fuckdoll

Tonight is the night we’re going all out. Harry and I discussed this before and I figured it was about time we got to this point where there’s no limits in our s*x life. I know I love everything because I’ve done it all and I know he loves pretty much everything because he’s done it all. We’ve done a lot of things together and both of us are quite experienced when it comes to rough s*x and the b**m scene. The only reason this hasn’t happened earlier is because when it comes to b**m there’s that awkward but very necessary moment where you have to discuss consent. It may sound a little bit like a business meeting and although you don’t necessarily recite hard and soft limits the way they do in Fifty shades of Grey, it is important to somehow communicate them. I have hard limits, they’re specific and I do not want a man to disrespect them no matter how much I love him or how much it turns him on. There will be no wax colliding with my body. There will be no genital fluids except come involved when it comes to the s*x act and there will be no knives. Those are my only conditions, otherwise I’m quite liberal. Paddles, palms, whips, ropes, handcuffs, toys and what not are all part of my kink and sometimes are essential to make me come. It’s not that I can’t come without any of the things above involved, I can. It’s just that the things makes it better. It’s like eating a cake. A cake is always gonna taste good because it is a cake and cakes are delicious, however if you add strawberries, candies, chocolate frosting and a shitload of sugar the cake will taste even better and the flavor will be enhanced. That’s how I think about s*x and b**m in relationship to s*x. While many people think b**m is some kind of degrading power play, I consider it a guilty pleasure. When you give yourself completely to a man, when you submit your entire body to him and let go of all your sense, that’s when you’re the most vulnerable but also the most secure. It’s in human nature to rely on each other, we are social animals that usually come in flocks. We depend on our mothers for a very long time compared to let’s say cats or birds. We’re depending individuals so why should it be any different when it comes to s*x? Who’s to say I’m doing it wrong because I’m deviating? What if I’m doing it right and everyone else is doing it wrong? Does it bother me that Harry calls me a disgusting filthy w***e when we f**k? No. Does it turn me on? Yes. Okay, to some people that might be confused, why would you want someone to call you that? Why do you feel the need to be treated like s**t? I mean, I seriously don’t know. I can’t really answer that question. Why do I feel the need to be treated like s**t? But am I really being treated like s**t if I want Harry to call me those things? Am I really degraded if it brings me great joy to know that tonight he is f*****g me ruthless while screaming at me for being a w***e? Am I really a w***e? No. People have this perception that words simply make things real or not. Just because he calls me a w***e and f***s me like a w***e, doesn’t mean I am a w***e. The is a significant difference between f*****g someone for a shitload of money every night at the street corner and me tying my hands behind me back to experience extra pleasure. Just because he calls me a w***e, doesn’t mean I am a w***e. Just because someone says something, doesn’t make it true. I used to debate with myself whether this was a healthy relationship with s*x or not and I’ve realized over the years that this is a part of me. After explaining to a few boyfriends that this is the stuff I’m into, I’ve received different responses every time. Some find it extremely sexy that I want to be bound to their bed and slapped with their c**k while others ask me what kind of upbringing I had for me to turn out like this. Truth is, I had a normal upbringing with a Christian mother, a liberal father and a very nice big sister. They didn’t abuse me, they didn’t drink and I didn’t have daddy issues. They were a perfectly normal family and I wasn’t raped, abused or harassed into the b**m lifestyle. I enjoy this by choice and I don’t see how me feeling the need to call my boyfriend Daddy reflects on my upbringing and the supposedly existing daddy issues. I’m sure people who are victims of abuse and rape can find some kind of psychological way to twist pain into pleasure but that doesn’t mean all of them do and it certainly doesn’t mean everyone enjoying kinks are one of them, if that makes sense. It’s