The day was pretty insignificant, nothing to crow about really. Minus the fact that you’d been trying so hard to hold back on the aggression that was building up over the course of the past week, and there was nothing for you to let loose upon. This day, however, given that it was exceptionally boring, had just added to your frustration and there was nothing more you wanted than your little girls pretty mouth wrapped around your cock. I, on the other hand, had a pretty decent day, filled with playing video games in one of your tshirts and a pair of really cute, really provocative underwear. Though I hadn’t thought for a second that the sight of me sprawled across the bed, legs swinging back and forth idly would have gotten such a rise out of you. I heard the front door slam shut and footsteps in the hallway, and completely oblivious to your mood, I paused the game and stepped out into the hallway to greet you. The look in your eye was pure, carnal lust as you looked me over, drinking in the sight of long pale legs disappearing up into your shirt. I didn’t even see you move but suddenly my back was pressed against the wall, your hand firmly grasping my throat, the other squeezing my ass in an iron grip. I felt your breath hot on my neck as you towered over me, making me feel so small and defenseless against you. “You’re mine, Babygirl. And I’m going to have you. Right now.” My eyes widened, in both want and fear at the aggression that was rolling off you in waves, I could feel the animal within you just itching to break free. “N-no.” The words were a startled gasp as your rough hands found their way under the shirt and onto my stomach. “No?” You pulled back only slightly and glared at me, and I pinned my gaze on your chest, too scared to look you in the eye. “Forgive me for thinking that you had a say in this, my sweet little cumslut.” You grinned, a dangerous, devilish look in your eye. You saw the fear in my gaze, and part of you wanted to stop, to wrap your arms around me and tell me that it was okay, but you knew through past talks that this was something that the mere thought of, had turned me on wildly. In one swift movement, you had both of my arms behind my back, locking them there with a vice grip on my wrists as you forced me over the edge of the bed, bent at the waist, exposing those cute little pants. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the sting of your hand on my ass, but instead jerked against your touch, a single finger traveling the length of my clit, pausing for only a second before my hips were forced upward and the underwear was ripped at the seams, now a useless piece of fabric. You stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me, savouring the sight of your favourite peachy little ass before you knelt, giving me three searing cracks across the ass before featherlightly trailing your tongue over my clit, hearing a sudden whimper from the other side of the bed, you spanked me again. “Quiet little one, I’m trying to enjoy this.” You snapped and rubbed a finger over my entrance and slid it inside me. My legs straightened and my back arched involuntarily, letting you go even deeper. That didn’t last long before I was shifted, moved around until my head was hanging off the side of the bed. I knew what was coming, and it made me wet as hell. Unzipping your jeans, your cock was strained against the fabric of your boxers, big enough to be intimidating to someone a lot bigger than me. You pushed your boxers down and lowered yourself until I was able to stretch out and run the tip of my tongue from the base right up to the tip, making slow circles before you dipped downwards and slid the full length into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. At first I gagged and tried to move my head but your sudden grasp on my neck kept me exactly where you wanted me as you began to thrust, fucking my throat, uncaring to what I wanted until you’d had your fill. Trailing your fingers down my stomach, they came to a halt at my hips and then stopped before the stinging sensation of a sharp spank across my lips had me lifting my hips for more. We stayed like this for a while, you fucking my throat and rubbing circles around my clit, giving me a stinging spank occasionally before you decided that you’d had enough of this, and you wanted more. You flipped me back around onto my front, much to my feigned protest because I’d verbally told you that I didn’t want this but every part of me was screaming for you to fuck me until I couldn’t move. You gripped my wrists in one hand again and pressed the head of your cock against my soaked cunt, rubbing against me and pulling my pathetic little whimpers out of my throat. I was grinding against your shaft, trying to wiggle into a position where I could slide onto you, but you knew me better and gave my ass another crack until I stopped moving. Then, with achingly slow movement, you pushed into me. Keeping your movement to a minimum as the whimpers started again, hips arching up ward to try and take more of you because without a doubt, I wanted your cock and I wanted it bad. Without warning or care, you slammed the full length into me, burying your cock inside me until you were flush against me. “Is this what you want, little girl?” You asked, slapping my ass again. “How badly do you want Daddy’s cock?” I didn’t know what to say, the feeling of you filling me completely had me at a loss for words. “Answer me.” Another slap across the ass. “Yes this is what I want.” I gasped, trying to force myself forwards so I could move back onto you. “Good answer, Babygirl.” You growled and curled my hair around your fist, pulling harshly until I was nearly off the bed completely before you started fucking me relentlessly. Pounding my soaked little cunt because you’d wanted it, and you’d taken it.

He’s a heavy cummer. Who would lick his load up?

Reblog if you’re Scottish? Hehe.