BELINDA CHAPMAN'S POV
I loved it here-loved the way my body responded to him without hesitation, the way my thoughts blurred the moment he took control. He didn't ask for permission; he simply claimed, and my body followed like it had been waiting all along. My hand wrapped around his length, slow and deliberate, my grip firm because I knew I couldn't take all of him in my mouth. He was long-thick-stretching me even before he fully filled me. Nine inches of heat and hardness, pressing against my lips, sliding past them, filling my mouth until my jaw burned.
And still-I loved it.
I loved how he tasted, how his skin carried a faint saltiness mixed with something dark and intoxicating. I loved the sound of his groans, low and unfiltered, the way his hips twitched as he guided my head, setting the pace like he owned my mouth. My tongue traced him slowly, reverently, savoring every vein, every pulse beneath my lips.
"Bad kitten," he said, his voice rough as he looked down at me.
I smiled, wicked and satisfied, and flicked my tongue against him, teasing.
"Open your mouth."
The command hit me deep. I obeyed instantly, parting my lips wider.
His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping firmly as he thrust forward, his cock sliding deep into my throat. I gagged, my breath catching, tears pricking my eyes-but instead of pulling away, I relaxed, letting him take what he wanted. A soft, sinful giggle slipped out of me, vibrating around him.
"Yeah... that damn mouth," he groaned. "I love it. Yeah."
He fucked my mouth slowly at first, then deeper, more demanding. I sucked greedily, hollowing my cheeks, meeting every thrust like I was made for it. My pussy clenched tightly, slick heat pooling between my thighs. I could feel myself dripping, aching, my body begging for more.
"I love how you suck me, bitch."
The word sent a shiver through me. He tugged my hair sharply, turning me, but I only laughed, breathless and eager. I pulled back just enough to run my tongue along his shaft, tasting myself on him, before wrapping my lips around him again. I hummed softly, the vibration making him groan as I took him deeper.
He was so strong-solid, overwhelming-and yet there was something dangerously tender beneath it all, something that made my chest tighten even as my body burned.
"Yeah... fuck-pussy, I'm cumming-"
I pulled away suddenly, pushing him back onto the bed before he could finish. I climbed over him, straddling his hips, my hair falling messily around my face.
"Come in me, Daddy," I said breathlessly, stroking his cock while grinding my soaked pussy against it.
"Bad girl," he growled, sucking in a sharp breath.
I gasped as I tried to guide him inside me, desperate to feel him stretch me open, but he stopped me. Even then-even on the edge-he smiled, slow and controlled.
"You don't know how dangerous your pussy is, do you?"
Heat rushed to my face. I shook my head slightly, feeling shy for just a second. Instead, I lifted his cock and dragged it slowly through my wet folds, letting him feel just how ready I was. He slid against my clit, teasing, circling it, making my insides clench hard.
"Daddy... yeah... I love your dick," I moaned, my voice breaking. "Oh God-oh my heavens-"
"I want to fuck your pussy," he said darkly. "I love it. Damn, I'm cumming for you... just like that. Ride it like you mean it."
I did. I rocked my hips, grinding down, pushing his cock against my clit again and again until my moans filled the room, loud and unashamed. My hand pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath my palm.
"You'll regret making me cum this hard," he warned, his voice thick.
"I want to regret it, Daddy," I cried. "Yeah... oh my-"
His release hit hot and heavy against my clit, and I shuddered violently, my whole body shaking as pleasure ripped through me. I leaned forward, inhaling him, intoxicated.
"You smell so good," I whispered, lowering myself to lick him clean, tasting his cum slowly, deliberately, like it was mine.
He smiled, lazy and satisfied. "You're going to be my favorite bitch."
My eyes rolled back as pleasure still hummed through me, my body clenching instinctively around nothing, wanting him again already.
"Now," he said, gripping my shoulders, flipping the power back into his hands, "I'm going to teach you not to make a grown man this horny."
"Ruin me, Master," I whispered without hesitation.
I sucked in sharply as he slid his cock between my thighs, pressing against my slick skin.
"Open those legs, baby."
His eyes locked into mine, intense, unreadable, as I spread wider.
"Wider," he warned softly. "Before I spank you."
I obeyed instantly, my thighs trembling as he slammed his cock against my clit, making me cry out.
"I love how drippy you are," he murmured. "Tell me what you want, my bitch."
"Fuck me," I breathed. "Fuck me like you hate me. Make me yours."
His smile turned slow and dangerous.
"Tell me how it makes you feel."
He dragged the head of his cock over my clit hood again, deliberately torturing me. I gasped, struggling to form words.
"I won't repeat myself."
"Don't stop," I cried. "I love how you make me feel-your cock-I love your cock-ohhh-"
He lifted my legs higher, spreading me completely open, his gaze dark as he stared at my soaked pussy.
"So pretty."
"I'm wet for you," I whispered, my voice shaking. "My pussy is yours to destroy."
His grin turned wicked, predatory.
"I'm going to destroy you, kitten."
And then-slowly, deliberately-he pushed in.
