Daddy’s Plaything

All Yours Daddy…

Marina.

“No, Daddy. It’s all—all for you.” My voice broke on a whimper as he added a second finger, scissoring them inside me, stretching me wider. The burn was delicious, a mix of pain and pleasure that had me grinding against his hand, desperate for more.

“Now you can stop watching and take this candy for yourself.” He pulled his fingers out abruptly, the sudden emptiness leaving me whining pathetically, my p***y clenching around nothing.

But I swallowed it down when my eyes tracked his hands, watching with bated breath as he unwrapped the lollipop, the crinkle of the plastic echoing like a dirty promise.

My breathing shallowed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he waved it over my mouth, teasing me. The sweet scent mixed with the musky aroma of my arousal hanging in the air.

“You want to suck it, don’t you?”

I opened my mouth wide in response, drooling as I imagined it was his c**k instead forcing its way down my throat.

“Not yet, naughty girl.” His voice was a growl, dripping with control.

A large, calloused hand slid possessively over my quivering stomach, trailing up to my chest where he cupped my left breast firmly. The heat of his palm seared my skin, making me arch into his touch.

A moan slipped free. “Ahh...”

His thumb and forefinger pinched my n****e hard, twisting it with just enough force to send a jolt of electric pain straight to my spine.

I gripped the sheets, trying to focus as my mind spiraled into a haze of new sensations at the way my body buzzed with need, desire, and hunger all blending into one heady cocktail of lust.

I wanted to f*****g explode.

“Hmm. This is nice.” He gave my breast a light squeeze, then kneaded it roughly, his fingers digging in like he owned every inch of me.

“Better than the last time I saw them. They fit perfectly into my palm.”

My face glowed under his praise, a blush spreading from my cheeks to my chest. I’d always wanted to have breasts just like Gina’s big, perky ones. I wanted them to bounce and entice him him enough to be fondled.

Finally, hearing him say they were made for him, made me feel so desired, so hot and filthy for him.

I wanted to beg him to say it again.

But I was reminded of the lollipop when he began to trace it slowly down my thigh, the sticky surface leaving a trail of sweetness on my feverish skin.

My hips arched off the bed when he rolled it further down, inching toward my dripping p***y.

“Oh f**k,” I moaned loudly as the lollipop circled my c**t, coating with my juices.

“Let Daddy make you sweeter, my little slut.” His free hand gripped my thigh, prying my legs wider apart with bruising force.

He pressed the lollipop harder against my c**t, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had me writhing, my back lifting off the mattress.

My head flung back onto the bed, a heavy moan rushing out of me as the candy found its way into my entrance, pushing inside with a slick pop.

The sensation was so intoxicating, the hard round shape stretching me just enough to tease, the stickiness clinging to my walls as he twisted it deeper.

“Yes, Daddy. Just like that.”

Pleasure built like a storm, coiling tight in my belly, my inner muscles fluttering and tightening.

“You’re such a good girl. So f*****g ripe and perfect.”

He pumped the lollipop in and out, f*****g me with it slowly like he was in no rush.

I felt like a toy in his hands—his to use, his to defile and break—and it was everything I'd ever craved.

Properly coated with my juices, James removed the glistening lollipop and made me whimper at the loss.

He brought it back up to my mouth, hovering it just out of reach. “Open wide, doll. Taste how sweet you are for Daddy.”

My lips parted eagerly, tongue lolling out desperately.

He slid the sticky candy onto my tongue, the flavor exploding as my mouth closed around it.

It was so f*****g hot that I moaned around it, sucking greedily as if it were his c**k. My eyes locked onto his, pleading for more as I swirled my tongue, lapping up every drop of myself.

“That's it, suck it clean,” he commanded, his voice rough like it took a great deal to hold himself back.

He watched me with dark, hungry eyes, his free hand going down to stroke his c**k.

“You like that, don't you? Tasting your own slutty juices while Daddy gets ready to wreck this tight little cunt.”

I nodded around the lollipop, humming my agreement, my body trembling with anticipation.

He pulled the candy out with a pop, tossing it aside, and climbed onto the bed, his massive frame caging me in. His hands gripped my hips roughly, flipping me onto my stomach with effortless strength.

“Ass up, face down, little girl. Daddy's going to f**k you raw.”

A thrill of fear and excitement shot through me as I obeyed, pushing my ass high, presenting myself like an offering.

His palm cracked against my cheek in a sharp slap, the sting blooming into heat that made me yelp.

“Wider.”

“Yes, D-Daddy.” My hands shook as I reached back, parting my ass for him, feeling exposed, vulnerable, and so turned on I could barely think.

His cockhead nudged my entrance, slick with pre-c*m, as he teased me, rubbing it up and down my folds. “Beg for it, Marina. Beg Daddy to ruin you.”

“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered, pushing back against him and panting like an animal. “f**k me. I want this. I’ve always wanted this. For so long. Stretch my p***y with your big c**k. Make me yours.”

With a guttural groan, he thrust forward, burying only half his length in one brutal stroke.

“Ohhh!”

The stretch was intense, burning as my walls gripped him, unused to anything so thick and painful and f*****g delicious.

“f**k, so tight,” he growled, pulling back only to slam deeper, until his balls slapped against my c**t as he buried himself fully.

I screamed into the pillow, the mix of pain and pleasure exploding behind my eyes, tears of ecstasy streaming down my face.

“You're mine now, my filthy little niece,” he rasped, leaning over me to bite my shoulder, marking me with his teeth. “This p***y belongs to Daddy. Say it.”

“It's yours, Daddy! All yours!” I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in an embarrassing wave.