interesting because Harry and I have had a liberal s*x life and we’re quite adventurous when it comes to time, place and foreplay and people are quick to judge us when we’re open about our s*x life. However, we’re the ones who are having fun. We’re the ones enjoying ourselves and we’re the ones embracing our sexuality. I mean, you can conform all you want to the vanilla s*x with the missionary position if that’s what you like because I won’t judge you but if you’re in clear denial when it comes to a little pat on the ass or a slap in the face then I’ll judge you for being too scared of other people’s judgement to embrace yourself. If we only live once then why not use your bodies and f**k the hell out of each other before we die? ”I’m home.” Harry grinned as the front door flew open and he spotted me in the armchair next to our bureau in our hallway. ”Punctual as always.” I grinned as I rose from the chair. My feet padded over to where he was standing and my lips gently pressed against his. ”You haven’t wussed out, have you?” Harry chuckled against my lips, his soft hands pressing gently against my cheeks and I shook my head no. ”Nope, still free to do whatever you want to me for the rest of the night.” I grinned, his tongue gently rubbed over his lower lip to moisture. The infatuating grin on his lips made my stomach bubble. The agreement was simple, he could do whatever he pleased - except hard limits - for the rest of the night and I would make him breakfast in the morning. I feel like that’s a cheap trade, breakfast for s*x. We’ve been together for a bit over five months now and we know each others bodies very well. ”Just a little heads up babe, I can get quite rough.” Harry joked, his prominent dimples digging into his cheeks. It’s funny how people tend to think of b**m performers are these dark gothic human beings and not cuties like my boyfriend. He’s a total sweetheart to me and I’m not just saying that to compensate for the occasional gagging that occurs I’m saying it because it’s true. He’s only f*****g me roughly because that’s what I want - well he’s not only f*****g me roughly because I want he, he wants it too but you get my point. ”I’m a big girl, feel free to challenge me.” I grinned as I pressed my palm against his chest. Thanks to E.L James everyone now assumes that businessmen are the only tense people in the world who needs to let loose every now and then by spanking a virgin chick a few times but that’s not really the case either. Harry sings for a living and there’s definitely nothing more liberating than being on stage. He loves it, every bit of it. I can tell. ”Will do that baby.” Harry grinned as he walked into the kitchen to grab himself a snack. I giggled as I sat down on the kitchen counter with my legs dangling in the air. When we get into our whole b**m mood, it just kind of happens. There’s nothing that’s really awkward or tense, we just naturally get into it. ”So what’d you do today babe?” Harry asked as he stood by me and spread some peanut butter over his sandwich. ”I waited for you to come home Daddy, what took you so long.” I pouted as I gently rubbed my palms against my knees. ”Got stuck in traffic babes, but now I’m here aren’t I.” Harry grinned as he dipped his finger into the peanut butter jar and stretched it out for me to lick it off. My lips gently wrapped around his finger and sucked gently. ”And you’re gonna make all my sinful fantasies come true, aren’t you?” I grinned as I swirled my tongue over the tip of his finger, the exact same way I would if I had his c**k in my mouth. A glistening smile crossed his lips as he watched my lips wrap around his finger as he pushed it further into my mouth. ”Isn’t that what daddies are for baby girl?” Harry grinned as I savored the taste of the peanut butter, moaning softly around his now clean finger. ”Yup, they’re meant to punish bad girls like me.” I smirked as I spread my legs for him, revealing that I wasn’t wearing any panties below my skirt. His eyes raked up my thick thighs and stopped when they noticed the bare rose pink skin between my legs. ”I told you multiple times to wear panties Sarah.” Harry narrowed his eyes at me. Today’s sin, committed by yours truly, Sarah. ”There’s people around the house.” He growled, he definitely loves it when I don’t wear panties because it gives him easy access. However, my p***y belongs to him and no one else and therefore he doesn’t like when I flaunt it around the house. We’ve got cleaners, gardeners, pool guys and what not