Crossing The Line

The next day, Victoria left for work and I felt the bed move as Angie climbed into bed with me. I opened one eye.

She wore only the torn up shirt that I had told her not to wear around me.

“What's this bullshit?” I asked.

“Something wrong?”

“I'd spank you, but something tells me it wouldn't give the intended result.”

We kissed each other like long lost lovers and she melted into my arms as we held each other.

“Was I a bad girl?” she asked as she rolled back away.

“Right this moment, yes!”

“Do you want to punish me?”

“As much as you deserve.”

“Hard?”

I reached over and smacked her ass.

“What was that for, Danny?”

“For sneaking into my bed only wearing a thong. This is breaking all the rules!”

“Not all the rules,” she protested. “I’m not riding you.”

My hand seemed to not want to leave her ass as I groped it.

“What would you do to me if I broke all the rules, Daddy?”

“Probably kick you out of my house,” I answered honestly.

“Hmm. I don’t want that.” She seemed to think about it for a moment. “I need to think of something in between. Something to make you want to really punish me.”

“Why not just be a good girl?” I asked.

“Nah, you already found yourself a good girl. What you need is an Angie on the side.”

“I already have that,” I reminded her as I squeezed her ass.

“I know. But you deserve more.”

“I’m getting a pretty healthy chunk.”

“Is that enough, Daddy?” she asked. “Are you really getting as much of me as you want?”

She shook her ass, making it wobble seductively.

“Are you offering me your ass?”

“It’s yours to play with, sure. But as far as inserting your cock, that’s going to be a no. You are way too big to be manageable.”

“You do realize that’s what butt plugs are for, right? Making you able to take it.”

“Is that really what you want?” She stared into my eyes. “Here I thought you wanted my pussy.”

“But I can’t have it.”

“Why not?”

“Angie…”

“What, Daddy? My pussy is yours. If you want it.”

“But…. our pact.”

“You do realize our pact is just for us, right? It’s not doing your girlfriend any good. If she knew you were the reason my throat was raspy, that you were giving me multiple orgasms daily, that you were going down on me, face fucking me and filling my stomach with sperm, do you really think it would make any difference if you were fucking me?”

“Angie.”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Stop being logical.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” She looked away. “I just want to make you happy.”

“And I want to make you happy,” I conceded.

“I know you would,” she whispered. “And you would, too, wouldn’t you?”

She looked back at me.

“You’d do anything to make me happy, wouldn’t you Daddy?”

“I…”

“You know what would make me happy?”

“Angie…”

“I want you to take my pussy, Daddy.”

She bent at the waist, pushing her ass high in the air.

“Make it yours.”

I was hard as a rock.

“I’m already yours, Daddy. Now I want you to take my pussy.”

I stared at her.

Her confidence wavered. The longer I waited, the more I saw her face crumple.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry, Danny. It’s not fair. I know I shouldn’t have-”

I stopped her by pulling her face to me, kissing her hard. I bit her lip, sliding my hands down her body and across her curves.

As I held her, I felt my cock brush against the entrance to her pussy. It was just as wet as I expected.

“You’re mine?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours, Danny.”

I kissed her. She made no move to take me inside her.

“Are you mine?” she asked.

“I'm yours, Angie.”

“Show me.”

I thrust into her.

She screamed.

Her entire body arched as I filled her. She bent away from me, yelling my name as I began to fuck her in earnest.

“I AM HIS!” she yelled.

“I BELONG TO THIS MAN!”

Our bodies slid across the bed, taking all the pillows and blankets with us as we fell to the floor. She climbed on top of me, riding me with the experience and confidence that I knew she had.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, so I tossed her back onto the bed, her ass hanging off as I fucked her doggystyle. I controlled the pace, slowing it down as needed. She loved my slow, deep thrusts and showed me by yelling, cursing, and moaning.

I realized at that moment that I’d never been with a screamer before.

“FUCK ME, DADDY!” she yelled as I slammed into her.

I felt the end coming so I sped up, fucking her so hard that the room was filled with the sound of my hips slapping into her ass cheeks and the feet of the bed sliding across the floor.

Finally, I shot into her, powerful jets of cum that painted her insides and filled her deepest crevices. She fell on the bed, acting like I had given her life.

I lay next to her and held her. We both breathed heavily, not saying a word as we looked into each other’s eyes. Nothing needed to be said.

We had just said it all.