Dirty Erotica; Daddy's Little Kitten.

Chapter 15. Let me pleasure you, daddy

As Dylan began f*****g Brittany once again, he pressed her head against the pillow and then, she felt the entire length of his c**k plunging into her p**y all at once, eating up the space and filling her up completely.

A gasp escaped her lips as he pushed in deeper, and this time around, the one thought she'd never imagined crossed her mind. What if she ended up getting pregnant?

With all their frequent intimacy, she should probably discuss pregnancy preparedness and what it would mean for their relationships and future plans.

Wait, what was she even thinking?

He's her uncle for f**k's sake! And she doesn't even wanna get pregnant.

“Mmph..” She moaned as he fisted his hands into her hair and thrusted deeper, hitting just another right spot.

His grunts, and constant moans was a tell tale sign that he was enjoying it as much as she does.

As he leaned towards her, he pinched her left n****e and asked, “Are you on birth control?”

Brittany froze, her eyes going wide. It's as if he knew what she was thinking about.

She swallowed hard, slowly meeting his gaze. "How did you...?" Her voice trailed off, mind racing with several thoughts.

Could he really read her thoughts?

Dylan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned in closer. "I don't need to read your thoughts to know what's on your mind," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

"Your face says it all."

Brittany felt a flush rise to her cheeks as he continued, "Now, about birth control...?"

She swallowed hard, trying to compose myself.

He had stopped thrusting, but her p***y begged for those powerful moves and pounds.

Although it was still buried deep in her, she wouldn't deny that she doesn't want him to stop even for a second.

She grinded her ass against him, her p***y clenched around his thick c**k which swelled inside of her.

Dylan began thrusting slowly, his eyes fixed on her.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked, brows raising.

Brittany hesitated before shaking her head, feeling a flutter in her chest.

"No, I'm not," She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dylan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression serious. "You're not on birth control?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

She nodded and sighed, her shoulders dropping.

He leaned in and grazed her neck with his tongue before pushing her towards him, making his c**k twitch inside of her.

"We need to be careful, then," he said, his voice low and cautious.

Brittany nodded and then, he suggested, “Ensure you go on it as soon as possible. You're so sweet that I can't help but release my seed in you. Gosh, I don't think I can stop.”

“I sure will,” Brittany replied, her lips curling into a smile.

Dylan nodded, his eyes flashing with relief.

Without a warning, he smacked her ass, eliciting a moan from her.

“F**k!!. you're so f**g wet and tight!! Your p**y feels way too good!" He grunted as he began pounding again, pushing his entire c**k in and out.

As his thrusts became aggressive, Brittany held the sheet tightly, loving every moment and pleasures that coursed through her.

She grinded her ass against his hips while he smacked it continuously.

He paused for a while and gently fumbled her t**s, loving the softness and roundness.

Suddenly, his pace picked up and her loud moans and his were now in sync.

Brittany let out a gasp as he continued and then, she felt his thick, warm liquid shoot up her p**y once again.

Her body vibrated as she went into orgasm for the tenth time.

As Dylan's thrust intensified, she felt her hole stretch deeply, accepting all of him as he deep stroked her with lewd clapping sounds of his groin meeting her ass cheeks.

She pressed her body against his, and when their eyes locked, she kissed his lips gently.

Dylan claimed her lips roughly, his tongue sliding in.

Brittany let her hand move freely around his chest. After their kiss, she worked her lips down his jaw, and then his neck, loving how his Adam's apple bobbled continuously.

She pestered kisses on his bare chest, earning an excited moan from him.

"You do not know what you do to me," Dylan said, his voice ragged.

She reached his n*****s, and kissed them slightly.

"Oh!"

Her tongue flicking against his n*****s, "oh," he let out a soft, sweet moan.

She wrapped her tongue around it, sucking it softly.

"Damn.. ah!"

She went slow at first, and then worked them a little faster.

"Oh dammit!”

'Why do they taste so good?' She whispered and then continued sucking, then twirling her tongue around it.

"Damn!" Dylan cussed, his arms tightening around her waist.

He moaned as soon as he felt her hand on his c**k.

"Get down from the bed," Brittany said, her breathing completely ragged.

"Hmm?" Dylan moaned, too filled with pleasure to pay attention.

"Get down from the bed, please," she begged.

"Why?" He asked, curious.

She groaned, "please.. please.. just do it!"

She quickly disentangled herself from him, allowing him to get down.

Dylan stood, facing her. Just earlier, she was begging to be f****d mercilessly and now, she was pleading for him to stop.

"So.. now what?"

Brittany didn't say a word. She was salivating just looking at his erect cock

begging to be handled.

“I want to pleasure you as well. Allow me, daddy,”

She got down from the bed, and knelt before him. With both hands, she hungrily stroked it, and then put it in her mouth.

"Oh damn!"

Dylan gnashed his teeth as she swirled her tongue around it, hitting every right spot.

“f**k it!” He grunted, fisting his hands into her hair.

As he began riding into her mouth, she took all of him with pleasure, loving as the remaining sperm spilled into her mouth and slid down her jaw.