Call Me Daddy (Taboo Erotica Collections)

FORBIDDEN LESSONS (II)

Maya

My knees dug into the rough office rug, the fibers scraping my skin as I leaned forward. Daniel’s belt was still looped loosely around his wrists, the leather soft against his skin but tight enough to remind me who was in charge. His c**k stood thick and heavy, already glistening at the tip, and he guided it slowly toward my waiting mouth.

“Open up for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

I parted my lips, feeling the heat of him press against my tongue. He pushed in, inch by inch, filling my mouth until I felt the stretch, the familiar gag reflex kicking in as his thickness hit the back of my throat. I gagged lightly, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing as I took him deeper.

“That’s it,” Daniel hissed, his fingers tightening around the belt. “You’re learning fast. Such a good girl for Daddy.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making him shudder. My own panties lay in a damp heap nearby, the scent of my arousal mixing with the musky smell of his skin. I could feel my own wetness dripping down my thighs, slick and hot, each pulse of my core echoing the rhythm of his thrusts.

He pulled back just enough for me to breathe, then slid back in, deeper this time. “Look at you,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek. “All naked and eager on my rug, begging for my c**k. You love this, don’t you? You love being my little slut.”

I nodded, eyes watering but bright with desire. “Yes, Daddy… I love it. I love feeling you… filling me…”

He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Good. Because today we’re going further. I want to hear you scream. I want to feel you clamp around me when I’m deep inside that tight little p***y of yours.”

I whimpered, the promise of more making me clench involuntarily. He slipped his free hand down, fingers finding my slick folds, rubbing slow circles over my c**t. I jerked, a gasp escaping my lips despite the c**k still filling my mouth.

“f**k, you’re so wet,” he growled. “Did you think about me all morning? Did you touch yourself thinking about how I’m going to ruin you today?”

I managed a muffled “yes” around him, my hips bucking against his hand. He slipped two fingers inside me, curling them upward, hitting that spot that made me see stars. I moaned loudly, the sound vibrating against his shaft, and he responded with a low grunt.

“Look at you, taking my fingers like a good w***e,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Soon you’ll be taking my whole c**k. I’m going to stretch you out, make you mine in every way.”

He pulled his c**k from my mouth with a wet pop, leaving a strand of saliva connecting my lips to his tip. I panted, chest heaving, saliva dripping down my chin. He lifted me by the hips, turning me so I faced the desk, my breasts pressed against the cool wood. He shoved me forward, bending me over the desk, my ass raised high.

“Stay like that,” he commanded, his voice firm. “Don’t move unless I say.”

He grabbed the belt still around his wrists and gave it a quick tug, tightening it just enough to remind me of his control. Then he spread my legs wider, exposing my glistening p***y to the cool air. He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear.

“I’m going to f**k you hard, Maya. I’m going to make you feel every inch of me. And when I’m done, you’re going to beg for more.”

He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his c**k pressing against my slick folds. I could feel the heat, the promise of pain and pleasure intertwined. He pushed in slowly, stretching my tight walls, inch by agonizing inch. I gasped, my nails digging into the desk as he filled me completely.

“f**k… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips pressing flush against my ass. “Feels like you were made for my cock.”

He began to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, making me feel the drag of his shaft against my inner walls. I moaned, the sound raw and needy, my body trembling with each movement.

“Harder, Daddy,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please… f**k me harder.”

He obliged, picking up the pace, his hips snapping forward with force. The desk creaked under our weight, the sound mixing with our ragged breathing. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure up my spine, my c**t rubbing against the desk’s edge with every movement.

“You like that?” he grunted, his hand sliding under me to pinch my n****e hard. “You like being f****d like a dirty little slut?”

“Yes… yes!” I cried, my back arching. “I’m your slut… I’m yours…”

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear. “Say it again. Say you belong to me.”

“I belong to you, Daddy,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “Only yours.”

He growled, his thrusts becoming more violent, his c**k pounding into me with relentless force. I felt the familiar pressure building low in my belly, a tight coil ready to snap. My breath came in ragged gasps, each one louder than the last.

“I’m gonna c*m,” I moaned, my voice trembling. “I’m gonna c*m all over your c**k, Daddy.”

“Do it,” he commanded, his grip tightening on my hips. “c*m for me. Show me how much you love being f****d by your stepdad.”

The words sent me over the edge. My orgasm hit like a wave, my p***y clenching violently around his c**k, my body shaking as I screamed his name. I felt hot liquid gush out, coating his shaft, dripping onto the desk below.

Daniel groaned, his own release building fast. He slammed into me a few more times, his movements frantic, then froze as he came, his c**k throbbing deep inside me, filling me with his hot seed. He shuddered against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he rode out the last pulses of his orgasm.

We stayed locked together for a moment, both panting, sweat slicking our skins. He slowly withdrew, a string of c*m and my juices trailing from my p***y to the desk. He stepped back, admiring the sight of my trembling, flushed body, my ass still raised, my lips swollen from sucking him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft now but still commanding. “You took me so well. Look at you… all messy and satisfied.”

I lowered myself to the rug, my legs shaking. I reached down, touching my slick folds, feeling the mix of our c*m. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting myself and him, a shudder of pleasure running through me.

“Your turn,” Daniel said, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to taste you now. I want to lick every drop of you clean.”

He knelt between my legs, spreading me wide. He lowered his head, his tongue dragging slowly from my entrance up to my c**t, tasting the sweet salty mix of my arousal and his c*m. I moaned, my hips bucking against his face.

“f**k, Daniel…” I gasped. “Your tongue… it feels so good…”

He licked harder, sucking my c**t into his mouth, his fingers slipping back inside me to curl and thrust. I cried out, my hands gripping the rug, my body trembling as another orgasm began to build.

“You’re so f*****g delicious,” he muttered against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “I could eat you all day.”

I gasped as he added a second finger, stretching me, pumping in rhythm with his sucking. The pleasure mounted, tighter and tighter, until I felt it snap again. I screamed, my back arching off the rug, my p***y gushing onto his face as I came hard, my legs trembling uncontrollably.

He lapped up my juices, groaning with satisfaction. When he finally pulled back, his mouth glistening, he looked up at me with a smirk.

“You taste like heaven, baby,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “And you’re mine. Every f*****g drop of you.”

I lay there, breathing hard, my body still tingling. I reached up, pulling him down for a kiss, our lips meeting in a fierce, hungry clash. I could taste myself on his tongue, mixed with his own flavor, and I moaned into the kiss.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered between breaths. “I love being yours.”

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. “I love you too, Maya.”

He stood, helping me to my feet, his hand still firm on my waist. He guided me to the couch, pulling me onto his lap, my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, his lips brushing my neck.

“Let’s clean you up,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to rub slow circles on my stomach. “Then we’ll start again. I have a lot more lessons planned for this weekend.”

I leaned into him, feeling his hard c**k press against my ass through his trousers, already promising more. I closed my eyes, ready for whatever he had in store, eager to push my limits, to be claimed completely, to belong to him in every filthy, irreversible way.