Thread: Body Barter | Lewd & Father

He allowed the kiss for the moment and he gave her everything back in turn. He did not stand there like some statue of Adonis, waiting for her to be done, no...once he had lathered her, once he had allowed her to come close to him, once he had let all of that happen...he touched her in turn. His strong hands slid down along the muscles of her lower back, caressing to cup her bottom and he dug those fingers into the flesh...clenching her tightly against him, letting her feel every inch of that thick cock she enjoyed resting against her. His eyes burned, blazing with want before closing and enjoy that kiss, and after she partook of him...he in turn took from her. She encouraged more from him, she teased in the hopes he would and he did not disappoint her. His tongue came out, lashing across the tip of hers, teasing and tracing as he responded. His lips were bruising, brutal, demanding upon her own and that kiss held nothing in it but absolute dominance. God she felt amazing. His voice held that amazement in it as he broke the kiss to talk to her, letting her know how he felt. His need for her tore through those cultured words, every one of them seemed to be punctuated with lust as he spoke. Fuck...fucking God, look at you...just...look at you, you were made for this...fuck...you were bred for this, you can't deny it...can't deny how ready you are to be utterly...destroyed by me. Oh, he had no right to judge her he was sure. That was true. No right to look down upon her in any fashion...how could THIS man claim that she was unclean? Yet it was not that which he was referring, not to some act of pleasure she might have given herself into. It was the fact of territory, of claim, or another man having touched her he truly cared about. He wanted her his completely, the flesh under his command, and that was what washing her represented to him. That was what he needed...to know that she moved completely at his whim. He had been relatively kind up until that moment, relatively loving in all truth, other than his vicious words...but now things seemed to be changing, now things seemed to be taking a much darker moment for them both. His fingers on her bottom gripped, spread, caressed... Then two of them shoved inside of her as he continued his kiss. The two fingers did not explore, they were not gentle. The digits were there as a test of her readiness. He had come across her oiled, readied, fingering her own backside as she worked herself in the hopes of an orgasm and he had taken it all away from her. He had given her a command, demanded of her that she prepare herself for what was to come....and now he showed her exactly that he meant those words. The fingers forced fully up inside of her, pressing between her beautiful cheeks, opening her hole with viciousness as he pushed to the bottom knuckle. His mouth claimed over hers to feel her cry, wanting to capture it all, to literally taste her fucking scream if he elicited it from her. His own breath held as his other hand slid into her hair to hold her there during the moment, cock pulsing against her tummy, precum mingling with the droplets of water that slid down her skin.