strolling around our properties. ”But it gets uncomfortable.” I whined softly like a baby girl. ”Hmm I don’t think that’s why you chose not to wear them.” Harry said, his palms gently pressing over mine. He forced me to spread my further so he could expect the exposed area beneath my skin. Humming softly as he noticed the wetness between my legs. The mere touch of his hands can make me wet in an instant. ”Please share your theory?” I bit the pad of my index finger innocently as I batted my lashes at him like the good, sinful girl I am. ”You like showing off your p***y don’t you? You like the attention people give you when they see your bare cunt?” Harry whispered the words so softly into my ear and I purred on top of the counter. I nodded slightly, admitting that there was a bit of truth to his statement. I like when he notices my bare cunt. ”Such a dirty little w***e Sarah, walking around and flaunting her bare p***y to everyone around the house.” Harry whispered, his dark voice made my stomach tingle. The way his dirty talk had instant effect on me. His palms gently slid off the back of my hands and over my lower arm before shifting to my inner thighs. ”Not just the house.” I grinned as I spread my legs further for him. My feet still dangling in the as I shifted on the counter, pushing my hips forward, arching my back and leaning back with my palms pressed against the concrete marble. ”Did you go out like this?” Harry asked as he lifted my skimpy skirt, removing it from my thighs. ”Maybe.” I grinned, my eyes locked with his and a fire lit inside them. That dominant, possessive fire that I love so much. ”Do I need to f**k the truth out of you?” Harry raised an eyebrow at me and I bit my lip as I c****d my head to the side. ”I don’t know, do you?” I grinned, knowing that my teasing would definitely turn him on and earn me a few spankings. ”Wouldn’t it be a lot easier if you just told me the truth babes?” Harry asked as he ran his index finger along with my jawline all the way down to my chin. ”What if I did go out like this?” I challenged, this was all part of our little game. I would probably never go out without my panties because that’s a bit nasty. ”What if I went out without my panties, flaunting my cunt to everyone who wanted to have a peak? What would you do about it?” I grinned. The fire in Harry’s eyes was real, I know how protective he is of me and me doing something like that would definitely piss him off but luckily we speak the same language and he knows I wouldn’t go out like this. ”What if I flashed someone in the grocery store and let him f**k me between the aisles while you were gone?” I said just to piss him off because today we’re aiming for that extra kind of spicy fun. ”His c**k f*****g my p***y until-” My voice was cut off by a large hand covering my mouth. My lips spread slightly against his tight grip and I grinned to myself. This is the kind of s*x I need right now after being away from him for two weeks. We talked about this over the phone and I was a bit worried that he wouldn’t do it but now that I know what my baby’s capable I will be demanding rough f*****g a lot more often. ”Shut up.” Harry roared as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the counter. ”You don’t speak to me like that Sarah.” His wild eyes stared me down as he jerked me across the kitchen and I fell to my knees in front of him, his tall, dominating figure towering over me. I bit my lip hard, damn. I couldn’t stop anticipating how f*****g good this would be. I’ve never been with a man so dominating before and none of my exes agreed to this. Now that I finally have Harry I might as well go all out. ”What wrong Daddy?” I pouted innocently. ”You don’t like the idea of another man’s c**k in p***y, s’that it?” I grinned as I bit the corner of my lip. His towering figure reached over my submissive body and grabbed a fistful of my long hair. His hand yanked my head backwards and I was forced to look up into his dark green eyes. God, those f*****g eyes could make me do anything. ”You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I make you Sarah.” His voice was low and threatening. The grasp on my hair made me moan as he jerked it slightly farther backwards. ”I mean it.” He said and I knew that was my queue to test his limits. ”It was so big and thick, bet you can’t f**k me like that Daddy.” I moaned as my eyes challenged him. ”Okay that’s enough.” Harry’s dark eyes burnt into my soul as he stared me down. The idea of me f*****g another man, haunting