Five minutes after I walked through the door we were in your bed, no time even for foreplay, we were both too hungry. You fumbled with my belt and zipper while I stripped your dress over your head and threw it across the room, collapsing on your like a building, my mouth hungry and on yours as your hands freed my cock. I rumbled into your mouth as your eager, sure hands stroked and squeezed my hard shaft and rubbed it against your cunt still covered by your panties, the lace rasping against the head of my cock.
"Daddy, I missed you," you whispered as you teased us both.
"I missed you too, little girl."
I reached down and fastened my hand around your throat and your hands left my cock to wrap around my forearm, the muscles tensing as I squeezed. You didn't try to stop me, only played your fingers up and down my arm. I reached down with the other hand and moved your panties to the side and slid myself into you in one motion, all the way to the hilt. Your eyes widened and you gurgled against the pressure of my hand as your eyes rolled back in your head.
"Christ, your cunt is white hot kitten," I growled as I fucked you.
There was no romance here, only hunger. I fucked you deep, removing my cock almost entirely from your wet cunt before thrusting home again with slow violence, grinding my pelvis against your cunt and kissing you, biting your lips, licking you from chin to upper lip and back, not a man, but a wolf feeding on you.
"Fuck me, daddy. Just fuck me. Use me," you whispered against my mouth.
"Whatever you want, kitten, you can have."
"I want your cock. I want your cum. Give it to me," you whimpered.
"Such a good girl."
I reached forward, stroking my hands up your ribs and across your tits, my rough palms rasped across your nipples on the way up to grab your arms and pin them above your head as I drove into you, growling deep in my chest and sinking my teeth into your neck.
"I'm hungry, daddy. I need your cum."
I growled into your neck and picked up the speed of my thrusts. I brought up knees in close and lifted your hips above the bed between one forceful thrust and the next so that your ass was resting against my thighs. I curled you up in a ball against me, sliding even deeper into your cunt at an angle that was just shy of painful. I bottomed out and you moaned into my mouth.
Then I fucked you. Hard. Fast. Ugly. Rough. You bounced against me and howled into my chest. It had been more than a week since I'd cum, I was boiling with need and I had no care for your pleasure at all. I needed to be emptied out completely, to fill you to the brimming point, to watch it spill out and drip from you. To defile you and cover ever inch of you, to mark you. I wanted you to stink of my cum and spit when I was finished, so that you could walk any street and men in a hundred directions would know who owned that little cunt, that somebody had marked you as his property. I fucked you harder and harder, your cunt singing and clutching my throbbing length. I reached the edge between one thrust and the next. You whimpered.
"Please, daddy. Please, I can't take any more."
"I'll stop when I want to, kitten."
"I need it."
"Tell me."
"I need your cum. I need it. Give it to me daddy, please."
"Where do you want it? Tell daddy how you want to be fed."
"I want it in my mouth, daddy."
I slowed down, but did not stop thrusting into hard and deep.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, god. Give it to me."
"Mmm. That's my good girl."
I picked up speed again and pounded you until I crested and drew back from you.
"Get the fuck over here, Isabelle," I said and reached down to grab you by the back of the neck and help you up, my other hand gripping my throbbing cock in my fist. You laughed and giggled a happy little sound as I guided your mouth to my cock just as it burst. You clamped your lips over it and guzzled happily, both hands milking my shaft of every hot drop. I gently stroked your throat and cheeks, feeling you gulp and swallow every drop of more than a week of pent up desire, of deprivation. You swallowed every drop and sucked my cock as I came down, moaning deep in your throat with satisfaction and sucking hard to get the last of my cum. I lifted you up and you opened your mouth wide in a smile and stuck out your tongue to show me that you'd swallowed all of it.
"See, daddy?"
"Good girl," I whispered and kissed you deep, holding you against me, the sweat between us making us slick and warm against each other. "Such a good girl."
"I'm the best girl."
"Yes, you are, kitten."
Then I swept you up in my arms and carried you to the kitchen, grabbing a bucket on the way with beers and ice and carried drinks and spent, sweaty woman all at once up to the roof and walked into the pool under the hot afternoon sun. We sat against the wall, you cradled in my lap and drank and kissed and closed our eyes in the warm, summer sun. I lit us a cigarette to share and we smoked and drank and made satisfied noises against each other, you cradled against me in the warm water. I folded a towel double and laid it on the edge of the pool.
"Get on your hands and knees, kitten,"
"Where, daddy?" You said with an expectant, lazy smile.
"I'm going to eat that cunt I just got done fucking."
