He checks every lock twice, front door, back door, garage, then pulls me into the living room and pushes me down to my knees on the rug. Pants drop, thick cock already throbbing, he fists my hair and slides slow past my lips until my nose presses against him. He holds me there, watching tears spill while I gag and drool, then starts fucking my throat steady and deep, growling “that’s daddy’s good girl.” Rug burns my knees as he uses my mouth harder, balls slapping my chin until my mascara runs black streaks. He finally groans, forces me all the way down and explodes straight down my throat, hot pulses I swallow greedily while he keeps me pinned until the last drop. He pulls out slow, wipes my lips with his thumb and whispers “not a word when she gets home.”
