Every thrust sent me to the moon and every kiss brought me back to earth. I didn't think it could possibly get any better than this...then he tucked a leg under him and pulled the other up onto his shoulder and drove his dick deeper than I thought possible. I cried out and gripped his chest with one hand and his thigh with the other, urging him to keep his pace. He fucked me with so much need and determination and raw lust. Every thrust sent a shot of pain through me and warmed my entire body. I could hear my pussy, greedily clinging to him, pop when he pulled back. I pouted. I needed him inside me. He grinned wickedly and simply said "Bend over. Now."
I scrambled to assume the position. My favorite position. The second I bent over he was inside me. Gripping my ass and waist and fucking me harder than ever before. All I could do was scream and push back, meeting every thrust of his with one of my own. The pain was so intense as he slammed into my pussy over and over that I lost all sense of any and everything. My words were a garbled mess, each "Oh Daddy" running into the next "Fuck!" until nothing I said came out as anything other than a feral cry of pure ecstasy. Suddenly his pace changed and I felt his hands clamp down on my ass as he let out a guttural growl and thrust harder, emptying himself into me. He stilled and I pushed back, grinding, making sure every drop was emptied into my pussy...his pussy. As I pushed up onto my hands, he leaned forward and bit my shoulder, hard, leaving his mark as he pulled himself from deep inside me and said "Come here baby. Clean him off."