Daddy’s Slut

She lay back, her legs draped over his shoulders, the cool air brushing against her heated skin. Her anticipation was palpable, a shimmering tension that vibrated through the room. He leaned down, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her inner thighs, barely grazing her clit with the lightest of touches.

“Are you daddy’s slut?” he asked, his voice a low rumble filled with dark promise.

“Yes,” she replied, the word escaping her lips with a breathy eagerness that matched the hunger in her eyes.

His lips followed the path his fingers had taken, kissing up her leg, each press of his mouth igniting her desire, coaxing moans from her that mingled with the quiet. She looked into his eyes, fierce with need, and asked with a voice thick with lust, “Which hole do you want first?”

His response was a wicked smile as he positioned himself. The head of his cock teased her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. Slowly, he dragged it down, through the moist lips of her pussy, each slide of his flesh against hers sending shivers through her body. Then, he paused at her entrance, but instead of entering, he continued downwards, the tip of his erection pressing softly against her tight, puckered ass hole.

He watched her closely, gauging her reactions as he rubbed himself against that forbidden spot. Her breathing quickened, her body tensed with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, his voice a soothing counterpoint to the intensity of their act.

With one hand, he guided his cock, now slick with her arousal, against her, pressing gently at first. He felt her body resist and then yield, the tight ring of muscle slowly giving way. He pushed forward inch by inch, her face a mask of concentrated pleasure and slight discomfort, her eyes locked with his, sharing the raw intimacy of the moment.

The sensation was overwhelming for both as he entered her, the tight grip of her ass enveloping him. He groaned, the primal sound filling the air, matching her own whimpers. “God, you’re so tight,” he gasped, moving slowly, letting her adjust to the fullness, the stretch, the exquisite pain and pleasure that bordered on divine.

He began to thrust, slowly at first, each movement deliberate, allowing her to feel every ridge, every vein, as he worked himself deeper. Her legs tightened around his shoulders, pulling him closer, urging him on. The room echoed with the sounds of their union, the wet, slick noises of his cock sliding in and out of her ass, her moans a symphony of lustful delight.

“Look at you, taking it so well,” he praised, his pace quickening, the pleasure building like a storm. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her back arching as waves of pleasure mixed with the sharp edges of pain, each stroke pushing her closer to a climax that felt like a revelation.

As he felt himself nearing the edge, he leaned down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss, their moans mingling, their breaths shared. His thrusts became more urgent, deeper, and then, with a final, deep plunge, he came, his release filling her, marking her with his climax.

They stayed like that, connected, panting, the aftermath of their intense coupling leaving them both in a haze of satisfaction. He pulled out slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was a woman basking in the aftermath of being thoroughly ravished.

“Did you like that, my little slut?” he asked, a tender edge to his now softer voice.

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, a smile playing on her lips, the bond between them now sealed in sweat and ecstasy.

© Seductive Poetry