His Nasty Little Pussy

That’s exactly what it feels like as Daddy’s lips suckle on my nipple. I have to grit my teeth as he sucks on my flesh, the pain intense and flowing with his lips. But after a while, the pain starts to morph into pleasure, and even though it hurts, I start to appreciate the pain far more. So much so that I enjoy Daddy’s rough touch.

His tongue circles my nub, licking my flesh repeatedly as he bats my thick nipple back and forth. And when he reintroduces the bump back between his lips, I find out exactly why my breasts are so sensitive. Something comes out, something I wasn’t expecting. A pull on my breast and a squirt, a stream of liquid shooting out into Daddy’s mouth. Daddy’s head pulls back and he licks his lips, smiling. “Oh, a mother’s milk tastes good.”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

My face burns red. “Oh, Daddy, that’s so wrong!”

He lowers his mouth again, ignoring my complaints as he latches back onto my nipple. My complaints don’t have much effect on me either as pleasure rushes through my body, my pussy aching at Daddy’s need to feed.

My back wants to lift off the bed, but I don’t have the strength to lift my large belly.

Daddy drinks from me, pulling on my nipple, drawing the pink flesh in, and sucking on it like a straw. He hums, his pleasure vocal, his pleasure passing through his throat and thrumming my body with intense vibrations. My whole breast shakes with him, and the lust I’d been saving for Mark attaches to the man who cares for me. The man above me, promise to make my life as easy as possible for me and my child. The man who’s a real man, more than Mark could ever be.

Just as long as I pay his price.

“Daddy, that feels so good!” I moan, and Daddy responds by wrapping his hand around my tit and squeezing, ejecting milk into his mouth. I wince as his fingers dig into my tit, my flesh burning like a fresh bruise. And like I said, the more he fucks with my body, the more my body takes that pain and shifts it into some sort of perverse pleasure, turning my punishment into a form of satisfaction.

And as much as Daddy takes my body, he’s gentle at the same time. He carefully turns me on my side, letting my belly rest as he guides my head to a pillow, letting me find comfort as Daddy takes off his pants.

Dropping his boxers, Daddy releases his cock, turgid and dominating.

His cock is so fucking big! It curves upward, and from my sideways position, I can see the veins underneath his shaft straining as they work to keep his rock hard.

Daddy kneels beside me on the bed, crawling toward my face. Setting himself up, one knee above my head and the other below my chin, Daddy leans into me, feeding me his cock.

“Oh shit, Babygirl!” He groans, his eyes rolling upward as my lips circle his bulbous head.

He lets me suck on his pole for a bit. And he wouldn’t have to work at it anyway, because my body is burning hot for his cock. The way my sensitivity acts up, my loins, my breasts, all of it scorching as if touching me would sear everything in contact.

And as his meat fills my mouth, the salty musk of him flavoring my lips and tongue, the grip of his shaft in my hand as I tug, pulling the soft skin against the firm cartilage, I’m overwhelmed by my lust. It supercharges me, electrifying my senses, making me taste every inch, smell Daddy completely, and feel every fold as it passes my fingertips. I’m enveloped in Daddy as I envelop him, satisfying my base instincts on the man who’s watched over me a big chunk of my life.

I love it! I love bringing joy to Daddy’s tense body, the way his muscles seize up as a heavy dose of energy floods him. I love that I give him that warm feeling inside. And the thoughts that must be coursing through his brain, the thoughts of his stepdaughter sucking his cock… They’re probably the same thing I’m feeling now tasting Daddy willfully.

And then tasting him not so willfully.

Daddy grabs my hair, clutching it fiercely in his fingers as he pulls my head into his pelvis. Down, down, down his cock goes, plugging my throat with his massive girth, clogging me as I gag on the force he’s pushing down my throat. All I can do is stick my fingers into his thighs, my nails digging in as I support myself on the side of my stomach.

And then Daddy fucks my mouth mercilessly, thrusting into me with rough, hard, mean strokes, using me like a toy. His hands pull my face into him at the same time as his thrusts, ensuring his cock reenters my throat, slipping far past my teeth as he pushes for something soft.

Something to coat his cock in a heavy glob of saliva.

Because even though Daddy abuses my mouth, my pussy yearns, lusting after him. The aggression makes me submit, a d makes me strive to be Daddy’s. The way a man can use my body is the ultimate enjoyment. Even as I lay pregnant, my body at its most vulnerable, my frame fragile as a weight makes every little movement a struggle…

The thought of being force fucked is enough to make my pussy soaking wet!

Daddy uses me thoroughly, face fucking me for hurried, intensive bouts, only giving me respite for a matter of seconds to breathe and swallow my collection of saliva.

He teases me with his dick, tapping my lips with the tip, running the shaft through them like the folds of my pussy. He brings it forward, and

I open my mouth to take him, only for him to pull it back at the last second, leaving me to close my mouth around nothing.

“You love this dick, don’t you, Babygirl?”