Claim Me, Daddy

Show me your pink

He didn't let me get used to the feeling of him in me; slowly he started moving, and I didn't stop him, even though it felt like my walls were tearing apart.

“Ahh.” I cried as I stood straight, lifting my weight from him as he seemed to struggle for a bit.

“Don't worry, the pain will go away now.” He assured me, his hands holding my waist in place as he went in and out with each move, feeling like the death of me.

“Oh, Daddy," I started to feel good. My juices were mixing with his. “Yes.”

“I told you.” He muttered as he started going faster. “Touch your breast.” He instructed, and I did, "Squeeze them tight while I f**k you.”

“Yes, Daddy." I did, and the sound of his hips slapping against my ass cheeks was so hot that I started to tremble; my walls tightened and my toes curled right on the floor.

I was just about to orgasm when he pulled out immediately. “I was so close!” I complained as I was, and this was frustrating. I thought he was here to make me c*m.

“This is your first; what father will I be if I don't give you the ultimate pleasure?” I was so confused. “Get on the table and show me that pink, buttercup.”

“This table?” I pointed, though I didn't get what pink he was talking about.

“Yes,” he nodded and then walked backward until his back was against his bookshelves; he was now watching me from head to toe. I felt completely exposed; the top just covered my upper chest, my boobs, and everything else was exposed.

I was also looking at him, at his caramel skin; he was also naked now, and his c**k, the only thing I was madly interested in now, was still hard, only wet with my juices, which made me want it even more.

“Don't be shy, buttercup,” he said, realizing my hesitation, but I wasn't shy; I just didn't know what he needed me to do. “Get on that desk and spread those legs for Daddy." Okay, there he was, clear.

Pulling my finger from my mouth, I turned to the desk, ready to jump on it, but it had things; before I could turn to tell him, he asked me to throw everything off.

“Are they not important?” There was his computer there; surely it was important; it held his billion-dollar company.

"Not more important than that pink you're about to show me.” He didn't sound like he was joking, and so I did, though slowly. I raked what I could with my hand, and soon there was just enough space for me to sit on. “Get on it, buttercup.” He didn't want me to waste time.

I got on the desk; since I was already naked, I followed his commands, and soon my legs were apart and p***y completely in his view.

Of course this was my first; I was shy. No one had ever seen my p***y from that angle, not even myself, but looking at Daddy, how his c**k twitched in his hands, how he licked his bottom lip, how he rushed to me and kissed my forehead, which reminded me of all the innocent forehead kisses he gave me, but then he pecked my lips and rushed to push his c**k in my p***y.

“You like the pink?” I asked as he rubbed and kept going in; my hole seemed to have closed again.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, "Finally going in," and I moaned, my hands resting on the desk.

Daddy was in front of me, now inside, while on his feet while I lay on the desk and it seemed s*x tasted different in different positions; here, he seemed to fit, so there was no pain but pleasure, honey-tasting sweet pleasure that made my heart beat faster.

“Oh yes, Daddy, ahh.” I loved the way his c**k tasted. His moves, god, those were just a bonus. “f**k, Daddy, yes.”

“Tell me.” He stopped moving. “Tell me to f**k you.”

“Ahh.” God, even when he had stopped, it still all felt so good, but not as good. I felt my c*m begging to rush out of me, and it could only be released if he kept going. “f**k me, Daddy."

“Good girl.” He brought my legs up his shoulders and then went harder, he pounded me so f*****g hard that at first I moved sideways as my c*m got hotter, it wanted to be released but daddy asked me to wait for him. “Oh f**k. I'm close," he groaned, going on until finally he slowed down and there I felt a liquid rush into me, and that made me release my own.

He didn't pull away for a minute; he stayed like that, groaning while I was out of it, just watching him. With his eyes closed, his lashes appeared longer, or maybe they were naturally longer, but he looked so beautiful, and seeing that it was my p***y that got him to look this vulnerable satisfied me in another way.

Then he finally pulled out, and it was all awkward.

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut.

I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's c**k, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better.

Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his c**k.