LET ME BE YOUR DADDY FOR TONIGHT 5

Chapter 5 Lily’s POV “Do you want it?” I stared at his c**k, thick and heavy in his hand, the head shiny with pre-c*m, veins standing out like they were pulsing just for me. My p***y was still twitching from the orgasm he’d just licked out of me, but the second he asked that question my whole body lit up again. “Yeah,” I breathed, my voice cracking a little. “I want it. f**k, I want it so bad right now.” He didn’t smile like some polite guy. He grinned, dark and hungry, and stepped between my spread thighs on the counter. “Then take it, baby girl. Spread those legs wider for me.” I did it without thinking, heels digging into the edge of the counter, knees falling open so far my hips ached. He grabbed my ass with both hands and yanked me right to the edge, the blunt head of his c**k nudging my soaked entrance. “Tell me again,” he growled, rubbing it up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness. “Tell Daddy how bad you need this dick.” My face burned but the words just spilled out. “I need it, Daddy. Please. I’m so f*****g wet for you already.” He pushed in one slow, thick inch and I gasped, my walls stretching around him. God, he was big. Bigger than anything I’d ever had. The burn was sharp and perfect at the same time. “More,” I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t tease me.” He gave me another inch, then another, eyes locked on my face like he was watching every reaction. “That’s it… take every f*****g inch like a good girl.” When he bottomed out I cried out, full and stuffed so deep I felt him in my stomach. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in hard, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the bathroom. “f**k!” I yelped, my t**s bouncing with the force. He laughed low, eyes dropping to my chest. “Grab those t**s for me. Squeeze them while I f**k you.” My hands flew up without thinking, palms cupping my breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. I squeezed hard, rolling my n*****s between my fingers the way he had in the shower, and the extra jolt made my p***y clamp down around him. “Like this?” I panted, squeezing tighter. “Harder,” he ordered, hips snapping faster, driving into me so deep the counter creaked under us. “Show me how much you like getting f****d by a stranger.” I squeezed until my knuckles went white, moaning loud every time he bottomed out. My n*****s were so hard they hurt, aching under my own fingers. He leaned down, still pounding into me, and covered my hands with his bigger ones. “Let Daddy help,” he muttered, pressing my palms harder into my t**s, he grabbed the boobs together, squeezing it together very roughly. A sharp, sudden pressure built in my breasts, something I’d never felt before, and the next second warm liquid squirted out of my n*****s in thin white streams, splashing straight onto his chest and face. My eyes flew wide open. “What the—oh my god!” Milk. Actual milk. Running down his cheek, dripping off his jaw. I’d never had that happen, not once in my life. My face burned hotter than the shower water. “I—I don’t know why it’s doing that.. f**k, I’m sorry—” "Holy s**t, you're lactating? That's f*****g hot," he said again, the sound rough and amused as he ducked his head to latch onto the leaking n****e, sucking hard and drawing more of the warm milk into his mouth with a greedy pull that made me gasp from the unexpected sensation, a mix of embarrassment and wild arousal twisting in my gutl. “Mmm,” he groaned around my breast, tongue swirling, sucking hard while his hips kept slamming into me. “It’s tastes sweet as fuck.” I screamed, the suction shooting straight to my c**t. My p***y gushed around his c**k, soaking his balls. “Oh s**t—don’t stop—suck it harder, Daddy, please!” He switched to the other n****e, sucking greedily while milk kept leaking out in little spurts every time he thrust. The wet sounds were filthy, his mouth slurping, my p***y squelching, our skin slapping together. He drank from me like he was starving, growling against my skin, and I lost it completely. “f**k me—harder—please, I need it so much harder!” He pulled off my tit with a wet pop, milk still dripping down his chin, and grabbed my hips. “You asked for it.” In one move he flipped me around, bending me over the counter so my t**s pressed against the cold marble, ass up high. He kicked my feet wider apart and slammed back inside me so deep I saw stars. “Like this?” he grunted, pounding into me like a madman, hips snapping so fast the sound was nonstop. “You want Daddy to wreck this tight p***y?” “Yes—yes—f**k yes!” I cried, cheek smashed against the counter, drool leaking from the corner of my mouth. “Don’t stop! rail me—please, harder, I can take it!” He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so I had to arch my back more. His other hand reached around and squeezed my leaking tit again, milk spraying out onto the counter with every brutal thrust. “You’re getting f****d raw by a man whose name you don’t even know,” he growled against my ear, voice rough. “Your mom’s probably blowing up your phone right now, wondering where her girl is, and here you are bent over like a slut, begging for more cock.” The words hit me like a slap and I moaned louder, my p***y fluttering around him. “I know she’s waiting but I don’t care, f**k me, please don’t stop—” He laughed again, dark and satisfied, and started ramming into me even faster, the angle hitting that spot inside me over and over until my legs shook. I was a mess—t**s leaking, p***y creaming all over his d**k, tears of pure pleasure running down my face. “Beg for it,” he snarled, slamming in so hard my hips bruised against the counter edge. “Tell me how bad you need this stranger’s cock.” “More! give me more—f**k me like you own me—harder, Daddy, please, I’m gonna c*m again—don’t stop, don’t you dare f*****g stop!” He growled and drove into me like he was trying to split me in half, one hand still squeezing my tit, the other gripping my hip so tight I knew I’d have fingerprints tomorrow. My whole body shook, milk still spilling, p***y clenching around every thick inch as another orgasm started building fast and dirty. I thought how my mom was probably pacing the living room right now, calling me over and over, while I was here getting absolutely railed by a man I’d met less than an hour ago, with my t**s leaking, begging him to f**k me even harder. He pulled out from me, and I winced at the loss. “Wh—“ “Get on your knees” he cut me off. “Huh?” I asked. “Get on your knees and take daddy’s d**k in your mouth!”