Daddy Made Me Bad

Dominos

Friendly Rivalry (2)

The kiss ignited everything we had buried for years. Blue’s mouth claimed mine with the same aggressive fire I gave back, our tongues battling for dominance as years of resentment poured out in a single heated clash.

I hated how good she tasted. I hated how my body responded instantly, nípples tightening and my pússy throbbing with fresh wetness. Neither of us was willing to yield. Not now. Not ever.

I shoved her backward onto the sleeping bags, climbing on top of her and straddling her hips. My hands fisted in her dark hair, yanking her head back so I could bite down hard on the side of her neck.

Blue gasped sharply, then growled and flipped us with surprising strength, pinning me beneath her. She returned the bite on my collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a deep purple mark that I knew would bruise by morning. The pain mixed with sharp pleasure, making me arch up against her.

We tore at each other’s clothes in the cramped tent, zippers rasping and fabric ripping slightly in our haste. Her hands were rough as she shoved my skirt up around my waist and yanked my panties down my thighs. I did the same to her, digging my nails into her ass hard enough to draw red lines across her skin.

She hissed in response and slapped my inner thigh, the sting blooming into heat that made my pússy clench.

"You always think you are better than me," Blue snarled against my mouth before biting my lower lip.

I laughed breathlessly, angry and turned on beyond reason. "I am better. And I am going to make you admit it."

She thrust two fingers inside me without warning, deep and demanding. I cried out, my walls gripping her tightly as she fúcked me with fast, punishing strokes. The wet sounds of her fingers plunging into my soaked pússy filled the tent.

I refused to let her win so easily. Reaching between us, I found her dripping folds and drove two fingers into her just as roughly, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. Blue moaned loudly, her hips rocking against my hand even as she continued finger-fúcking me with relentless force.

We moved like two dominos crashing against each other, neither willing to fall first. I scratched down her back, leaving long red trails that made her f**k me harder. She pinched my nípples viciously, twisting them until I moaned and retaliated by biting her breasts, sucking a dark hickey right beside her n****e. Our bodies pressed together, slick with sweat, grinding and thrusting as we competed even in this.

Blue suddenly pulled her fingers out of me and shoved my thighs wide apart. Before I could protest, she lowered her mouth to my pússy and devoured me with raw hunger. Her tongue lashed against my swollen c**t before she sucked it hard between her lips.

I grabbed her hair with both hands, holding her there while grinding against her face, smearing my juices across her mouth and chin. The pleasure was intense, almost too much, but I still managed to pull her up by her hair and flip our positions again.

I attacked her pússy with the same ferocity, licking and sucking her dripping folds while pushing three fingers deep inside her. Blue’s thighs clamped around my head, trembling as she cursed and moaned my name mixed with insults. We rolled across the sleeping bags, trading control every few minutes. One moment I was riding her face, the next she had me bent over with her tongue buried in me from behind while her fingers rubbed my c**t roughly.

Marks bloomed everywhere. Bite marks decorated my breasts and inner thighs. Her neck and shoulders carried my hickeys and scratches.

We left no part untouched.

I slapped her ass hard as she rubbed against me, our soaked pússies grinding together in messy, desperate strokes. The friction against my c**t combined with the wet slide of her folds nearly sent me over the edge. Blue gripped my hips bruisingly and rocked faster, her own moans growing louder as we chased release together.

Neither of us came quietly. When my orgasm finally hit, it tore through me with violent intensity. I cried out, thighs shaking as I soaked her pússy with my release. Blue followed right after, her body convulsing against mine while she cursed and dug her nails deeper into my skin. We did not stop. The anger and rivalry fueled us through the night, turning every climax into another battle.

We fúcked in every position the small tent allowed. I sat on her face while she gripped my ass and tongue-fúcked me until I came again. She bent me over and spanked my pússy lightly before driving her fingers back inside me.

We scissored desperately, clits rubbing together in frantic rhythm until we both shattered once more. Sweat coated our bodies. Our hair was tangled, lips swollen, and skin covered in fresh marks that would be impossible to hide tomorrow.

By the time the sky outside began to lighten, we had lost count of how many times we had made each other come.

My pússy felt raw and thoroughly used, aching in the most satisfying way. Blue’s folds were equally swollen and sensitive, glistening with our combined juices. We lay tangled together, breathing heavily, bodies exhausted yet still pressed close.

I traced a fresh bite mark on her shoulder with my fingertip, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and tenderness. The hatred that had defined us for years had not disappeared. It had simply transformed into something fiercer and far more intimate. Blue met my gaze in the dim morning light filtering through the tent fabric, her eyes still carrying that familiar competitive spark.

"This does not mean you win," she whispered hoarsely, though her fingers stroked lazily along my spine.

I smiled against her skin and bit her shoulder again, gentler this time. "We will see about that."

Neither of us was willing to be subdued, even now. But as we drifted toward exhausted sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies marked and pússies sore from hours of rough, angry séx, I realized the thin line between hatred and something deeper had been completely erased. This rivalry was only just beginning.