The angle had to be hell on his neck, but he didn’t seem to care. Fluttering his tongu
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my wet skin, he had me straining against my bonds, the metal of the cuffs digging into my limbs. The louder my moans got, the more he centered on my clit. The first orgasm hit me like a freight train.
Everything turned white as I melted inside. Every muscle, every sinew went tight and my breath went ragged, drawing air in short, clipped gasps. I heard a keening noise, and realized it was me, the sound coming from deep in my throat as my body released. I’d gotten quite good at making myself come over the years, but none of them compared to this.
It was amazing. Unbelievable. Almost painful. As he eased up on my sensitive nub, I came down, my arched back relaxing and settling back on the bed. “Jesus Christ, Dad.” I was still catching my breath when he pulled off completely, stood and unzipped his pants.
My attention immediately went to his crotch. Sure, I’d seen it yesterday, but it’d been at a distance, and not an ideal angle. Now his beautiful dick was being exposed right in front of my
eyes.
He let his pants drop, leaving only a pair of boxer briefs that were severely distended by his hard cock. Stretching the elastic to get it past the head, he tugged his underwear down and stood there in all his glory, the shaft thick and veiny and topped by a mushroom head that was already slick at the tip.
It was magnificent. I literally salivated, wanting to touch it, feel it, taste it. So huge! How would that thing even fit inside me. It was a little scary, to be honest. “Daddy, you’re…”
He knew what I meant. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll go slow. It’ll fit, I promise.” “I… can I taste it? You did me so good, I just wanna…”
“Of course. I’d like that.” He climbed over me until he straddled my chest, my nipples rubbing against the insides of his muscular thighs. Stuffing a couple of pillows behind my head, he gave me a better angle before he pointed himself at my lips.
