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Isabelle woke to Doomguy's thick fingers stroking over her clit underneath her babydoll lingerie set. He strummed across it lazily, softly, as if he had been at it for a while. She smiled as she stretched and arched into it, realizing how slick the skin between her thighs was. There was a distinctive wet spot on the sheet beneath her. Her pussy was positively drowning in arousal.
"Good morning to you, too, baby," she said, reaching for him. He leaned over her, hand still teasing her clit, and kissed her mouth. His tongue swept inside to taste her, and he chose that moment to sink his finger deep inside her pussy. Her hips canted upward in spite herself. He felt so delicious, so thick inside her tiny pussy. How thoughtful of him to stretch her open, preparing for his dick inside. Because that was where this was heading. He would not be leaving this bed until he filled her pussy frothing full of his cum.
"Good morning, my darling pet," he breathed against her lips. His smile was something she wanted branded into her very essence. She would murder for that smile.
She stroked a hand over his jaw, fingers sliding away as he dipped his head down between her legs. Her body felt deliciously liquid and hot and the sensation of his mouth on her clit, worshipping down to her pussy, all hot tongue and soft lips, was pure sin. Her abdomen clenched - hard - and she trembled with the need to orgasm but she was holding off, pushing it aside to keep it away for as long as possible. She wanted to relish this, wanted to save her first orgasm for when he was so deep inside her she would be babbling nonsense.
"Mm," he hummed against her clit, "that's my baby girl. So wet and hungry for me, hm? Do you want to be fucked, love? How badly do you want to feel me inside you?"
"Please, Daddy," she begged. "I need to feel you cum inside me. I've been so good for you, please give me your cum!"
He thrust his finger deeper, curving upward to curl against the front wall of her vagina in a way that sent shockwaves tingling from her pussy. He pressed his other hand on the front of her uterus, so she could not escape the sensations. Her hips bucked upward, unpreventable. The desperate needs to orgasm was consuming her. She turned animalistic in her need for it and he responded instantly, rising up her body and hitching one of her legs up with him to expose her swollen, pink pussy to him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard they'll hear your scream straight from here to city hall," he promised. "Now put me inside you," he ordered.
She frantically reached for his dick, thick and curved, and guided him to her entrance, where she impatiently stroked him through her arousal, up and down, again and again, relishing the silky softness of him, appreciating how hard he was, how delicious it would be when -
"Stop playing," he barked, "put me inside you. Right now." His tone was utterly guttural and it made her go feral. She lined the tip of him up and nudged him inside. The prep he had done to her body beforehand helped him glide in so easily, so smoothly, despite his size, that she gasped at the perfection of it. This - he always made it so comfortable, so right for her. She had never known a lover quite like him before, so conscientious and aware of her body, of what she liked, of what made her get so wet. He thrust deeper and her hand slipped to the base of his cock. She squeezed it gently.
His head snapped down to her neck and he bit her throat. "Hands where I can see them," he ordered.
She lifted her hands beside her head on the pillow, and he quickly imprisoned them in his hands, holding her in place while he developed a rhythm, thrusting in her with a frantic, punishing pace. He slammed in so deep, so dizzyingly good that her eyes rolled backward. The obscene sounds leaving her mouth filled the apartment. Holy bells, how could it be so damn incredible every. single. time?!
She lifted off the mattress, seeking his mouth, and he willingly accepted her kiss. He kissed her so damn aggressively. This, this, this!
"You taste so good, darling baby girl," he said. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock. Do you feel the way it's squeezing me so tight? It wants my cum so bad. Is that what you want, my little cum slut? You want daddy to fill you up?"
"Yes!" she cried, shameless. "I need it!"
He rolled so they were sideways and hitched her thigh over his hip. His hips pistoned even faster, now, with an added roll to them so his cock stroked her walls in a new rhythm and it unraveled her mind. She turned into a drooling, screaming mess, weak and slack in his arms, taking his pounding, punishing dick until everything turned white and golden and she was orgasming so hard her body arched off the bed and it was a pleasure that was painful, it was so intense and racked through, twisting her stomach, spiking through her veins, exploding through her head in a flash of lightning. Her pussy squeezed his dick for all it was worth and it spiraled him into orgasm, even though she felt him try to fight against it. He cussed, the most filthy, diabolical things as he came, ropes of cum shooting inside, filling and filling. Damn, the way her pussy emptied him for all he was worth, his dick throbbing inside her. She passed out from how good it all felt and only woke up again to his kisses pouring across her face.
"I fucking love you and your addictive pussy and your beautiful lips and this thick, bitable ass," he said, reaching around her and squeezing her ass for emphasis.
"I love you more," she said, catching his face between her hands and dragging him down for a kiss. He rolled them over and she thought he was going for round two, but he was only reaching for the bottled water at the bedside and rocked them into a sitting position so he could lift it to her lips and help her drink.
"Drink up, darling," he said, "I'm not done with you yet."
She drank deep draughts of the water, gleeful. He kissed and nipped her neck while she drank, as though it was impossible to be this close to her and not touch and taste. To be fair, she was just as bad with him. He set the bottle aside, and then they were rolling again, her pinned to the mattress on her stomach beneath him, and his hand sneaking between her thighs from the back to hold her pussy in his hand.
"Who does this belong to?" he asked in her ear.
"Yours," she said, as softly as a vow.
"That's right." he said. And he reached up to her breast to squeeze it in his hand.