Olivia's leg shook mildly, causing delicious waves of pleasure to diffuse within as she lingered for what seemed an eternity for him to enter.
He somehow kept delaying, having Olivia guess his specialty was teasing women. She itched to push her butt for his d*ck to enter; however, no matter how much she wanted to experience his sexual wrath, she wouldn't dare move an inch.
He loved it, almost satisfied as he watched her silently plead for his d*ck. He wanted to pleasure her, but that was for another night; tonight, Olivia was his to use. He would bury his inch completely inside her and finally take her anyhow.
Dylan drifted aside and whizzed his thumb to encircle her sprouted pu**y. She whimpered, soft moans of his name echoing throughout the room, motivating him. He paused, noticed her pulsating pu**y, and then slowly plunged two fingers into her, spreading her to accommodate his little boy.
"Like that, little bird?" She stilled her hips, matching his quick pace. His left hand struck her butt, hard. Another slap, even harder, made her cry out in pure pleasure. Heat coiled deep in her belly, the sharp sting only fueling her need.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice deep with satisfaction. His fingers traced the fresh mark, soothing the burn before gripping her firmly, grounding her in the moment.
"Who the fuck is in control here? Don't you wanna walk home tomorrow?" His voice came out rough, thick with dominance.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she managed, her voice trembling, caught between pain and pleasure.
"Oh, you will be," he growled. "After I'm all done with you."
Without another word, Dylan drove into her harder, each punishing thrust pinning her to the bed, pressing her deep into the mattress, almost burying her in it.
One hand gripped her waist while the other trailed up her back, massaging her skin before settling at the nape of her neck. He tightened his hold, forcing her head up. Dylan pounded into her, faster and harder, deliberately hitting that sweet spot, the one that made her gasp his name.
He loved how she turned his name into music, a melody that only he could hear, the sweetest sound he'd ever known. Her cries of pleasure, mixed with his low groans, echo off the walls, filling the room with their shared need.
Olivia was overwhelmed by sensation, her head was thrown back, and Dylan seized the opportunity, tangling his fingers in her hair, claiming every inch of her.
Her pu**y clenched around his c*ck. "Don't you dare come, until I ask you to," Dylan growled as he felt her at the edge. Overtaken by the animal inside him, he drove her faster and rough but it was nothing she couldn't handle.
"Oh yes, my dirty wh*re, come for Daddy." He commanded and picked up his pace, spanking her alongside, her body responded positively, signaling him how much she loved everything, how much a slut she was for him.
With one final thrust, her release is a shattering scream. She convulsed and combusted around him. Dylan split into millions inside her, filling her with all the warmth that son of a bitch never offered.
"Put yourself together quickly, kneel in front of me with that beautiful shaky body. I will fill your mouth and f*ck it until you know how to shut it." She looked exhausted, but his words lit her up, and her insides started to heat up.
She was his slut now, and she didn't need any proof of that. The way he made her feel was a taste of heaven, and she knew exactly what she wanted from him.
Within the next minute, she was right where he commanded, in the position he wanted. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, counting to ten until she held his c*ck captive.
Her hand was full, leaving her to wonder how she was able to take that. "You know what to do with that, slut. Or do you need me to teach you and punish you later?"
"No, Daddy." She whispered.
His patience had already run out; watching her vulnerable with the need for pleasure got him harder and hungrier with each passing second.
"Do you want my tongue in your mouth first?" She nodded like a good little wh*re, "as you wish, Daddy." Her words are carefully chosen.
She kneels well, hands in between her things, and her tongue darted out as she waited for him to fill her mouth.
"Wider." Dylan rasped, she opened out until he could see the back of her throat. She dragged my tip to her tongue, making her taste herself with his pre-cum.
Soft moans filled the room, her breath coming in pants. Dylan gripped either side of her head with both hands, guiding her up and down his cock in a rhythm that was teasing, tempting yet satisfying.
As she started to quicken her pace, he grew wider and longer. Her mouth wrapped around her fully; it was hot, with saliva dripping from the corners of it as she looked up.
Her hand rode up to his thighs, her fingers digging into his skin as she moved faster than she started. Dylan's growl filled the room as she effortlessly drove me insane. His self-control was of no use at the moment. And he loved every bit of it.
"Fuck, Olivia, I'm going to cum." He rasped, holding her head in place. She relaxed her throat; he felt the hotness of her mouth; he hardened his grip, fucked her hard like a wh*re until he couldn't hold anymore.
"Olivia," Her name forced out as benediction as he finally let himself spill. And buried himself deep until she swallowed the last drop of his come. Dylan's leg went numb, his senses distorted.
"Fuck!" He cussed, looking into her large teary eyes.
"Did I pleasure my daddy well enough?" She asked with all the energy left within, her voice above a whisper.
"Get dressed and leave my house." He pointed to the car keys on the table.
"What?" Her eyes were wide with tears of pleasure, one he fulfilled.
"You heard me, naughty little thing. I don't keep my used toys, get out of my house." She stood in disbelief, Dylan stared and the next second, he disappeared into the bedroom to sleep.