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He watched in amusement as she was lost in thought, the gears turning, her head cocked to the side like a dog. His girl was going to be the death of him. The obnoxious glitter and paint on her face made his blood boil. He wanted to smear it with his fingers in disgust. He yearned to see her real face, her red cheeks would normally be on display for him had she not put on the offensive foundation covering her beautiful skin. Her sweet doe eyes were drowning in black gunk and glitter.
He knew this would draw the wrong attention. Frankly, any attention to her that isn't from him is wrong attention in his book. If only she would just stay put. Stay at home, where she's safe. The thought of tying her up in his basement came to mind from time to time, but he loved having her in his bed too much. Seeing her make his home her own. Having access to her whenever he wanted.
“I guess I never really thought much about guys finding me attractive, considering they never have before.” she said, tucking her hair sheepishly behind her ear. He could faintly see her growing blush behind the makeup, and it made him smile. He stroked her cheek. He could never really stay mad at her. “Bunny, remember what I told you about the difference between men and boys?”
She grew more embarrassed, fidgeting with her hands. He loved seeing her like this. It was what drew him to her. She was so shy, so nervous. To think he still can make her feel this way after all this time, it makes his cock throb. She looked up at him, god those eyes. “I think I know what you mean, daddy. I don't want anyone to look at me but you.”
His heart skipped a beat. His perfect girl. His precious angel. So obedient, so loyal. His hands moved on their own, pulling her tight, needing to feel her skin, her lips on his. He kissed her gently, stroking her cheeks. “I know, baby. Daddy knows.” he said against her lips. She let out a soft whimper and all plans of going out had left his mind. “Princess, go wash that off your face ok?” She looked confused, but she knew he wasn't going to tell her twice. Always his good girl.
He sat on the bed, listening to the water running and discarding his dress shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers. When she returned, her face was cleaned of the makeup and red from the cold water. Her dress had been taken off, and she wore one of her long night shirts instead, her plump thighs on display for him. He groaned at the sight. “God, you're beautiful.” her cheeks were properly red now, he could see her blush and it did things to him. “Come here, bunny.” he couldn't wait anymore, he needed her. Needed to taste her, touch her, feel her tight cunt around his cock, her pretty little mouth crying his name.
She approached him, plotting herself between his spread thighs and wrapped her little arms around his neck. He kissed her cheeks, her nose, her neck. Anything he had access to. “I won't wear makeup again, daddy.” her voice was like velvet. “I know, baby. My good girl.” his hands groped her ass, lifting her shirt to reveal pretty white panties. His mouth watered. “Need to taste you, sweet girl.”
He dove his tongue into her mouth, demanding, dominant. She was like puddy in his arms, whimpering and shaking as he devoured her. She would kitten lick his tongue back, but always just let him have his way with her. Her mound found the tip of his knee, and she began to gently rock against it while whining into his mouth. He growled, groping her hips and roughly dragging her back and forth, putting friction on her clit. She yelped, and clung to him. Always so needy.
The kiss broke, and her moans filled the room as she desperately rutted against his leg. He felt her wet panties against his skin, filling him with an animalistic urge to take her.
On pure instinct, he threw her shirt over her head, revealing her supple breasts and soft tummy. “Get on the bed. Now.” she nodded dumbly, and crawled onto the bed with the grace of a baby lamb. His boxers were stripped down and abandoned, hard cock leaking and needing her.
He took a moment to look at her, her pretty body, thick thighs, soft round belly. The way her eyes lit up with anticipation, submissiveness, adoration. He stroked his cock, just looking, taking her in. Everything was intoxicating to him. Her stretch marks, so perfectly crafted on her skin. The way her curves dipped in at the center, so perfect to hold. She was so soft, so warm under his hands. Her lips, red and swollen from his kiss.
She watched him too, eyes glued to him touching himself, which only drove him more crazy. Her thighs spread, without even a thought in her little head. The wet patch on her panties glistened. “Oooh, my pretty baby.” he moaned. “Do you like when daddy touches himself for you?”
She nodded, her lips in an O shape, lightly panting. “Please.” she was shaking, so desperate. His lips curled into a smirk. He continued to tease his leaking cock. “Hm? Need something?” she gasped, writhing on the bed. “Need you. Please.” her eyes were wet with need. He could no longer deny her, needing her just as badly.
He crawled to her on the bed, kissing her calf, up to the inside of her knee, her thighs. Her panting grew quicker, sweet little moans spilling from her lips. He dove his nose into her panties, inhaling her scent, licking at the fabric and tasting her wetness. She cried out, spreading her legs wider, silently begging for more.
He peeled her panties off and threw them to the side, getting his face and mouth right back where it needed to be. He licked her clit, moaning into her pussy and spreading her thighs even wider for him. She was crying for him, screaming, moaning. “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” his cock leaked, eating her out always drove him onto the brink of madness. He dipped his tongue into her hole, stretching her open and used his thumb to rub harsh circles on her clit. Her legs were shaking and she was digging her nails into his shoulders, he loved the way she would scratch his scars.
She was close, he could feel it. Her poor body was writhing under him while she took everything he gave her. With a few more strokes of his tongue she was cumming for him, coating his tongue and beard with her juices. He kept licking and stretching her little hole with this tongue until she was completely spent and trying to shove him away.
He kissed her thighs again and wiped his face clean with his arm. She made “grabby hands” for him, beckoning him closer, to which he gladly did, falling into her arms. They kissed for a while, gently, softly stroking their tongues together, and then not so gently, him biting her already swollen lips, pinching her nipples and rutting his cock against her thigh. He couldn't wait anymore, he needed to be inside her.
“Fuck, princess. Daddy needs to fuck you now ok? Be a good girl and spread your legs.” she obeyed immediately, open legs and open arms, just for him. He was the luckiest man on earth. He pushed his cock into her, slowly sheathing himself completely. She was so warm, so wet, so tight. She was bliss every single time. He groaned, putting his face in her neck and rocking into her, lost in the feeling of her sweet cunt gripping him so perfectly.
She moaned his name, tugged on the hairs of his neck and wrapped her legs around him. The feeling of her soft belly rubbing against him while he fucked her drove him mad. He picked up her leg, pushing it onto his shoulder and fucked her deep. “Oh fuck, daddy!” she threw her head back, her guttural moans made him want to blow his load right there.
“That's it, baby. Take daddy’s cock. Take all my cum, gonna breed that perfect cunt and give you my children. You want that honey? Wanna be a mommy?” He pounded into her relentlessly, imagining her round with his child, filling her up every night with cum and taking care of her.
She made an “uh huh” noise, nodding profusely and clenching her pussy around him. He was so close, and so was she. He bent down to kiss her, mumbling against her lips what a good girl she was, how perfect she was, how she was his and no one else's. She came around his cock, coating him and the bed with cum, her body stiff and spent as she felt pure bliss. The sight made him break, and he came deep and hard inside of her, biting a wound onto her neck.
They both were panting, covered in sweat and cum. He fell onto the bed beside her, his glasses crooked on his face and completely fogged up. She smiled, plucking them from his face and leaving a gentle kiss to his head before placing them on the nightstand. Simply actions like this made his heart melt, one that he didn't really know he had. She created feelings he thought he was incapable of having.
She curled to his side, lying her head on his chest and closing her eyes. Sleep immediately found her, poor thing was exhausted. He stroked her hair, watched her even breathing. “I love you, princess.”