DADDY'S BEST FRIENDS: Filthy Short Erotica Collections

THERE WAS NO WAY IN HELL

Chapter 6

My fingers curled tight around Mike’s hard, throbbing c**k under the water.

Goddd, the size of it made something deep inside me come alive. I knew right then the best place for this c**k was in my mouth.

I was already drooling just from holding it, imagining how it would stretch my lips and fill my throat.

The thought made me squeeze my thighs together hard.

“I know you want to taste it,” Mike said, voice low and rough. “I can see it in your eyes. Take it all, bitch.” I should’ve gotten mad at him calling me that… but f**k, it only made me wetter.

It made me greedy. I wanted him to call me even worse things.

A cocky smile spread across his face. “You like it when I call you b***h, don’t you?” I nodded fast, looking up at him with pure want in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, daddy’s gonna let you taste it till you’re satisfied, b***h. Show daddy how much of a b***h you are.” I didn’t wait for him to finish talking. My mouth was already on him.

I sucked the fat head between my lips, tongue swirling around it, tasting the salty precum leaking out.

Mike groaned deep and his hand fisted in my wet hair. That pull sent a rush straight to my p***y.

I took him deeper, spit already dripping down his thick shaft. My p***y was throbbing so bad I kept squeezing my thighs together under the water, trying to get some relief.

Mike’s hips pushed up slowly, feeding me more c**k. “That’s it… good little bitch.” His words made me moan around him.

The vibration made his c**k twitch hard on my tongue. I loved it. I loved being his b***h right now.

I bobbed faster, sucking sloppy and wet, taking him as deep as I could. My hand stroked the part I couldn’t fit in my mouth, twisting tight.

Wet sounds bubbled under the water with every stroke. Mike groaned louder. His fingers tightened in my hair.

“f**k, you’re such a greedy slut for daddy’s cock.” I whimpered around his thickness.

My n*****s were rock hard and my p***y was dripping, I wanted him to use my mouth harder.

He suddenly pulled me off his c**k with a wet pop. Before I could complain, he slid two thick fingers deep into my p***y, curling them right against my spot.

I gasped, mouth still open, spit connecting my lips to his c**k.

“Not done with you yet,” he growled. “Daddy’s gonna make this sloppy cunt c*m first.” His fingers pumped fast, thumb rubbing my swollen c**t.

I was shaking already, moaning loud, hips rocking desperately on his hand while I kept stroking his c**k with my fist.

“c*m for me, b***h. Squirt on daddy’s fingers like the dirty w***e you are.” The words pushed me over the edge. My p***y clamped down hard and I squirted, hot pulses shooting into the pool water.

My whole body shook as I cried out, thighs trembling, eyes rolling back.

Mike held me through it, fingers still buried deep, then pulled me close and kissed me filthy, tasting himself on my tongue.

“My perfect little cumslut,” he whispered against my lips, voice rough with lust. “Good bitch.”

I stayed pressed against Mike’s chest for a second, trying to catch my breath.

My heart was still beating fast and my p***y kept twitching around his fingers.

I was still shaking a little from how hard I’d just c*m, but I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I wanted to pleasure him. I needed to make him c*m. I wanted to hear exactly what he sounded like when he lost it for me, if it was as I'd imagined it.

I looked up at him, lips swollen, chin messy with spit, and without saying a word I slid back down and took his c**k back into my mouth.

I sucked him deep right away, greedy and hungry, he groaned loud and his hand fisted tight in my wet hair.

That strong grip sent another rush straight to my unsatisfied p***y.

He didn’t let me stay in control, he held my head right where he wanted it and started thrusting up into my mouth, pushing his thick c**k all the way to the back of my throat.

I gagged hard around him, eyes watering, but f**k… I loved it. My p***y clenched every single time he hit deep.

He f****d my throat in steady, deep strokes. Not hurting me, but taking complete control. Showing me exactly who was in charge.

My lips stretched wide around his thickness and every thrust made me feel so full. So owned.

I moaned loud around his c**k. I was sure the others in the house could hear me, but I didn’t care at all.

This was better than anything I had ever imagined while touching myself. This was more than I had ever pleased myself to. This was perfection.

I loved how his d**k stretched my mouth, loved how he took control, loved being used like his little b***h.

Mike’s grip in my hair got even tighter. His hips moved faster, f*****g my throat harder.

“f**k… that’s it, b***h. Take daddy’s c**k like a good little slut.” I gagged again but kept sucking, spit running down my chin and dripping onto my t**s, tears slipping down my face.

My loud moans vibrated around his thickness and I felt his c**k swell even bigger in my mouth.

He groaned deep and rough. “Gonna c*m down your throat, baby…” I wanted it so bad.

I wanted to hear him, wanted to feel him explode.

His fist tightened in my hair as he shoved deep one last time.

His c**k pulsed hard and he came with a loud, broken groan that went straight between my legs.

Hot, thick ropes of c*m shot down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was so much some leaked from the corners of my mouth.

He kept thrusting shallowly, riding out every pulse, growling and cursing under his breath. It sounded like magic, perfect in every way.

I stayed there, mouth full of his c**k, swallowing every drop while my own body shook with how turned on I still was.

When he finally finished, he loosened his grip in my hair but didn’t pull me off right away. He stroked my head almost gently, breathing hard.

“Such a good little b***h,” he rasped, voice completely wrecked. “You took every f*****g drop.” I looked up at him, lips swollen, chin messy with spit and c*m, and I knew there was no way in hell this was ever ending.