Chapter 4 Big Fat C**k

ADAMS

The photos had come a few hours earlier when I had been sitting in my office

I had been trying to get most of the work done when my phone buzzed.

I almost ignored it.

Until I saw her name.

I took the phone with a sigh and opened it to check the message she had sent.

And then I saw the first picture.

It was Agnes, spread out on her bed with her shirt pulled up to bare her breasts.

Blood roared in my ears.

Her nipples were hard.

There was another photo of her with her fingers between her thighs.

She was showing me the soft pink folds down there, glistening wet with need.

Then another with her lips parted, tongue out and her eyes heavy with want.

But the last one had ruined me.

She had written the words messily on her stomach with a black marker.

Begging To Be Daddy’s Slut was shamelessly scrawled across her smooth skin.

My vision blurred with lust.

My cock had instantly begun to swell with blood until it was hard and angry.

It had strained against my zipper and I growled deeply under my breath.

I had reached up with anger to impatiently run a hand over my face and hair.

“Fuck.”

I knew that I couldn’t ignore it.

Not anymore.

Agnes was doing the most.

She was pushing me past the edge and daring me at every single turn.

I told myself that I was going to her room to warn her and scare some sense into her.

I had told myself that I would just tell her she had gone too far this time.

That was the plan.

But when I got there and shoved the door open, she was standing there naked.

She had looked fresh from the shower with her skin all damp and shining.

Her eyes had gone wide when she had seen me and her pouty lips parted in shock.

She had halfheartedly begun to cover up with her hands and it had amused me.

“Why the fuck are you covering up now?” My voice was sharp and mocking.

I had seen the shame flicker over her face.

“You had no problem with showing me everything over the phone.”

“Or did you forget?”

Her cheeks had burned red.

My body had already been trembling with rage and contrasting needs.

She had backed away, muttering, “I should not have sent those to you.”

My gaze had raked over her body to linger on the soft swell of her breasts.

“You wanted to show Daddy what a filthy little slut you are, right?” I had pressed.

Her breath had hitched.

But, she didn't deny it.

And I had caught her in my arms when her foot had slipped on the wet floor.

Her naked body had crashed into me and that was it, the moment I snapped.

I kissed her.

Now, I slammed her hard against the wall with my mouth crushing hers.

She gasped.

But then she melted into me, kissing back with a rather desperate need.

I ripped my fly open to free my cock.

It sprang up from my pants, thick and throbbing, red and angry at the tip.

I spun her around.

I pressed her face first to the wall with her plump ass thrust out for me.

My hand shoved between her thighs to check her core for wetness.

And I groaned with pleasure when I finally felt how wet she already was for me.

“Damn this, you are soaked,” I growled.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Tell me Agnes, is this how much you want daddy's big fat cock?" I asked.

She groaned a yes.

"So, you want it this much?" I said. "Then, won't you perhaps beg for it?"

I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, smearing her slick all over me.

She moaned deeply.

“Daddy, please,” she whimpered while I pressed her cheek to the wall.

“Say it again.”

My voice was dark and demanding.

“Daddy, I want you,” she cried out. “I need your cock buried deep in my cunt.”

That was all I needed.

I thrust into her in one hard stroke, burying my hard length in her to the hilt.

Her body clenched tight around me, her core hot and perfect for me.

And I nearly lost it right there.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

I gripped her hips so hard that I knew I would eventually leave bruises.

“You’re so tight, baby.”

I waited for her to adjust to my huge size while she writhed beneath me.

“This is mine now.”

I withdrew slowly and then slammed back into her with so much force.

She cried out.

I began to pound her pussy, my wet balls slapping against her entrance.

She moaned, pushing back against me with her hands flat against the wall.

I fucked her hard, my hips slamming into her ass with every thrust.

The sound of my cock pounding into her filled the room, wet and obscene.

“Oh god, Daddy—” she cried.

Her voice was breaking now.

“That’s right,” I gritted out while pulling her hair so her head was tilted back.

She nearly choked.

“You are Daddy’s little slut now Agnes. And I am really going to ruin you.”

Her pussy was milking me as it squeezed around me, and I knew she was close.

I reached around and began rubbing her clit with my thumb fast and rough.

She screamed my name.

Her body convulsed as she came.

Her cunt clamped hard on my cock and nearly ripped an orgasm out of me too.

But I held back, panting, sweat dripping down my face.

“Not yet,” I growled.

I pulled my dick out of her hole with a wet sound, her juice following behind.

She whimpered and instantly collapsed tiredly against the wall.

But I wasn’t done yet.

I grabbed her firmly by the wrist and then dragged her to the bed.

“On your knees,” I ordered.

She scrambled into position, kneeling on the edge of the mattress.

Her ass was up in the air.

I pushed her down so her chest was now pressing into the sheets.

Her back was arched perfectly for me.

I positioned my cock and shoved back inside her with one brutal thrust.

She cried out, her hands gripping the bedding, her knuckles white.

“Daddy—oh God—”

I pounded into her.

I thrusted harder than before.

My hips were now slamming against her ass in a savage rhythm that held me.

Her pussy was too good.

I was a beast, rutting into her, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room.

“You wanted this,” I snarled.

"Arghhh... Arghh yes," she moaned loudly with her voice muffled by the sheet.

“You begged for this. Now look at you just dripping on my cock like a whore.”

“Yes, Daddy!” she sobbed.

"Louder!" I demanded.

“I am your slut! Fuck me harder!”

And I did.

I fucked her like she was mine, like I was going to split her tight cunt in half.

My balls slapped against her with every thrust, the bed creaking under us.

She screamed till her voice was raw and her body was shaking under me.

Her pussy squeezed tight again and while another orgasm rippled through her.

I felt it coat my cock.

That was it for me.

I slammed into her one last time with a roar and spilled my seeds deep inside her.

My thick cum filled every inch of her pussy until it leaked down her thighs.

We collapsed forward together while gasping, drenched in sweat.

My chest pressed to her back.

My arms locked tightly around her as though I would never let her go.

Her voice was weak and trembling but satisfied when she spoke.

“Told you… you couldn’t resist.”

I kissed the back of her neck.

I was still panting.

“There would be no more fighting Agnes,” I whispered. “You are mine now.”