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A whimper was all that could escape as Chris’ fingers wrapped tighter around the column of your throat. Each drag of his thick cock against your velvet walls was hurling you closer toward bliss. While his hand continued it’s hold on your throat, the other continued to knead your breasts roughly.
“Tell me who’s making you feel this good, sweetheart, hmm?” Chris grunted as he gave a ruthless snap of his hips into yours, causing you to cry out in pleasure.
“Daddy!”
You didn’t even realize the word had left your lips, brain far too blissed out to fully make the connection. What did catch your attention however, was the way Chris’ movements came to a complete stop and his hand left your throat.
Your eyes slowly blinked open, chest heaving as you caught Chris’ gaze - somehow hungrier than it had been previously.
“Daddy, huh?” A smirk settled on his lips as he panted over you, placing his hands on either side of your head.
Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what you had done and you wanted nothing more than to disappear into thin air. As you stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse as to why you would’ve said that particular word, Chris pushed his hips slowly forward until he was buried to the hilt inside you - earning a moan from you once more.
“Say it again, sweetheart.” The low timbre of his voice in your ear, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine
Your heart felt as though it would beat out of your chest at any moment as you looked Chris in the eye, feeling incredibly small under his lustful gaze. You opened your mouth to speak, but once more there wasn’t anything coming out.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did Daddy fuck you speechless?” Chris grinned as your lips parted even more at his words and it was very apparent to him that this was turning you on as much as it was him.
“P-please.” You finally managed to mutter. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Feels so good.”
There was a change to the look in Chris’ eyes as he lifted himself back up over you and grinned devilishly at you. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he began relentlessly thrusting himself into your already sensitive cunt. Your nails clawed their way down his back as your legs wrapped around his hips, desperate to feel him even deeper inside of you. The only noises you could make were whimpers and moans as he continued his ruthless pace.
As you arched your back and pressed your body into his when he hit just the right spot, Chris’ fingers wrapped around your throat once more. The pressure he added was never enough to scare you, instead just enough to make breathing slightly difficult.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy? You gonna make a mess all over my cock, baby girl?” His grip on your throat tightened as the coil in your lower abdomen did too.
You nodded as best as you could, holding on to him for dear life as he railed into you. As your moans and whines continued, Chris took the opportunity to lean over you and spit into your open mouth.
“That’s it, swallow it, baby. Such a good fuckin’ girl for Daddy.” He grunted, accentuating each of his words with a thrust.
It was at that moment that your vision began to blur and you were seeing stars. The coil in your stomach snapped so hard it felt as though your whole body was going to shake right off the mattress. A string of curses fell from Chris’ lips as he commented on how tightly you were squeezing him and how much of a mess you made.
His words were only somewhat audible to you as your head was stuck up in the clouds from your intense orgasm. Chris’ thrusts began to falter as he painted your walls with his spend. The grip on your throat was gone as he placed his hands beside your head once more.
The two of you panted in unison as he leaned his sweaty forehead against yours, pressing the occasional sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth or jaw.
“So, you mean to tell me that to get you to squirt all I had to do was get you to call me Daddy?” Chris gave you a shit eating grin as he chuckled lightly when you weakly tried to shove him in response.
Your body shivered as he pulled out and began to gently clean you up. After getting things squared away, Chris slid into the end behind you and pulled your body flush against his. A soft hum buzzed from his chest as you laid your head against him. A scruffy kiss placed to your temple made you smile softly against his skin.
“Well, at least now we know.” You whispered, snuggling closer to him.
“Know what, baby girl?” Chris whispered back, fingertips running gently up and down your spine.
“That you have a Daddy kink.”