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Daddy Takes What He Wants

We were driving home from the baby shower, our trunk was filled with diapers, cute onesies, binkies, and other miscellaneous infant presents.

He'd been edging me all morning before the shower, petting my pussy and bringing me right to the edge before he'd stop touching me. I'd been soaked all day at the thought of getting home and feeling him plunge into me, finally letting me cum.

We were about 20 minutes from home when he began to run his fingers up my thigh, inching closer and closer to my wet heat.

"Pull your pants down," he said without taking his eyes off the road.

I paused, "but... what if someone sees me?"

The windows weren't tinted and while it was nearing sunset, it still wasn't dark outside yet.

He turned to me slowly with a dark look in his eyes before pulling off to the side of the road.

He yanked open the passenger door and pulled me so I was facing him, with my legs on either side of his body.

"You're carrying my baby. Do you know what that means?" He asked, gripping my upper thighs.Daddy Takes What He Wants Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ

"It means you're mine," his hands slid up my thighs slowly, "it means that I get to touch you whenever I want. I get to use you whenever I feel like it."

His fingers finally reached my aching center, circling my throbbing clit. He barely strummed his fingers over it once before his hand retreated.

"Please," I begged.

"Please what?" He teased, "Do you want me to stop?"

"You know I don't," I whined.

He let out a taunting chuckle, "then beg for it. Maybe if you be a good girl and beg real pretty I might give it to you."

I swallowed my pride, my lust and

need to cum was suddenly a much more pressing issue than my modesty. Plus, I rationalized, this was a small two lane road that wasn't frequently used.

"Please let me cum," I begged, "I need to cum, daddy. I'll do anything you want."

He let out a pleasure filled groan, "fuck, baby, you beg so nicely. I'll let you cum," he paused and my breath caught in anticipation, "after I fuck your pretty little throat."

Before I could respond, he gently pressed me to my back and slid me to the edge of the seat so my head hung off the edge, upside down.

Yanking his zipper down, he quickly pulled out his hard cock.

"Tap my leg twice if you need air."

I gasped as nervousness filled me. We'd never done this before.

Taking advantage of my open mouth, he slowly sunk his cock down my throat.

He groaned in pleasure, "fuck, your throat was made for this dick. Your lips feel so good wrapped around me."

I moaned at his words and wrapped my fingers around his thighs for stability as he plunged his length into my throat again.

I heard the sound of gravel crunching under tires as someone drove past. My heart began to race and my eyes widened in panic. The sound only seemed to spur him on. The car blew by without stopping and I wanted to cry in relief.

My eyes began to water at the rough treatment, and my core throbbed harder than ever as I dripped wetness onto the seats below me.

He fucked my throat in earnest, rougher than anyone has ever taken my mouth. Still, I didn't tap out. Him taking his pleasure from me, using me like his favorite fuck toy made me wetter than I've ever been in my entire life.

"Fuck baby, I'm getting close." I gagged as he pounded my throat.

His thrusts began to get sloppy as he grew closer and closer. I was rapidly running out of air, the small amounts I was able to draw in through my nose between thrusts was no longer cutting it and I was seeing stars.

"I'm gonna cum down your throat, you better swallow it. Swallow everything I have to give you," he growled out before he sunk his cock down my throat a final time.

His pelvis was flush with my lips and I felt him throb as he shot his load down my throat. I swallowed it down around his member.

After a moment, he pulled out slowly and I gasped, sucking down air.

His breathing was ragged as he pulled me up into a sitting position once again.

"Good fucking girl, you did so good for me baby," he said, pressing a kiss into my hair as he did.

"Do I get to cum now, daddy?"

He smirked at me, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I said you could cum after I ruined your throat. I didn't say it would be immediately. Maybe tomorrow."

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