Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 123: Fuck Me, Daddy [Part-2] [R-18]

Fuck Me, Daddy [Part-2] [R-18]

She bent down close enough for him to have the sensation of her warm breath across his cheek, her red hair falling like a burning curtain around them. She spoke in a soft voice, heavy with honeyed taunting, every syllable heavy with promise.

"Then shut up," she whispered, lips against his skin, "fuck your wife like you mean it."

"Ah, well... it seems a few days’ absence from me emboldened you, sweetheart," Leon whispered, his tone low and laced with amusement. His hand glided slowly up Rias’s thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles on her flushed skin.

Rias smiled, her face sparkling with fire and trouble. She leaned in close, only close enough so that her lips were almost touching his. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, licking her lips painstakingly. "I’ve been getting braver and braver... especially on those lonely nights when I can do nothing but think about you and dream."

Leon released a low sound of amusement, his thumb caressing the inside of her thigh now, where she was already hot and wet. "Mmm, is that so sweetheart?"

She nodded, a wicked smile spreading as she bit her bottom lip. "Missed your cock. Missed your hands. Missed everything."

Leon’s eyebrow shot up, his smirk spreading, obviously delighted with her candid frankness. His hands rested on her hips, thumbs sketching slow circles around her hips. "And damn," he whispered, "I missed that mouth too."

They both smiled quietly—warm, playful, starved. But the laughter died as they slowed breathing, and the fire between them intensified.

Rias was the one to begin to stop laughing—not because she was shy, but because her body was already beginning to hurt, throb with desire. She was sitting on top of Leon on the bed, the two of them naked, bathed in soft candlelight. Her hands were already around his thick cock, warm and throbbing in her grasp. But she couldn’t quite manage to stroke him... yet. Not when her pussy was already wet, aching, practically crying out for him.

"Daddy..." she breathed softly, her voice quiet but shaking with starvation. "I can’t wait anymore. I want your... your dick in me."

Leon’s golden eyes blazed into hers with that dark, awed fervor that never failed to dissolve her from the core outward. He cradled her cheek with his palm, stroking his thumb over her lips as he growled, "Then why delay? Take what’s yours, sweetheart."

Rias smiled; her gaze focused on his with a need that had only increased after their time apart. She didn’t wait. Gliding her body over his slowly on purpose, she allowed her wet pussy to slide across his abdomen, leaving behind a slick, hot path that caused his muscles to flex beneath her. Her nipples scraped against his chest, her breasts hardening from arousal and anticipation.

She leaned in to kiss him—soft and slow—then drew back a little, knees framing his thighs, hips rising as she slipped her hand between his legs to locate his cock.

Her fingers wrapped around the thick length, warm and hard against her hand, jerking at her touch. She led him to her entrance, where her folds shone with need, her arousal thick and inviting.

The instant the head of his dick kissed her wet slit, she gasped. Her hips canted, and she started to come down, her breath catching as her slippery pussy started to stretch around him. Slowly, inch by inch, he slid inside her, hard and throbbing, filling her in that gradual, exquisite manner that curled her toes and crunched her belly.

"Mmm... fuuuck..." she breathed, her face tilting up, lips opening on a trembling moan.

Leon growled under her, his fingers clutching at her hips. "Goddamn, you feel like heaven..."

Her inner walls danced with him, constricted and hungry, as though her body had been hungry—aching—to be filled again. The further his dick sank, the tighter her pussy gripped, rippling as though it did not wish to release him. She did not cease until her hips pressed fully against his, her clit against the root of him, and his cock plugged to the root in her slippery, squeezing warmth.

She breathed a moan, head tilting forward, her hair spilling around her face as she spoke softly, "You feel... so fucking good inside me... Daddy... I missed this—missed you—so much..."

Leon grunted hard, his hands wrapped tight around her waist, his thumbs digging into the softness of her hips. He could feel her—all of her. Her hot, moist pussy clutching him tight in slow, pulsing waves of heat, her body slumping against him with each inch she took. His cock ached deep within her wet hot pussy, and the delight was close to blinding. His breath staccatoed in his throat as her body filled around him as if she were made to envelop him.

