Page 95 of Daddy's Pride

"No," I gritted out through clenched teeth with defiance. As much as Rogue loved breaking me, I was equally addicted to them losing that steely control that urged them to edge me until the strokes on my cock were almost painful.

"Wrong answer." Rogue's gruff voice preceded hard smacks to one cheek and then the other. Their hips ground, driving their strap-on deeper until my eyes rolled back.

They almost savagely tortured my gland. My high-pitched whines alerted them to the right angle. Clenching around the thick length of the dildo as they attempted to retreat.

"Fuck me harder." I broke. I wanted to come. I wanted the release. The pleasure that only Rogue could give me. No one else.

Months of being Rogue’s. Our three days had turned into more long stretches where we locked ourselves in their home. We had no secrets. No doubts. I was everything to them and them to me. My well-lubed hole made filthy sounds as they drove harder and deeper.

"Daddy's slutty girl making demands."

I arched as their chest met my back and they stilled, shaking and crying as I mentally urged them to fucking move. Do something, but I knew it would do no good. They'd only give me what I needed when they were ready. That was my punishment. What I'd earned with my actions.

"I don't think you want it enough." Their dark tone sent a shiver down my arched spine.

"I do, Daddy, I promise. I'll be good."

"Lies falling from your pretty lips." Teeth nipped sharply at my shoulder. "Maybe I should leave you just… like… this…"

I opened my mouth to beg but the hand around my cock stopped me.

I arched my neck, my cheek caressing across theirs and they licked along my jaw. Their free hand wrapped around the front of my throat. Not to restrict my breathing, just simply holding it there with the slightest of pressure.

"I think you need to earn my forgiveness."

"Anything, I'll promise anything."

Without fear, I'd give them anything they asked. No matter how brutally they fucked me some nights. No matter how many love bites and fingertip bruises they left it was always loving—a physical claim for me to see when I was away from them. Soft breasts and hard nipples flattened to my shoulder blades. Their hot slick skin so perfect against mine.

"Tell Daddy you love me," Rogue ordered as they ground against my sore bottom and teased my gland.

"Rogue," I whimpered.

"I'll tell you and give you just what you need… it's just three little words."

I wanted to say it, dreamed of having them spoken back to me. I was in agony to get off. My brain and body not mine when Rogue loved on me in that intense way they had.

"Give me what I want, you know ya wanna." Rogue's mouth latched onto my shoulder and the pain of the suction had my cock pulsing in their hand.

My fingers cramped in the sheets, nails tearing at the silky fabric. They licked over the new mark I knew they'd left. Months of being their entire focus. Being folded into every aspect of their life—their family.

"I love you," I whispered and then screamed as they retreated and slammed forward. "Fuck."

"Again. Louder."

I repeated it, throat nearly raw with the increasing volume as they rode me unmercifully. Pain and pleasure combined until I didn't know where they met. They straightened and I pushed up on my fingertips. Their fingertips dug brutally into my hips as our bodies collided. Coming together in a violent rhythm that was still safe. My belly tightened, my cock firming almost completely and I was so close to releasing on the sheet beneath me.

I reached back to dig my nails into their skin. Their strokes shortened until they were pegging me constantly. I stopped breathing, waiting, it was so close but still too far away. I arched my back, their chin resting on my forehead as my jaw went lax. A scream filled the room as they worked my gland until I was a trembling sweaty mess and then they slammed deep one last time. Their hips grinding against my ass as they worked for their own orgasm.

"God, I love you, babygirl. Goddamn, so… fucking… close."

Just as I was about to beg to feel and hear them come behind me, a hoarse, drawn-out groan ruffled my tangled hair. They suddenly hugged me so tightly I could barely draw air into my straining lungs. One minute we're suspended, trapped in both our releases as sweat and cum slicked my already wet thighs. I collapsed and they went with me.

"How does it get better every fucking time?" Their voice broke.

I let out a squeaky laugh. Blowing the hair out of my face turned out to be impossible as the sweaty weight kept it trapped on my skin. My thighs shook as they were still buried deep. I loved being filled with them long after we got off. The connection was something I'd quickly become addicted to. The gentling and snuggle with no rush to separate.

"If it gets better, I won't survive." That was only a partial joke.