his mind. ”Time for you to shut up.” Harry growled as he yanked my head forward against his thighs. He pulled me hard by my hair as if I was his personal little puppet. My hands rested against his thighs for support as he pulled me up against his crotch area. The sound of the metallic belt colliding with the tiles beneath me was like music to my ears. ”Open.” Harry used one of his hands to spread my lips apart. I stuck my tongue out to swirl it over my lips as he took his boxers off. They fell too his ankles along with his pants. His c**k, free from the restraint of any fabric sprung free and stood up, waiting impatiently for me to welcome it with my mouth. ”Now, are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy or act like a bitchy little w***e?” Harry asked as he forced my face up to his stomach, his c**k only inches away from my mouth. God, it feels like we haven’t done this in forever but it’s really only been two weeks since he left. ”Hmmm.” I pretended to think for a second but my thinking was rudely interrupted by the tip of his c**k pressing against my mouth. ”I’ll assume it’s the latter.” I moaned a muffled moan as my lips wrapped around the tip of his c**k and saliva swirled over his soft skin. My mouth watered in anticipation of being f****d almost as ruthlessly as my p***y and I felt Harry’s rough hands grip each side of my head. ”Open wide.” Harry ordered, his eyes focused on mine as I opened my mouth slightly. Ignoring my taunting Harry thrusted forward while pulling my head towards his body, burying his c**k deeply in my mouth which in turn set off my gag reflex to the point where I almost choked. Almost, because luckily I know how to properly deep throat a c**k. ”Now I don’t want to hear another f*****g word coming out of that little w***e mouth of yours while you suck my cock.” Harry threatened as he pushed himself into my mouth and pulled back slightly only to push in harder. ”Easy enough?” Harry asked and I nodded submissively with my mouth full. I loved the way his c**k felt inside my mouth. I loved sucking his c**k, because it tasted like f*****g heaven and I’m not just saying that. I love the way I choke on it, I love watching my saliva coat it and I love feeling it run down the corners of my mouth. I love when he comes all the way down my throat, I love when he comes all over my face and rubs his c**k over the messy outcome, I love when he comes on my chest, on my butt, on my p***y, I love when he comes anywhere. I love when he marks me and I love that he’s f*****g durable enough to have multiple orgasms because it makes things so much kinkier. To be covered in come is my favorite outcome out of them all. I let Harry f**k my mouth as he desire. His hands held onto my head as he thrusted into my wide open mouth. My tongue lapped against his soft skin as best as it could. The soppy sound of my saliva mixing with his pre come made my p***y so damn wet. The way his fingers dug into my skin, desperate for something to hold onto as I sucked him off heavenly good. ”I’m going to mark every f*****g inch of your body that way you won’t forget who you f*****g belong to.” Harry cussed as his c**k kept sliding into my mouth. I stayed silent, gagging noises, mixed with moans and heavy breaths escaped my mouth every now and then and those were the noises I enjoyed hearing. I knew Harry loved them too. He loved hearing me choke on him and feel my throat and mouth tighten around him as my gag reflex struggled to control itself. I knew how f*****g hard it made him, seeing me on my knees like a f*****g w***e while sucking his c**k dry. It drives him crazy every time I smear his come all over my face. ”You may be a slutty little b***h but you’re my f*****g bitch.” Harry pointed out, his voice wasn’t loud like the previous boyfriends had been. His voice was leveled, controlled and soft like satin. The contrast between the harsh words said and his velvet accent made everything even better. He’s like a cute little teddy bear with the mouth of a sailor. ”Mmm.” I moaned as his hips thrusted forward and my nose properly collided with his happy trail multiple times. I could finally fit all of him in my mouth. My greedy hands reached down to massage his balls, squeezing gently and caressing them lightly as I shifted my head slightly so I could allow him all the way down in my throat. With my head angled towards the roof, Harry hovered me on the floor as he stood above me with his c**k dipping deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat