Such A Perfect Girl For Daddy.

Such a perfect girl for Daddy.

shhhhh

cw: freeuse, noncon a lil, choking, breath play, somno if you squint, rough, messy

"Angel," his breath ruffles the hair resting against my cheek, and I sleepily swat the air away. He grumbles softly, words I can't make out in my half-asleep brain before I feel large arms sliding around my waist, intent on pulling me closer.

"No..." comes my tired plea, pushing against the arms and trying to crawl away. My movements are clumsy, weak attempts compared to the demanding way he begins pulling my clothes off. The chill of the night air against bare skin has me shiver a bit, becoming acutely aware of the situation.

Attempting to fight off the sleepiness, I shake my head more firmly before lashing out with my teeth. Once they come in contact with firm muscle, I bite down as hard as I can. He hisses, his fingers tangling in my hair and yanking my head back. It's only once the pain rushes through my scalp that I become truly aware of the precarious situation and the man glaring down at me.

"Wait..." comes my panicked whisper, "I'm sorry, sir, I..."

My fingers twine with his in my hair, a small attempt to try to reason with him by trapping his hand there. His free hand comes up, grabbing my chin aggressively as he pulls my forehead to rest against his.

"Shhhhhhh," he whispers, his lips moving across my face in gentle kisses, contrasting the possessive hold he still has on my chin.

"I..."

"Angel," his words act as a warning and my words die in my throat, "who owns you?"

"Y-you..." comes my soft reply, "but..."

His hand shifts suddenly, clamping over my mouth and squeezing to stifle the words. "No but. I own you, yet you're fighting me. I'm not unreasonable," he whispers, his thumb caressing my cheek as he forces me to hold his gaze, "but none of the words coming out of you are telling me to stop."

Even as the words fall between us, I feel his hand inch away from my mouth, giving me an opportunity to stop this, a breath. Still, I remain silent, watching him silently, not daring to move. He releases a pent-up breath, his eyes darkening as he studies my face.

"Now," he whispers, his hand sliding down to trace my throat absentmindedly while he speaks, "shhhh."

Even as I feel the shift, it happens so suddenly that I'm left breathless. His body slams into mine, pinning me down by my throat on the bed. My hands rush up, gasping sharply in surprise at the weight against my throat. Nails rake down his arms, tearing into his biceps. My brain goes fuzzy in a way that fills me with a dark desire.

Black dots dance across my vision even as I find myself arching into his body, eager to feel more of him in the silence. Lifting my hips up with his free hand, he pushes me until I'm folded in half.

The tingling from the lack of oxygen fills my body with intense need, a hot sensitivity that makes me acutely aware of the way his muscles flex as they hold me there, bending and breaking me to be exactly what he needs at this moment. My hands slide to the arm around my throat, encouraging him to hold me tighter.

"Fuck," he hisses in approval, shifting until I feel the heavy weight of his cock resting against my pussy. The throbbing of his cock as he slides it through my wet folds only feeds the fire that seems to be engulfing every thought.

Restlessly, my hips move against him in a desperate attempt to feel more of him. His grip on my throat shifts, pushing into me more to keep me in place. The squelching of my pussy against his cock plants a cocky smile on his face as he shifts, pressing the head of his cock against my dripping hole.

"That's such a good girl," he praises breathlessly as he sinks inch by inch into my pussy, "sucking me in so well, so easy, fucking perfect."

The stretch as he fills me has me arching into him, desperate to feel every bit of him. My pussy clenches eagerly, clinging to him as he presses in, seated against my cervix in a painful way that only makes me needier. He rolls his hips, biting his lip as he watches his cock disappear into my wet cunt before he does it again.

Each movement has needy sounds falling from my lips. My nails dig into his forearm, clinging desperately to him as I find myself overwhelmed with pleasure and lust. His pace, slow and teasing at first, devolves into a brutal obsession. Our bodies crash together messily, his cock filling me with every thrust in a way that has me seeing stars.

His grip around my throat tightens, pulling me in closer as his lips seek mine. His tongue moves against mine in a hot kiss that matches the pace his cock barrels into my core. A giddy feeling fills my chest as my pussy tightens, messily spasming around his cock. An electric current rushes through my body from the waves of pleasure as I breathlessly beg, incoherent and dumb.

"Shit, fuck, perfect fucking angel, fucking fuck," he mumbles against my face, a man on the verge of derangement as he fucks into me ruthlessly, "my perfect good girl, fucking yes."

The pleasure creates a fuzzy feeling in my mind while he fucks into me a man possessed before we both crash over the edge, my pussy clenching tightly against his cock as I cum again. He groans in approval before pulling out as his cock spurts hot cum across my cunt and thighs. His grip around my throat slackens as he watches himself sliding through my cum-covered folds.

Shaky hands slide up my thighs before tugging my legs apart and holding open my empty hole, "Daddy, I think you missed a spot. Do it again, for your good girl?"