Anything He wants

Aubrey seemed almost to sob, the sensations too much for the young girl. “No no no no nonono!” she chanted. “I can’t take it, I can’t take it!” she pleaded, biting down on her lip. “Stop, no more please!” she begged.

And he did, not because she told him to, but because he couldn’t take any more. He was breathing hard and frantically as he stared at her glorious little pussy. Her clit still throbbed, wanting more despite Aubrey’s protests, and he slipped his thumb up against it, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His voice was husky and he licked around his lips, tasting her sweet scent along them.

She squealed so loud it was very nearly a scream. That pressure of his thumb on her poor clit, it was too much for her to handle as her petite body strained against its bindings.

“Stop!” she wailed, then her breathing sounded once again like sobbing. “No more! It’s too–ah!” she protested. The sweet young girl was too unused to such intense sensations. Had she even touched herself before? The thought of that shy little fawn exploring herself riveted him with arousal, but it was hard to imagine she had with how flushed she was, how much she cried out at his every touch of her cunny.

“Oh, baby,” he chastised. “I want to make you feel good. Haven’t you ever done this before?” He ground his thumb there, daring her to say the safe word as his other fingers delved lower, playing with the entrance of her cunny. “Haven’t you had a man do this to you?”

She was a panting, writhing mess before him already, she strained upwards, struggling against her binds. “No. No!” she cried out, her perky tits slipping from her cheap bra to show the pink little areolas and stiff buds of her nipples as she squirmed. “S-stop!” she whined before breaking into pathetic little sobs.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

‘It will make you feel good, baby doll. And it’ll show me what a good girl you are. Make all the pain go away.” He caressed his middle finger up over the seam of her cunny before oh so slowly letting it sink into her. Her muscles were clenching and spasming and he knew how close she must be as he ground his thumb more urgently against her clit.

His mouth, though, delved for that freed breast. He was ravenous for her body, and perhaps he was being too hasty, too hard, but he sucked that stiff nipple, bringing it between his two rows of teeth and putting some pressure on it as his middle finger reached for that cluster of nerves, hidden within her.

Her throat was growing hoarse with all her cries and pleas, that tight little cunny so slick and warm, wrapped about his digit and squeezed it delectably. She was so tight, such a sweet young thing even as she flailed about against her bindings in futility. No longer able to form coherent words as he suckled her perky tit in his mouth, torturing that sensitive nipple as he toyed with her virginal little cunt below.

He growled against her puffy, pink nipple, his thumb and middle finger working in tandem as he felt her body grow so still and then arch. She squeezed his digit so intensely as the orgasm rocked through her, starting in her belly before spiraling out along her body, uncoiling like a spring. He kept torturing her all through it, sucking and fingering and pleasuring her form despite her protests, despite her little acts of defiance.

She never got to relax, never got to still as her breathing grew so ragged and hoarse. She instead only weakened and flailed more importantly than before against her bindings as he tortured her sensitive loins and nipples.

“Stop,” she muttered breathily. “No more… please,” she whimpered, sobbing as her head pressed back into the silken bed sheets, her shoulders lifted up off the mattress itself.

He pulled his fingers from her ravished cunny, bringing them instead to her nipple and smearing her juices upon that thoroughly sucked, puffy mound. “But darling, I haven’t had you yet. I’d be so disappointed if I didn’t get a chance to take your flower. You saved it for me, didn’t you, like a good girl?”

Her face was flushed, some tears streaming from beneath her blindfold, and her body was in such a heightened state of arousal. So much of her slick, honeyed fluid running down her inner thighs. Yet she gnawed her lower lip in such a familiar manner all the same.

“I did,” she whimpered out in such a slight gasp, bobbing her head just the slightest bit.

“What a good girl you are,” he husked, licking her fluids off of her nipple, savouring the taste. His free hand went down to his leather belt, deftly undoing it, followed by the button and zipper on his fine trousers. “I promise, my little princess, this won’t hurt. Not with how wet you are.”

He placed his forearm at her side, his fingers lightly resting along her bicep as he moved up along her body. His mouth was inches from hers, and he knew she must have been able to catch her own scent so near as her nose crinkled. “You taste like heaven to me, princess, and you look even better.”

He pushed down his boxer shorts, finally removing his heavy, throbbing cock from their confines. He needed her so bad, and there was already precum leaking from the swollen helm as he brought his member to her pussy.

Rubbing himself against her clit, he teased her slightly as he brushed away some hair from her ear. “Do you know what this is, pet?”

A very visible shudder travelled through her svelte frame and she nodded to him, biting her lower lip hard as she whimpered out an “mmhmm” to him. Even as naive as she seemed, blindfolded from reality, she knew what that hot, hard flesh that brushed against her sensitive quim was.

There was no mistaking it. Not a hint of deception in his intent.

“I’m going to take you, little girl, but I want you to ask for it.” His voice was so laced with lust, his breath still scented with her juices. He robbed the head of his cock over her clit again, then back to the entrance, and back again. It was threatening, teasing, and he was hardly able to contain himself from simply pushing in.

“Say, ‘take me, Daddy,’ and I will push my cock into you. I will make you feel things you never dreamed of, make you see things you never imagined. I will make you whole. But first, you have to say it.” He kissed her throat again, sucking her flesh hard and threatening her with bruises as his hand tightened around her bicep.

“Or, you can beg me not to, and I’ll do it anyways, but it will be so much worse, my little doll.”

He didn’t notice it at first, but she had completely frozen at his mention of the word ‘daddy’. She seemed to be pulled out of the moment by it.

Had he gone too far?

She’d broke down crying because of texts from her father. Her daddy, after all.

