It feels good to me, too.
Too good to resist.
“Red light.”
He blinks like he’s not sure if he heard me correctly.
“Did you just...”
I smile. He drops his forehead to my shoulder and swallows hard.
“Remind me never to suggest this game again,” he grumbles, and I laugh.
“You know, you could just fuck me, Daddy.”
“Nope, not falling for it. Those aren't the rules.”
It’s not ‘til now that I realize I’ve been expecting him to reach some arbitrary breaking point where his need to fuck me eclipses his control. But Austin isn’t like the others. He’s not just using me to get off, saying he wants one thing and then surprising me with another when I’m too drunk or high or anxious to say stop.
“Daddy doesn't move a muscle 'til I give him the green light?” I ask.
“That’s right, baby girl. You call the shots.”
I pivot my hips, fucking myself on him as well as I can while I’m still on my back. Apart from the occasional throb, his cock doesn't move. Not even when his arms start to shake from the strain of holding himself back.
"Feels like you're milking me," he rasps.
I slide my hand between us to stroke my clit.
“I am milking you,” I say. “I want your come inside me.”
“You know what to do, baby.”
“Green light—ahh!”
Austin drags me onto his lap without slipping out of my pussy. His iron grip bites my hips.
“Hold on tight, little girl. This ride's about to get bumpy.”
I cling to his shoulders as he levers me up and down, his hips meeting mine with brutal urgency. His teeth graze my neck. Tension builds in my pelvis, drawing all of my awareness to the thick, hard cock slamming into me.
"Look at those bouncy tits," Austin growls. "So fucking pretty. Pinch your nipples for me."
I squeeze my nipples hard enough to make myself flinch.
"Like this?"
“Oh, fuck, just like that, baby. Just...like...that.” He punctuates every word with a savage thrust. I feel like a bird caught in a hurricane, fighting to hold onto my perch as the wind batters me.
But there’s another storm on the horizon, brewing between my hips and coming in fast.
My orgasm thunders through me, making me moan and clench. Austin groans.
“Daddy's gonna fill you up, Kenzie. Daddy's...gonna...fuck...you...” He holds me in place with a punishing grip as he buries his cock inside me. I feel his body tense and tremble. His cock throbs. I cling to him long after we've stopped moving, until finally, he relaxes his hold.
He cradles my face.
"Talk to me, baby," he says, his voice hoarse. "Was Daddy too rough?"
“No. That was exactly what I needed."
“Good.” He kisses me. “I want you to remember red light and green light. Those are your safe words from now on.”
My lips curve. It feels good to know that I have safe words, even if I never end up using them. "Okay, Daddy. I’ll remember."