Oh yes, daddy!

Sophie awoke some time later, still sore and bruised, but calmer now. She faced him, her ‘rock’. their bodies still entwined as she clung to him, almost baby like, her arms around his back and her knees pulled up to grip him tight around the waist. Her favourite position. Safe.

She moved a hand to his chest to stroke the greying hair that matted there and smiled as she played, enjoying the sensation. She looked down his body, between their bodies to where her legs parted as they held on to him. His cock rested, flaccid, on his thigh but, in this position, was close to her vulva. She moved her hand down to toy with him, feeling his cock harden, growing thick in her small hand. She played some more, rubbing her hand slowly up and down as he slept, until his penis stood fat and proud , the tip very close to her parted lips now. She shifted to adjust her position and considered her options. She had been here before. It would be so easy right now just to slip that tip inside, to ride him as he slept, his pole deep inside her.

She held his rigid cock tight as she looked in his face again and sighed. She so wanted to, but he had always insisted that was not their relationship. Still, after the events earlier in the evening, she wondered.

She slid slowly down his body and took the tip of his cock in her mouth to give it a loving, warm, wet kiss. She savoured the taste of his salty, thick cock in her mouth, but, feeling him stir in his sleep, moved back up his body to cuddle him again. His rigid member lay trapped between them, still invitingly close to her sex.

Restless. she moved so the tip rested against her labia, testing her resolve, practically holding her breath. Small movements of her hips against the big man enabled her to rub the tip stealthily along her lips. Watching his sleeping, peaceful face, she weakened. She pushed, letting the tip of his cock inside her. It was easy, so easy. In fact, she was so ready for him, the hardest bit was not slipping him all the way in.

She smiled to herself, “I’m such an easy...”, and her mind was made up. Cocking her leg over his hip for purchase, she gently slid him inside her. Out again, then in, slow and exquisite. Naughty.

Wanting more, she slowly pushed him over onto his back, watching for signs of wakefulness as she carefully straddled him, with his cock still inside her. Small and light atop his large frame, she eased his cock in and out of her stealthily, just using her hips as her hands braced against him, looking down lovingly into this gorgeous man’s face. Pushing him fully inside her again, she arched her back with her eyes closed to luxuriate in the sensation of having him deep inside her. This is what she had wanted, for months now, if she were honest.

Opening her eyes to face him again, she leaned forwards to steal a kiss and froze when his eyes flicked open.

“Sophie? No. No, we mustn’t”, he started, putting his hands to her hips and starting to urge her away from him. She responded by putting her finger to his lips.

“Shush, my love”, as she ground herself down on his cock inside her, “I need this”, as she ground again, “we need this”.

When he saw the look in her eyes, he relented and relaxed back down onto the bed and watched, confused, as Sophie straightened her back, sitting up to ride him. He was rapt as she rode back and forth on his dick, rocking, eyes locked onto his. Biting on her bottom lip in concentration, a flush came to her cheeks as she got closer and closer to orgasm. Little sounds escaped her mouth as she speeded up, roughly grinding herself against him, eyes closed. A jumble of images swirled through her mind as her imagination ran riot, a sensation of being impaled on the shaft deep inside her. A candle. A wooden bedpost. Demonic images, mythological beasts, from stories she’d read. She came gently, with a little shudder and a sigh as that tipped her over the edge.

Flicking her eyes open again, she looked down upon him. “Come for me darling”, she urged, rocking her hips back and forth to bump her clitoris against his shaft in her afterglow .

Smiling up at her now, he moved in time, thrusting his penis up inside her as he held on to her hips. Pushing upwards, again and again and she watched her lover’s face contorted with pleasure as he willingly penetrated the small girl that sat astride him. Again and again.

His rod deep, so deep, on every renewed thrust, yet still his orgasm eluded her. She wanted him to cum. She wanted his sperm inside her.

Sophie paused her rocking and slid his cock from her as she slipped to one side and turned around in the bed to face away from him , on her hands and knees. Taking his hand, she urged him up, to join her, slipping his old cock easily inside her waiting young maw, and they coupled like that, doggy style on the bed.

With renewed enthusiasm he moved back and forth in and out of her as she observed their reflections in the bedroom mirror. He, bigger and older, covering her tiny naked frame as he fucked his young girl, making her mew with each deep thrust, as her little tits jiggled.

Sophie was on a plateau of excitement, a constant warm tingle suffused her, yet the thing she desired most, his ejaculate, eluded her. Watching him, she reached down and cupped his swinging balls. Eyes closed as she explored the many contours and sensations, let her imagination run again, the bull of her dreams primed to inseminate her.

Arching her head back to kiss his neck as they mated, suddenly inspired by her vision, she whispered to him as she grabbed his balls more tightly now.

“Please, Daddy”

The fucking intensified, rougher and determined, the key to the cipher uttered. Head down low, she pushed her arse against him, acquiescing to the hard fucking he now administered, his hands on her hips for purchase as he rammed in deep, out of control.

“Oh yes, Daddy”, she coaxed.

He roared, guttural, in response to the magic words. He spilled his semen deep inside her, splattering the entrance to her womb.

And she sagged, fulfilled and filled, beneath him.