"Damn, Rias..." Leon growled, his voice thick with need and awe. "You’re so warm... so fucking tight. Feels like this pussy was made just for me."

Rias leaned in, her warm breath dancing across his lips, and he took her in a sloppy, urgent kiss. Their tongues knotted, breaths entwining as guttural groans escaped them. Meanwhile, she rocked back and forth on top of him, her body undulating in slow, erotic curves.

Her breasts jiggled with each soft thrust, rosy and plump, the pebbled nipples inviting his caress.

Discarding the kiss, Leon followed warm kisses along her neck, his mouth skating against her skin with reverent passion. He descended lower—mapping his way until his hands cradled her breasts, drawing the yielding curves toward his lips.

He grasped one nipple between his lips, sucking hard, rolling it with his tongue and gently bite her nipple, while his other hand squeezed and teased the other. His other hand tugged and squeezing her breast, making her shiver.

Rias gasped, her hands gripping his hair. "Yes, Daddy—ahh—please... suck them, bite them... fuck, I love it when you touch my boobies like that..."

He did precisely what she pleaded—tugging one nipple deep before torturing the other with his tongue, relishing the flavor of her skin. Low growls vibrated against her chest, keeping time with her pumping hips. She accelerated her rhythm, rolling her hips sensually, her flesh becoming wetter, hotter, more frantic with each gasp.

His palms fell off her hips, gripping them tightly, sending her thrusts as she rode him harder. The air was filled with the wet, lewd sound of her wet pussy swallowing his cock—slick, wet, lewd. Their bodies were in harmony, two notes of the same melody.

"Your pussy’s holding me so tight, baby... like it never wants me to go..." he growled, locking eyes with hers.

"It doesn’t," she panted, gasping. "I need you, Daddy... every inch, every drop... I want to feel you cum deep inside me."

He drove up into her, their hips slapping together with slick, wet heat. She screamed out with pleasure, head tossed back as he struck her deepest spot.

"Ohh—fuck—yes! Just like that! Dad... Daddy, don’t stop—please, don’t ever stop thrusting deep inside me!"

Her pussy contracted around him, walls milking his cock as she pursued her orgasm—her thighs shaking, perspiration glistening on her body. Leon leaned forward, his arms around her as he started to thrust from underneath, deeper, harder, his cock going in and out with strong precision.

He kissed her again—hard, dirty, all love. "I’m not done until I’ve fucked you senseless, sweetheart. Until I fill this gorgeous pussy with all the milk I’ve stored up in my body."

Rias moans against his lips, consumed by pleasure, by emotion, by love. "Yes... yes... fuck me... more harder, Daddy... claim me. Mark me yours all over again..."

Rias could feel it rising—hot and thick and impossible to deny. Her entire body was shuddering, each bounce on Leon’s cock driving her closer to that wonderful brink. Her pussy was dripping wet, hugging him like he was formed just for his shape, grasping his broad, veined cock in shaking ripples as her orgasm started to swell.

Leon felt it too. The tension in her tight walls heaving around his cock, as though her body was already on the verge of release before she was even aware of it. His hands crept from her hips down to her ass, he grasping her soft curves hard, controlling her as she rode him harder, faster, crazed with lust and love.

He could hardly catch his breath for how tightly she was wrapped around him. With each slam down, her wet heat engulfed him to the hilt, and the sensation was so overwhelming that it left him blind.

"Shit, Rias—baby, I’m gonna come." Leon gritted out against her neck, his words strained and shaking. "You feel amazing—so goddamn amazing. You’re gonna make me blow..."

"Yes—do it," she groaned, voice raw, desperate, nigh-on tearful. "Cum with me, Daddy—fill me... I need to feel you. I want all of it inside me..."

Their mouths collided in a burning kiss, tongues wrapping, breaths choppy, moans spilling into each other’s mouths. She had her arms over his shoulders, her breasts mashed against his chest as she rode him harder, her clit grinding against him with every plunge. Her inner walls clenched around his penis—hot, wet, quivering.

