Chapter 49: A Pure Masochist (R18)
The city lights kept painting soft patterns across the suite walls as Lia lay curled against , her breathing slowly evening out. Her skin was still flushed from the first orgasm, nipples tight in the cool air, the discarded uniform pieces scattered like a trail of breadcrumbs.
My cock strained against my pants, aching after tasting her, but I kept my hands gentle on her back.
She shifted, pressing closer, her thigh brushing the hard line of . Her eyes flicked down, then up to my face, nervous but determined. "I want to... try sothing."
"Yeah?" I brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"I want to suck you." The words ca out in a rush, her cheeks burning. "I’ve never really done it, but I want to. For you."
My pulse kicked up. "Only if you want to, Lia. No expectations."
She nodded and slid down my body, small hands working my belt and zipper with shaky focus. When she freed , her eyes widened a fraction at the sight—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. "Holy shit," she whispered, then caught herself and laughed nervously. "Okay. Amateur hour."
She leaned in and took
into her mouth, warm and wet and eager but clumsy. No deepthroat porn-star technique, just soft, tentative sucks, her tongue exploring the underside, lips sliding halfway down before she gagged lightly and pulled back.
She tried again, hollowing her cheeks, one hand stroking the base in uncoordinated rhythm. Drool slipped down my shaft, making everything slick and ssy.
It was far from perfect. But fuck, it was hot. Her inexperience, the little sounds she made around , the way she looked up for approval with those lighter eyes, it had my cock throbbing and glistening with her spit in under two minutes.
"You’re doing good," I groaned, threading fingers through her hair without pushing. "So fucking good."
She pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny. "I want you inside
now." Her voice was husky. "Please, Lukas."
I flipped us carefully, settling between her spread thighs. She was soaked, pussy still puffy and shining from earlier. I rolled on a condom from the discreet bowl on the nightstand, then rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered.
"Slow at first," I murmured, kissing her deeply. "Tell
if it hurts."
She nodded, legs wrapping around my hips.
I pushed in inch by inch. She was tight, walls fluttering around
as I stretched her open. A soft gasp escaped her when I bottod out, our bodies flush.
I held still, buried deep, kissing her neck, her jaw, whispering, "Breathe, baby. You feel incredible."
For a minute it stayed gentle. I rocked slowly, savoring the heat, the way she clenched around every withdrawal. Her hands gripped my shoulders, breaths coming in little pants. Then sothing shifted.
Lia’s hips started eting mine with more force. Her moans grew louder, rawer. "Harder," she breathed. "You don’t have to be so careful."
I tested her, thrusting deeper, faster. Her eyes rolled back, a throaty moan ripping free. She adapted like she’d been starving for it—legs locking tighter, nails digging into my back, hips rolling up to take every inch. The shy girl from dinner vanished. In her place was sothing feral.
"Fuck~ yes~," she gasped.
When I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, her pussy spasd hard around . A wicked, delighted smile broke across her face.
Oh. She was a different beast entirely.
"Ahn~ yes~ on yyes~ ahmmm~~"
I let go of the reins. I drove into her harder, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Lia cried out, back arching, eting
thrust for thrust. Her tits bounced with every impact.
I leaned down and bit the side of her neck, not hard enough to bruise badly, but enough. She keened, walls clamping down like a vice.
"More," she demanded, voice breaking. "Please~ hurt
a little."
The words hit like gasoline. I released her wrists, grabbed her hips instead, and fucked her rough, deep, punishing strokes that made the bed creak. She loved it. Her moans turned into desperate, filthy sounds. One hand flew to her clit, rubbing frantically while I railed her.
Then she said it.
"Daddy~fuck, daddy, yes!"
The word short-circuited my brain. I slamd into her harder, one hand wrapping loosely around her throat, not choking, just holding, owning. Her eyes fluttered, pure bliss.
"Say it again." I demanded.
"Daddy," she moaned louder, the word dripping with need. She was soaking, dripping down my balls, body shaking. "Harder, daddy. I can take it. Please—"
I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove back in from behind. The new angle made her scream into the pillow. I spanked her ass once, sharp and loud. She pushed back for more, ass rippling.
"Again."
Another smack. Then another. Her pussy gushed around . She was pure masochist—every rough thrust, every sting, every growled "good girl" made her tighter, wetter, louder. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back just enough to arch her spine.
"You like it rough, don’t you? Sweet little Lia wants to be fucked like a slut by daddy."
"Yes~yes, daddy!" She was pushing back frantically now, proactive and wild, chasing her pleasure with zero sha. "I’m yours~ ahnn~ use ~"
I reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while pounding into her. The orgasm hit her like a freight train. She clamped down on my cock, body convulsing, a broken wail of "daddy!" tearing from her throat.
I fucked her through it, then followed right after—burying deep and spilling into the condom with a groan, hips jerking against her ass.
We collapsed together, sweaty and trembling. I pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, and gathered her into my arms. Lia’s face was buried in my chest, breathing ragged, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips.
"Jesus," I muttered, stroking her hair. "You okay? That escalated."
She laughed weakly, still catching her breath. "I... didn’t know I was like that. It just ca out." She peeked up at , suddenly shy again despite everything. "Was it too much? The daddy thing?"
I kissed her forehead, then her swollen lips. "It was perfect. You were incredible. A complete surprise, but the best kind."
She snuggled closer, one leg thrown over mine. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my stomach. "I thought it would be awkward and gentle the whole ti. But when you got rough... it felt right. Safe, sohow. Like I could let go."
"You can always let go with ." I tilted her chin up. "Whatever you need, slow and sweet, or daddy wrecking you until you can’t walk straight. It’s yours."
Her eyes sparkled with a mix of exhaustion and fresh heat. "Careful. I might hold you to that."
We lay there in the afterglow, city humming far below. Her body was marked faintly, red handprints on her ass, love bites on her neck, but she wore them like badges, pressing closer every ti I traced one.
The financial arrangent felt distant now, almost irrelevant. This connection was real, raw, and far more dangerous than either of us had planned.
"Round two in a bit?" she whispered, already sounding half-asleep but hopeful.
I chuckled. "Greedy girl. Rest first. Daddy’s got you."
She smiled against my skin and drifted off, content.
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