Taken Like a Good Girl by Daddy After Long Last

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Taken, like a good girl, by Daddy at long last. The tepidness of the day melted as he pounded against my buttocks. The blast of his body against mine broke the jars of frustration in me, and my spirit oozed to every part of my insides.

The desire to be well fucked never really settled in me. It was a constant that, never having been satisfied for years, had saturated me like a stain. A hunger that never had been made full to plumped ripeness now finally sang out of my body.

And Daddy encouraged it. Finally, we were together. The truth of it still shocked me.

In truth, the screaming of my soul had never entered the world for real back then. She had stayed trapped in her cage of dried grass, nothing keeping her there but because she had to. But now, his breath on my spine, his kiss along the shivers of my back, his dick long and thick inside me, promising me I'm his, making me as his claim.

There were no questions anymore. I could ride that wave of bliss that our shared passion had swelled silently and separately for years, now that we were together. Not only did we get to fuck, but we got to cook together.

We were gifted moments of touch after having been denied for so long the simple joy of flesh upon flesh. It had hurt at first, that touching, because it reminded me of all those million torturous moments when we had been denied. But now, life was full.

It was exquisite. It was also insatiable. A grin spread across my face as my cheeks rubbed the bedsheet.

I had no doubts I'd get to come again, because I was his priority. I had underestimated how complete and special him fucking me would really be. I had fantasized about it for years, so I thought I understood how amazing it would be in real life.

But nothing had prepared me for that initial blush of our meeting for the first time, and how within a split second it burst into flames, carrying us along with it like a bomb blasting into the sky. We were supposed to stay on the ground, but elation doesn't work that way. We were instantly bonded further, so much so that I couldn't see any part where he ended and I began.

We were a continuous picture that only outsiders were the border of. Today, this likely being the 500th time he took me in doggy didn't lessen it a single bit. I was his.

He was my daddy, my protector, my deliciously taboo cohort, as he always called me. Good girl. The words had come first from afar, but nothing had prepared me for them to be whispered in my ear from behind, my curly locks wrapped tight in his hand as he railed my arched body with his own to take his climax.

I never owed it to him. He knew it was a gift, one I willingly and happily gave him again and again. The raging of my lust never failed him.

He knew how to romance me into every level of intensity of sex, like a true leader. He played me as I allowed him to, and our songs were made real as we moaned and melded our bodies until we spilled. It wasn't really the sex only, though.

The omelets, the foot rubs, the look in his eyes when he spoke to me, the playful alive joy I enjoyed oozing from my eyes any time our gazes met. All of it made the full picture, and not a single thing was too trivial to be a part of it. Nothing could have prepared me for my daddy, Tom.

Even though I expected it all, the reality was beyond my wildest dreams. As cheesy as heaven on earth sounds, I was finally living it. My girl, he said gruffly as he pumped the last drips of his cum up my cunt.

Good girl. His words brought me to the brink quicker than the sting of a slap, and I hung there waiting with bated breath for him to signal my turn for release. He ground himself into me in slight circles that brushed his erection in lush pampering against my g-spot.

Stepping back from me, his cock slipped out. Clean me up, babe, and I'll eat you out till you come. The excitement of him wanting me to climax never waned, but my satiation of his desiring me forever blossomed, yet left me hungry for more, even when I wasn't coming.

I flipped over and scrambled into position, spreading my legs for his mouth as our eyes spoke a zillion words. Having already cum ten times before he penetrated me, this final act of oral was the start of his aftercare, which with him never really ever ended. It only took intermission when his aggression raged.

I wasn't left out of any of it. I was integral. I relished being taken as he cherished never being done.

Their intensity and then their satiation when they get together. So fucking delicious, isn't it?