“Are you okay, baby?” he whispered after a few seconds of just holding still against her, pressing her against the wall of the shower.
she sighed. “I’m great, Daddy,” she whispered. “I never imagined your dick would feel this good.”
That was all he could handle, and he groaned as he pulled back and began thrusting into her. She couldn’t keep herself from moaning as he fucked her against the shower wall, feeling the spray of the shower against her skin, the steam swirling around her and making every sense a million times more heightened. Her hands tightened on Mr. Harrison’s shoulders, holding herself up as held her legs around her waist. His head was buried against her neck, and she could feel his teeth scraping gently against her skin, sucking just hard enough that she knew there would a light mark there.
It wasn’t going to take her long to cum, and she could already feel herself building up. she raked her nails gently across his shoulders, making Mr. Harrison look up at her. “I’m gonna cum soon, Daddy…” she gasped.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his pace staying steady as he fucked her. She held herself close against him as he fucked her, each thrust like another step towards her orgasm, like she could literally feel it coming closer. she gasped and panted, wanting to cum so bad it almost hurt.
“Need… Daddy, I’m so close, please…” she gasped, hardly able to get the world out.
He licked and bit down lightly on her neck. “What do you need, baby?” He was just teasing her, he knew he could make her cum in the next few mohernts if he wanted to.
“Harder…” she whispered.
“What’s harder?”
“Fuck me harder!” she nearly screamed. He didn’t move any faster, but she could feel him grinning against her neck.
“Only nice little girls get fucked hard,” he whispered, and his next few thrusts were slowed slightly.
She groaned. “Ohhhh? Arhhhhh! Please… please f-fuck me harder!” she gasped, stuttering.
He didn’t need to be asked twice — she was so focused on her own orgasm that she didn’t realise he was about to cum as well. He thrust hard into her, pounding her against the wall, fucking her hard and fast. It only took a few hard thrusts to put her teetering on the edge. All she needed was a bit more… just a bit… she was begging him to make her cum, though she was so focused she hardly knew what she was saying.
The begging put Mr. Harrison over the edge and she felt him shudder. Suddenly, she felt him spurt deep inside her pussy. No one had ever cum inside her before — she usually insisted on a condom, or for one lucky boyfriend, that he pull out and cum in her mouth. The feeling of his hot seed spurting inside her was amazing. He pulled out and thrust into her four more tihers, hard, groaning each time and spurting another jet of hot cum inside her. On his third thrust, she came hard, her pussy clenching around his dick as her orgasm rocked through her body, brought on by his hard thrusting and by the foreign but erotic feeling of his cum inside her. she was squirming between him and the wall as her orgasm washed through her, moaning and gasping, screaming the word “Daddy” during what had to be the longest orgasm of her life. The orgasm he had given her the night before was nothing compared to this one, and that one had been positively amazing. She was gasping and panting, finally coming down from it long after Mr. Harrison’s final spurt, his dick still buried in her. He looked at her as she finally opened her eyes, not realising she had even shut them, an eyebrow raised.
“That good?” he asked.
She laughed, slightly embarrassed. “No one’s ever cum in me before, Daddy. It felt… really, really awesome.”
He looked at her seriously for a moment. “It’s it okay She I that?” he asked, and she nodded, smiling. She been on the pill for years — her mom had told her it would help with cramps and stuff, and had put her on the pill when she was 14.
Mr. Harrison looked relieved and gently set her down, pulling his softening dick out of her pussy. He kissed her softly, opposite to the rough way he had been fucking her, and pushed her wet hair off her face. As she was kissing him, her stomach growled. she pulled back in surprise, blushing furiously as Mr. Harrison laughed.
“You finish washing up,” he said, stepping out of the shower and drying off quickly. “I’ll make you some.. well, lunch.” He looked at his watch. “A 1;00 lunch.”