deeper, her cunt clenching around him. "Because I've never—"

"Never what?"

"Never felt like this." Her voice cracked. Her eyes were wet, but she didn't care. "Like someone actually sees me. Like I'm not invisible."

He thrust forward, burying his c**k to the hilt in one smooth, brutal stroke. She screamed as he filled her completely. Her cunt stretched around him, walls gripping, struggling to accommodate his girth. The pressure was overwhelming, a fullness that bordered on pain.

He didn't move. He stayed buried inside her, his pelvis pressed against hers, his weight pinning her to the mattress.

"I see you," he said, his lips brushing her ear. "I see every part of you. The parts you hide. The parts you're ashamed of. The parts you don't even know exist yet."

He began to move. Slow, deep strokes that dragged against her inner walls, hitting spots that made her toes curl, her nails dig into his shoulders. Each thrust pushed the air out of her lungs.

His pace increased, harder now, each stroke slamming into her, driving her deeper into the mattress. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room—wet, rhythmic, obscene.

"I'm going to see you fall apart," he said, his voice ragged. "Again and again and again."

She came with his name on her lips—a broken scream that tore from her throat. Her cunt clamped around him, pulsing, milking, the waves of her orgasm rippling through her body. He didn't stop. He kept f*****g her through it, driving into her oversensitive flesh, each thrust making her convulse.

His own release came with a guttural growl. She felt his c**k swell, felt the first hot spurt of c*m inside her, then another, and another. He emptied himself deep into her cunt, his body shuddering, his breath hot against her neck.

When he finally pulled out, his c*m leaked from her—thick white trickling down her inner thighs, pooling on the sheets. She lay there, breathless, her legs still spread, her cunt still clenching on nothing.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Gentle. Almost tender.

"One more," he said. "Then we rest before we begin again."

She could only nod, her throat dry, her body wrecked, her mind blank with pleasure. A pleasure she had never felt in two lifetimes.