He pulls out of my pussy with a wet pop and flips me onto my back, pinning my legs behind my ears. He’s not done with me yet. He spends a few minutes teasing my clit with his thumb, rubbing it raw until I’m sobbing and begging for more. Then, he positions himself over my face again, but this time, he wants me to work for it. He makes me lick every inch of his shaft, cleaning off the remnants of my own juices and his cum.
I use my tongue to trace the vein running up his cock, sucking the head with a loud, slurping sound that echoes in the quiet room. He groans, his hips starting to twitch. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him. The look of pure, possessive lust in his eyes makes my core throb. He doesn’t want a daughter; he wants a pet, and I am more than happy to be it.
He thrusts one last time, deep and hard, as he comes again, spraying hot seed across my cheeks and forehead. I lap up every drop, making sure not a single bit of him goes to waste. As he finally pulls away and stands up, leaving me breathless and leaking on the bed, he tells me to get cleaned up and wait for him in the kitchen. I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, already counting down the seconds until he decides he wants to fuck me again.





