Mia squeezed the spongey flesh of Jordan’s tip and took a deep breath. Jordan smiled as he did nothing else. He put his hands behind his head and sank into his seat, like a king whose servant did everything for them. Mia chuckled at him but knew he expected her to properly take care of her Daddy. She lowered herself and rubbed the tip against her drenched lips, sending several drips spiraling around the shaft to the base.
Come on, Mia. It’s no big deal. We fucked for hours last night, you should be used to it, Mia thought.
After a deep breath and mustering up all the courage she could, she sat down as quickly as she could. Jordan’s cock burrowed quickly through the warm walls until their thighs clashed.
“Fuck!” Mia shouted, both from pleasure and pain. She may have gone down a bit too quickly, but she was glad to get the hardest part over with. “Bad idea,” she laughed as she trembled.
Jordan felt a different surge of pleasure with each inch she covered, and the fact that she covered the whole thing in less than a second caused him to groan out loud.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” he whispered.
“You know I love it when you hurt me,” Mia whispered. She placed either hand on Jordan’s thighs to support herself, slowly pulling herself back up. “Ooh,” she whispered. The stretching sensation was something both of them became addicted to; it was intoxicating. It was as if having anything slither through Mia’s lips was enough to press the button within her that activated her inner slut. Mia lowered herself once more, then raised, then lowered, then raised. She used both her hands and her knees to lift her even more quickly. She started with a slow rhythm which accelerated each time she heard her ass slap against Jordan’s thigh. “I fucking love that sound.”
She showed Jordan just how much she loved it by hammering herself onto him. The sounds weren’t as quick as when Jordan was in control, but they were firm and loud. “You like it when I fuck myself on your cock, don’t you?”
Jordan smiled as he leaned to the side, nonchalantly supporting his head with bent fingers. “I’m just happy to be here,” Jordan teased.
Mia made a brief laugh before resuming the melodious song of her moans, which peaked each time she sank to the bottom. It was a song that always seemed to make Jordan close his eyes and enjoy; it was sweet, sexy and loud.
“Daddy. Mmm! The door’s still… Fuck. The door’s still open,” Mia warned.
Jordan used his free hand to spank Mia while she was making a return trip downward.
“Focus,” Jordan whispered.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, continuing to ride as fast as she could. The athletic strength in her knees made it easy to keep her movements strong. She rose high until Jordan almost slipped out, and slammed back down. “Am I — making you feel good?” Mia panted.
“You’re doing an excellent job, babygirl,” Jordan whispered. “If you keep doing a good job, I’ll reward you all myself later. Maybe I’ll tie your hands behind your back like last time?”
“Yes! Yes, please. Can you put the dildo in my mouth, too?” Mia begged.