I’d never been one to get fucked missionary. It’d always made me feel like I wasn’t in control as a less experienced top thrust in and out of me not really knowing what he was doing.
With Daddy, this was different—totally different. He knew exactly how to expertly grind himself into and against my prostate as he rhythmically filled me with his thick cock.
I quickly began to moan and Daddy pulled me close into a bear hug, our chests grinding each other’s as he grunted and moaned back into my ear. He was getting close. I could tell as he throbbed inside me a little more with each thrust. We both were.
“Baby, I’m getting close…” I felt him ease off me a little. He wanted to bust all over my chest, which would be hot, but I needed more. I didn’t want him to stop yet. Without saying anything, I wrapped my legs tightly around him.
Daddy wasn’t going anywhere ;)