And then—it struck her.

Her orgasm surged through her body like lightning, taking the air from her lungs. Her scream was loud, ragged, gorgeous. "Ahh—Daddy!!"

Her vagina gripped him in strong, pulsating waves, milking him, sucking him deeper. Her thighs spasmed wildly around his waist, and her fingernails bit into his back as her body jerked with ecstasy.

Leon couldn’t keep it inside anymore.

The second he felt her walls close in on him like a velvet vies, his climax rolled up his spine. He clenched her hips hard, burying himself to the hilt with a rough, deep groan.

"Fuuuck—Rias...!!"

He blew apart within her, cock jerking stiff as thick, hot jets of cum poured into her throbbing pussy. The feeling was otherworldly—wet, warm, exquisite. Her body devoured every last drop, their combined juices pouring down his length, wetting his thighs and the sheets beneath them.

They remained like that—shackled together, shivering, gasping, completely exhausted. Rias leaned against Leon’s chest, her lips tracing soft, airless kisses down his neck, still trembling from the aftershocks. His arms enfolded her, one hand stroking her back and the other running through her hair.

She purred faintly against his ear, voice still husky "... I missed that... I really missed this feeling—being filled by you, claimed by you."

Leon kissed her temple, his heart racing. "You’ve got all of me now, sweetheart. Every inch. Every thrust. You’re not going a single night without this again."

They were sprawled in the afterglow, her draped across him, rosy and slippery with sweat. His cock remained half-erect inside hers—warm, half-hard, sheathed in their combined release—lodged deep within the soft, wet grip of her pussy, which still spasmed and clung to him, throbbing in slow, sensual aftershocks of pleasure. Her body was snugly fitted against his—sticky, sweaty, utterly at rest.

But then, something changed—Leon’s unlimited energy awakened once again. Even as he rested curled deep within her, his dick started to get hard again, throbbing with renewed desire. Rias sensed it—there, deep inside her still-sensitive, soaked cunt—pushing up against her sensitive walls, stretching her all over again.

Her breath hitched as her gaze went wide, then narrowed in that familiar blaze. Her lips twisted in a teasing smile, cheeks burning with disbelief and hunger.

"Daddy... already hard again? Like that?" she purred, voice full of awe and expectation.

Leon laughed darkly, his hand moving down to her ass as he squeezed it possessively. His eyes sparkled with that wicked glint she knew all too well.

"Now what do I say when my sweetheart is this fucking sexy and brazen?" he snarled, his voice heavy and husky. He moved closer, rubbing his lips by her ear. "And by the way... did you really believe I was finished with you? Baby, we’re just beginning."

Surprise flashed across Rias’s face for a moment—then her grin grew wide, daring. "I thought so before... but now? Looks like we’re going for more. More rounds."

Leon’s grin deepened, confident and hungry. "Of course, baby."

With a swift, sure motion, he rolled on top of her, his cock still buried inside her slick warmth. His eyes locked on hers as he grinned, letting her feel his power and hunger anew.

"Ready for the second ride, baby?"

Rias grinned back, brassy and winded. "Yes. Let’s go, Daddy."

Leon wasted no more time. He started to move within her—slow and deep initially, luxuriating in the way her wet walls clung to him, then accelerating to that merciless rhythm they both so desperately desired. Flesh came together in wet, flawless accord. Their mouths collided once more in blinding kisses—hungered, sloppy, filled with fire.

Rias’s moans spilled into the air like music, her back arching to meet every thrust, her nails raking down Leon’s back as their bodies collided over and over in perfect sync. His name echoed from her lips like a mantra, while his low growls melted into her skin, into her soul.

The room throbbed with heat and breath and love—the kind that comes only after distance, after longing, after two bodies finally returning home.

And as the bed swayed, and the candles blurred, and the moonlight shimmered over sweat-covered skin, one thing resounded clear:

This was only the start. The night lay ahead of them—young, wild, and full of promises spoken through moans and breathless kisses.