Chapter 52: Gagged, Stretched, and Filled

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Gagged, Stretched, and Filled

~Reynold’s POV~

He held me pinned by the hair and used my mouth like his personal toy, driving upward in hard, brutal thrusts that slammed against the back of my throat over and over.

Hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

A harsh cough ripped from my chest around his cock, but I forced my jaw to stay open and relaxed. Even as my vision blurred from lack of air, I kept my lips sealed tight around him, swirling my tongue desperately over the head while my hand stroked the thick veins of his lower shaft in a frantic, messy rhythm.

Frederick’s composure shattered. Unfiltered, shameless moans tore from his throat, the deep sounds vibrating against my tongue as he lost himself in the wet, choking heat of my mouth.

"Fuck... shit, Reynold, you’re choking on it, keep sucking, take it all!" he panted, hips bucking upward in a blind frenzy.

The room filled with loud, obscene wet sounds and my desperate, wheezing gasps. Every time I coughed around him, his grip tightened in my hair and he drove even deeper, until my chest heaved and I was completely at his mercy. He used my throat until he was shaking from head to toe.

My cock was leaking, slapping heavily against my thighs as I continued to swallow him down. But the burning in my chest became too much, I couldn’t take another second of airlessness. I slapped my hands against his chest, gasping for breath. "Stop, Daddy! Stop!"

He pulled his long, thick cock out of my mouth instantly. I threw my head back, coughing and gasping for air as tears streamed down my red face.

Frederick panicked, his tough exterior instantly cracking. He dropped to his knees beside me, his hands hovering frantically. "I’m sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too bad?"

I choked out a breath, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. "I’m... I’m fine."

He looked ready to pull away completely. One hand pushed his heavy cock down against his thigh as he started to climb out of bed.

"We should stop. Let me bring your breakfast to you. I didn’t mean to go that hard, I just lost control. Are you sure you’re okay?"

I glared at him, chest still heaving, the raw need between my legs overriding the ache in my throat. "Fuck me."

Frederick blinked, clearly surprised. "How about you eat first—"

"I’m fine," I snapped, cutting him off. Without waiting, I turned around on the mattress, dropping onto my hands and knees in a deep, submissive doggy-style position right in front of him.

A dark, hungry growl rumbled in Frederick’s chest at the sight of me. He reached over to the bedside drawer, popping it open to grab a bottle of slick lube. He squirted a generous amount over his fist, stroking his thick cock until it glistened, before pouring the rest directly over my wet entrance.

His fingers slid against my rim, and without hesitation, he pressed two thick fingers straight inside me.

"Ah—fuck, yes, Daddy," I groaned, burying my face into the mattress as he curled his fingers inside, stretching my tight walls open to the rhythm of his hand.

The wet, squelching sounds filled the room as he pumped his fingers in and out, making my hips buck back instinctively against his touch.

After a few punishing strokes that had me crying out and drooling onto the sheets, Frederick yanked his hand out.

He leaned over me, his heavy chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my ear. "I’m going inside you now, little pet."

"Yes, please," I begged, shaking my ass back toward him.

Frederick gripped my hips in his large, calloused hands, holding me locked in place as he aligned the blunt head of his cock against my aching entrance. With a slow, merciless push, he slid forward, sinking inside me.

Schhllick—ugh.

I gasped into the mattress, my eyes rolling back as every single inch of his massive, heavy length filled me to capacity, stretching me wide and tight around his heat.

He waited a second to let me adjust, his hand smoothing over my back. "How does my dick feel inside you, little pet?" He murmured, breath hot against the back of my neck.

I buried my face in the sheets, voice thick with need. "It feels delicious, Daddy..."

Frederick let out a low, pleased hum. "Alright. So give Daddy your waist. Push back to meet every one of my hard thrusts, okay?"

I nodded eagerly, my voice breathless. "Yes, Daddy..."

Slowly, he began to move, his thick shaft sliding out before pressing back deep inside me.

Schhllick... squelch... slide...

The wet, heavy sound echoed right beneath us. I bit my lip, rocking my hips to match his pace. "Hh-ah... yeah, Daddy..." I moaned, desperate for more friction.

With a deep growl, Frederick gripped my waist hard with both hands, anchoring me to the mattress as he shifted from slow to brutal. He started fucking me deeper and harder, and I didn’t hesitate, I threw my hips back to meet every single one of his savage drives.

Slap, slap, slap!

The loud, nasty sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, blending with our ragged breathing.

"Fuck, Daddy—!" Frederick groaned, a rough sound tearing from his throat as he slammed all the way to the hilt.

Slam, slop, slap!

"Please, Daddy, don’t be gentle!" I cried out, arching my spine and giving in entirely to the wanton, slutty ache in my core. "Fvck me harder! Please, I’m begging you!"

"I’m going to make you come so hard," Frederick promised, his voice dark and feral.

"Yes, Daddy, make me cum hard! Fuck me... Ah, fuck!"

He locked his hands around my waist, lifting my hips so he could drive upward at a punishing angle that struck my prostate dead-on with every thrust. My toes curled hard into the mattress as a blinding shockwave of pleasure shot up my spine. I screamed, throwing my hips back to meet his brutal rhythm, completely lost in how deep he was taking me.

"Mm... fuck, Daddy, harder... right there, oh God, yes, fuck me!" I sobbed, my moans turning high and broken as he drove me closer to the edge, completely at his mercy.

"Daddy, I’m close," I sobbed, my voice breaking into a high, desperate wail. "I can’t take... oh, fuck!"

Instead of slowing down, Frederick’s hands slid around my waist, lifting me and yanking me backward until I was pressed flat against his chest.

We were both on our knees in the center of the mattress now, locked together. With one hand clamped tightly around my hip, his other hand reached up to pinch and roll my sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he drove into me faster, harder, and deeper from behind.

Slap-slap-slap-squelch!

"Ah—huh... fuck—!" I whimpered, every brutal pound of his thick length hitting my prostate dead-on.

Every single hard thrust rattled my entire body, dragging a loud, shameless moan from my lips that grew higher and louder with every impact.

"Deeper... God, go deeper inside me, Daddy—!" I cried out, my voice dripping with pure need as he hit that exact, agonizingly good spot over and over again.

My hand dropped down between my legs, wrapping tightly around my leaking, throbbing cock to stroke it in frantic, messy jerks. "I’m going to cum, Daddy, I’m right there—!"

"Yes, cum for Daddy," Frederick murmured darkly right against my ear, his teeth grazing my skin as he pounded into me with reckless abandon.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my back arching hard as I lost my mind. "I’m cumming! Yeah, Daddy, fuck—!"

Another savage thrust slammed into my prostate.

"Ah...!"

My whole body locked tight. A white-hot pulse exploded low in my stomach and my cock jerked hard against the sheets.

"Fuck... Daddy—!"

Thick ropes of cum shot out...