before sliding further down. I could feel my saliva dripping down my face as Harry f****d my mouth and throat properly. ”Gonna come all over that pretty little face of yours.” Harry growled as my mouth tightened around his thick length. ”Make you look like the proper slut you are.” He chanted as he rammed deep into my mouth and my gag-reflex made me hurl. My mouth filled with an over flowing amount of saliva and as Harry pulled his c**k out of it, a string of saliva formed between my lips and the base of his c**k. His hand reached down to stroke his c**k and I kept my mouth open with my tongue out. My body ached for the taste of his salty come. I’d almost forgotten the way he tastes after being separated from him for so long. His long fingers wrapped so neatly around his saliva covered c**k and the sight of his hand roaming over his soft skin and his thumb caressing the tip of his c**k made my stomach clench. There’s nothing sexier than a beautiful man m**********g in front of you and I will argue with anyone who says differently. ”Fuck.” A deep growl escaped his rose colored lips as his come spilled out of his c**k and spread across my lower face. I am thankful that my boyfriend has somewhat of a good sense of where to aim. At least he isn’t going for the pornstar money shot. I would probably kill anyone coming in my eyes because that s**t hurts. His come mostly hit my mouth and lips but some it of missed, hitting my cheek and chin instead. The weird, pleasing feeling of being marked by Harry turned me on so f*****g much and this was only the beginning. My tongue swirled in my mouth, mixing his white thick come with my saliva before I pushed it out of my mouth, rubbing it all over my lips before smacking them together as if I’d just applied a thick coat of chapstick. Harry’s eyes watched me intensely, enjoying every f*****g second of my w***e show. My tongue trailed over my lips as I smeared the come on my chin over with the palm of my hand before licking it like a kitten would like it’s own paw. ”f**k me like you own me.” I growled as I reached for his c**k. My mouth spitting into my palm before stroking him hard again. He never goes completely soft after coming which I’m thankful for because I definitely wouldn’t be able to wait for him to recover. ”Please Daddy.” I begged softly with batting lashes and my sweetest voice. ”I already own you baby. You’re my little fuckwhore.” Harry grinned as he ran his finger down my chin, collecting a drop of his own come and pressing his finger against my lip. He traced my bottom lip with the pad of his finger, smearing another piece of him over me, making me in the most primitive way possibly. I bit my lip hard as I looked up into his eyes. God I’ve longed for this. ”I’m your little fuckwhore.” I repeated after him like the good girl I am. My hands fell to my lap as his c**k pressed against my lips again. I opened obediently and his c**k slid into my mouth again. Inch by inch, digging deeper and deeper until it hit the back of my throat. ”Now shut up and suck me off again.” Harry growled and my lips once again tightened around his c**k, doing the exact same thing as they did before. This time Harry came straight down my throat and I swallowed every f*****g drop of him. Savoring the taste of his salty come for a few seconds before gulping hard to show him what I good w***e I can be - at rare occasions. ”Turn around.” Harry growled, his voice gradually getting deeper, louder and more demanding. I crawled across the kitchen floor like a good girl and turned around. I heard the metal rattle through the room and before I could say something sassy, the belt collided with my ass. Now Harry doesn’t do half ass spanks with the sissy side of the belt. He does hard f*****g lashes with the metal side of the belt, the side that makes me scream out in agony and hurl over on the bed or the floor. The side that can sometimes bring me to tears. The side that makes me scream his name and beg real damn pleas for him to stop. That side. ”Now Sarah, you don’t come into my f*****g house, telling me you f****d some s**t ass man at the grocery store without getting punished babe.” Harry cooed as his belt hit me and cut through my skin like a thousand knives. The sting was unbearable and I can’t even begin to describe the burning pain that was pulsing through my ass at the moment. However, that’s a small price to pay to see someone as f*****g sexy as Harry whip a belt at me. A price I’m willing to pay any f*****g day. ”Five more and