The moment of silence dragged on, her lips quivering as she was about to speak. Was it the safe word upon her lips? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t press any further, just holding himself there as he waited for her decision.

Her nails dug into the silk sheets and leather bindings and she murmured, “Take me daddy,” as his cock coated itself in her slick honey still.

The relief he felt that he hadn’t pushed her to the limit was quickly stripped away by something far grander. The anticipation, the buildup, how torturous it had been on him, and as he finally began sinking himself into her, he felt whole. Remarkably, spectacularly whole. He didn’t hide the moan that erupted from his chest, he didn’t quiet the soft, “Good girl,” that fell from his lips. He simply pushed himself into her slowly.

Even with how wet she was, how hard she’d cum, how aroused he’d made her, she was still so tight. A virgin! And surely, it was risky. Unprotected, unhindered, he enjoyed her with full sensations that sparked through his body.

“You’re so tight, princess,” he managed out between suckling upon her neck, his cock sliding up inside of her spread body.

She shivered and convulsed as he filled her, gasping and moaning from the intense sensations. His manhood filling her so completely, that only her extreme slickness saved her from the hurt of being thrust open so wide upon his girth.

“Daddy,” she mewled out in her pleasure, embracing their roles. Embracing him, if not literally, as her tight little cunny clung to his shaft as he pulled away, as if trying to tug him back inside of her warm, fertile depths.

God, that word upon her lips almost sent him over the edge. He’d denied himself pleasure for so long, and as he once more hilted himself within her, he stilled. Nestled in her depths, he let her muscles contract around him, squeezing and milking him with such naive, innocent skill.

She wanted this, needed this so bad. Rewarding her, his kisses trailed up along her jawline and against her ear. He moaned, licking along her sensitive flesh, “I forgive you, my sweet little girl. I’ll always forgive you.”

Aubrey broke into open sobs, but he felt their nature. Felt the relief in it as her chest heaved and she tried to press herself to him, to embrace him as best she could, her warm cunny wrapped about his manhood so tight.

“Thank you,” she murmured out breathily, “Thank you daddy!” That tight little virginal cunt so snug about his prick, squeezing such pleasure out of his long-deprived manhood as he pumped into her body bare.

He nuzzled her ear with his nose before he brought his mouth to hers, sharing that sweet tang of her pussy with her quivering little mouth. They needed one another, and in so many ways. Ways that he had barely scratched the surface of, and as he put his weight atop her body and kissed her, it was with a passion neither of them had known they possessed.

He embraced her, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her into his chest as he bucked his hips over and over again. He was so much larger than her dainty form, but she’d shown him her strength, her will to succumb and be healed by him.

Aubrey took the pummeling of his hips bashing to her inner thighs, the dull smack of his balls against her pert ass cheeks below. The wet slap of his groin to her wet cunny. Her moans and cries echoing through the chamber as she was left to his mercy.

“Yes, yes–” her voice hitched in between smacks of their lips. “Oh daddy,” she whined, overflowing with need, her spine arching, her body tensing so much such new and overpowering sensations flowed from him as he plumbed her depths with his thick cock.

“I could never be mad at my baby,” he promised, kissing her mouth and down her chin, tasting her flesh so eagerly. “Do you want me to cum in you, sweetheart? Wouldn’t that feel so nice?” Just saying the words sent a jolt of pleasure through him and he thought he was going to lose it then and there, to spill into her without warning.

Without hearing her beg for it.

She’d surrendered herself to him completely, and the very notion of thinking for herself was now foreign. In so short a time she’d given herself up to just being his, and she gasped out “Yes” immediately, her cunt spasming tighter around his dick in response, compelling him to heedlessly empty his load into her fertile depths.

“Cum in me daddy,” she begged, “please! Don’t be mad at me,” she whimpered, needy and so hungry for him.

Her sweet, seductive, sinful words sent him toppling over the edge, heedless of how risky it was. She was so fertile, so youthful, and even so he unleashed himself inside her. His eyes flew open and he gaped, taken aback by how powerful his orgasm was as it crashed through him.

Every part of his body tingled, every limb was alight with sensation as he groaned out her name, loudly. He rammed himself into her so hard, so fast, so unforgiving that he thought he might hurt her and though he tried to hold back and remain in control, there was no hope of that.

Torrent after torrent of cum pulsed into her as he bucked up against her depths.

“Aubrey,” he gasped, bucking his hips again. “My good little girl.”

All the while her legs kicked, her body flailed and she cried out, another powerful flood of pleasure coursing through her limbs and then back to her heated core as she wailed out, filling the room with the cries of their matched orgasms.

He’d emptied his loins into hers, filled her waiting cunny and left her panting and dewy beneath him, her pristine form sullied by his lusts and their mutual pleasure. She whimpered, her depths sore from his pounding. “Oh daddy,” she mewled, “I love you.”

He stilled within her, hugging her so tightly as his body was finally spent within his young lover. His sweet Aubrey. He kissed her neck once more and let out a relaxed sigh as he whispered into her ear. “Daddy loves you, sweetness, and he’ll never leave you unsatisfied.”

He caressed her face, her neck, before he finally shifted and removed himself from her feminine depths, leaving her gaping and empty without him. “You must be so stiff. I’ll release you and you can curl up in my lap, watching the fire, okay? Do you feel better?”

That familiar sight of the pretty young girl biting upon her lower lip presented itself to him, but it was somehow different. It wasn’t nervousness so much, it was just bashfulness in the afterglow of sex. A timid shyness.

She gave a slow nod to him and kissed beneath his ear. “Yes daddy.

Thank you,” she cooed softly to him.

After over a year of waiting, she was finally, blissfully his.