then you’ll sweetly apologize like a good f*****g whore.” Harry roared, the belt lashing through the air with a swish before hitting my ass again. My hands trembled against the floor as my knees and whole body jerked forward and I withered in pain. ”I didn’t leave for two weeks so you could act like a disgusting little w***e, walking around the house with your cunt out and f*****g other men at the grocery store Sarah.” Harry growled as the metal collided with my ass for the fourth time. The pain was unbearable. Even if he picked different target spots, it was unbearable and pulsing through my entire body but I loved it. There’s something so f*****g sexy with this whole thing. There’s something primal and intense with having a man spank you the way Harry does. It’s cruel and ruthless. You feel so small and vulnerable while enjoying the stinging aftermath of a good spank. The pain makes my adrenaline rush through my entire body and there’s something that turns me on so much. The pain mixed with pleasure is what makes it good. I love feeling like I’m falling apart while being f****d sore. I love feeling his rough hands on my bruised up ass as he rams into my dripping p***y. I love feeling his nails dig painfully into my neck as he controls the air flowing into my lungs. It’s such a f*****g weird liberating feeling to give yourself completely to the man you love and to be able to trust him with all of your heart, breath and life. How many people can say they do that on a daily basis? ”That’s five, now is there anything you’d like to say?” Harry grinned as he yanked my head back by pulling my hair. I arched my back as I tilted my head to look him in the eyes. ”No.” I grinned. I can handle a few more lashes. I know I can, even though it feels like I can’t. ”That so?” Harry raised his eyebrows at me and I wiggled my ass at him welcoming another lash of his belt - should he feel inclined to continue. ”Mhmm.” I moaned, my eyes meeting his, confirming my consent. ”Nothing at all babes?” Harry grinned as he ran the thing strip of the belt through the palm of his hand, his index and thumb fingers forming a loop for it to go through before lashing the air, making a swoosh sound. ”You sure about that?” ”There’s nothing to say Daddy.” I said sweetly as I turned my head around and bit my lip hard. The way the cold metal felt against my ass now was worse than a burn. It was like a million paper cuts just slicing through the skin covering my ass. I jerked forward, this time my arms gave in and my body fell helplessly onto the floor. Harry knew between his thumb and index finger how much I would be able to handle and if I had enough, I could always yell out the infamous safe word, marshmallows. Another lash hit across my back and my body jerked against the cold tiled floor like a dying worm. I struggled to keep my whimpering under control as the belt collided with my back one more time. God I f*****g love this aching, destructive pain. Somehow it makes me relaxed because for a second I can only focus on one thing and that’s the pain I’m currently suffering through. It relaxes me because it makes me forget about everything else. ”Tired yet babe?” Harry’s dominant voice raged through the hollow kitchen as I looked up at him from the floor. This time I nodded slightly. ”I do believe you have something to say to me?” He raised his eyebrows at me as I regained my posture and went back into my kneeling position. ”Say it or I won’t f**k you the way you deserve to be fucked.” Harry threatened me and I rolled my eyes at him. We botMh know there’s only one way to f**k me and that is by f*****g me like a proper w***e. ”How exactly do I deserve to be f****d?” I grinned as I wiggled my bruised ass against Harry’s hard c**k. His c**k rubbed between my ass crack and down my p***y slit. My wet p***y coating him in it’s juices. ”Like a filthy whore.” Harry said, his dark voice emphasizing the word w***e. God, I love being a w***e. It’s so much fun and you get lots of spankings. ”Mmm Daddy f**k me like a whore.” I begged, already knowing that begging wouldn’t be enough for him to shove his c**k inside me but it certainly would make him hard. ”Use my slut dripping p***y all f*****g night baby.” I moaned as I reached down to rub my clit. Too excited to handle my own torture. ”S’that what you want baby?” Harry asked rubbing his c**k against both my entrances. ”Have Daddy f**k your tight f**k holes all night until you’re so f*****g exhausted you can’t even breathe properly? That it babe?” Harry taunted me as his c**k swirled across my entrance, pressing gently against my wide open hole. ”Yes Daddy, please.” I moaned, feeling the tip of his c**k rubbing against my ass as he stroked the length with the palm of his hand. ”Use my f**k hole all night Daddy, make me your f*****g cumwhore.” I screamed out in frustration as he slowly pressed the head of his c**k against my p***y entrance all over again, this time pressing it slightly into me. ”S’that what you wanna be Sarah? Daddy’s little cumwhore?” Harry growled as he gripped both sides of my hips and slammed into me hard. I yelped as I felt the thickness of his c**k spread my tight p***y walls apart. ”Yes Daddy, oh God.” I moaned, feeling him stretch my tight w***e p***y inch by inch. I love us like this, so f*****g raw and passionate on the f*****g kitchen floor. Harry grabbed both ends of the belt and pushed it against my neck, making it significantly harder for me to breathe. ”Tell me you’re sorry for acting like a little w***e?” Harry said in a threatening dark voice as the belt collided with my bony neck. ”I’m sorry.” I moaned as he tightened the belt around my neck and f****d me hard from behind. Every inch of his thick c**k slammed into me at a steady pace. The feeling of his heavy weight pressing against my sore ass made me gasp. This is why spanking makes everything so much better. With every thrust I’m reminded of the man who owns my f*****g body. The only man who could ever mark me like this. The only man I’ll ever be a w***e for. ”Good girl.” Harry growled through his gritted teeth as his c**k drilled into my tightening cunt. He pulled the belt with one hand, fisted my hair with the other hand and my body had to jerk back and fourth on its own on the concrete floor. My knees ached against the stone cold tiles and my palms were getting more and more unsteady with each thrust. ”You like having your tight f*****g hole stretched baby?” Harry growled as he released my hair and ran his hand over my stomach down against my clit. ”Tell me how much you like feeling my c**k ram into you baby?” Harry demanded. Breathless, choking, speechless and empty of any sane thoughts I released a high pitched noise. ”Tell me how much you love having Daddy’s thick c**k sink into your innocent Princess cunt!” Harry yelled as he tightened his grip on the belt, choking me almost completely. I coughed hard as the tingles of excitement rushed through my spine. ”f**k, I love it Daddy.” I choked out in ecstasy as he ease his grip around the belt that was pulling my neck back. ”Mhm, you better f*****g love it.” Harry growled as he rubbed his fingers violently over my hard clit. The sharp tingles took over every nerve in my body and I clenched as hard as I could around his c**k. ”So f*****g tight baby, oh my God.” Harry moaned as I felt pulses go through my walls, tightening them even further. ”Are you gonna be a good girl and come for Daddy? Make his c**k dripping wet with your w***e ass cunt?” Harry growled as he pulled me to a stand, his hand replacing his belt as he f****d his c**k deeper inside me. His fingers tightened around my throat and I desperately grasped for air as he tossed the belt to the side. His other hand shoved his fingers into my mouth hard, making me choke and hurl, wiggling against his c**k desperate for air and a release. ”Don’t you f*****g dare disrespect me again Sarah.” Harry growled into my ear. ”We both f*****g know the only c**k good enough for your slut ass cunt is mine. So don’t insult me with disgusting lies. It’s degrading.” His f*****g voice was like a dirty melody to my ears. ”Now you better get yourself off on my c**k real good or I’ll toss you to the side like the worthless w***e you really are.” And with that, my walls clenched one last time before a strong, heartbreaking climax took over my body. I shook as Harry lifted me off the ground, burying himself deep inside me while I climaxed. Every nerve in my body convulsed and the breathless, strained coming out of my gagging mouth was enough to make Harry spill his warm come inside me. Marking me one last time. ”I should’ve agreed to this earlier.” Harry chuckled into my ear as he set me back down on the floor and his grip loosened around my neck, allowing me to breathe properly. ”I f*****g told you so. I knew you’d like it.” I smiled proud of my accomplishment. ”About those panties though-” Harry grinned. ”If I catch you walking around the house without em one more time-” My mouth interrupted his possessive threat as we kissed hard