The moment his hand grazed the small of my back, I felt it—that electric current that shot straight to my core. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with want. His fingers trailed down, slipping beneath the waistband of my skirt, teasing the soft skin just above my ass. I arched into him, my breath hitching as his lips brushed against my ear. “You’re fucking wet already, aren’t you?” I was. God, I was. His words alone had me throbbing, my panties clinging to me as I shifted restlessly against the damp fabric. I could feel his breath hot on my neck, his chest pressing against my back as he leaned in closer. “Tell me,” he growled, his hand sliding lower, his fingers grazing the lace of my panties. “Tell me how much you want me to fucking touch you.” “Please,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. His fingers teased the edge of my panties, dipping just slightly beneath the fabric, and I gasped. “Please, Daddy, I need you to touch me.” The word slipped out before I could stop it, but it felt right—so fucking right. His grip tightened, his fingers pressing against my clit through the damp lace, and I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “My fucking good girl.” He spun me around, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me against him. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, and I gasped, my hands clutching his shoulders for balance. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue tangling with mine in a kiss that was all heat and need. I could taste the hunger in him, the desperation that matched my own. His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing firmly as he ground his hips into mine. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, my voice shaking. “Please, I need you to fuck me.” His growl was low and primal, and in one swift motion, he had me pressed against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands fumbled with the button of his jeans, and I reached down to help him, my fingers trembling as I pushed them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and so fucking perfect, and I whimpered at the sight of it. “You want this?” he growled, his hand wrapping around his shaft and stroking slowly. “You want Daddy to fuck you?” “Yes,” I cried, my hips rocking against him, desperate for contact. “Please, Daddy, I need you inside me.” He smirked, his cock brushing against my soaked panties as he teased me. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice dark and commanding. “Beg for Daddy’s cock.” “Please,” I sobbed, my hands clutching his shoulders. “Please, Daddy, I need your cock inside me. I need you to fucking ruin me.” That was all he needed. His hands gripped my hips, and with one thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, my head falling back against the wall as he stretched me, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. “Fuck,” I gasped, my nails digging into his skin. “Oh fuck, Daddy, you feel so good.” He growled, his hips slamming into mine as he fucked me against the wall. Each thrust was deep and hard, his cock hitting all the right spots as I clung to him, my legs trembling around his waist. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my ass as he pulled me harder onto his cock. “Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking good.” The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my moans and his growls. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body tightening around him as he fucked me deeper and harder. “I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as he hit that spot again and again. “Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” “Cum for me,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. “Cum on Daddy’s cock, baby.” His words were all it took. My orgasm ripped through me, my body clamping down on his cock as I screamed his name. He didn’t stop, his hips slamming into mine as he rode out my orgasm, his own release close. “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, filling me with his cum. We collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily as he held me close, his cock still buried deep inside me. “My fucking good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. I melted into him, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. I wanted more—I needed more. “Daddy,” I whispered, my hand trailing down his chest. “I need you to fuck me again.” He smirked, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer. “Oh, baby,” he growled. “Daddy’s just getting started.”

The moment his hand touched my back, I felt an electric current, and he whispered in my ear, his fingers teasing my skin. I begged him to touch me and he spun me around, his lips crashing into mine, and then he pressed me against the wall and fucked me. After we both came, I begged him to fuck me again.

The moment his hand grazed the small of my back, I felt it—that electric current that shot straight to my core. __“Look at you,”__ he murmured, his voice low and dripping with want. His fingers trailed down, slipping beneath the waistband of my skirt, teasing the soft skin just above my ass. I arched into him, my breath hitching as his lips brushed against my ear. “You’re fucking wet already, aren’t you?”  

I was. _God, I was._ His words alone had me throbbing, my panties clinging to me as I shifted restlessly against the damp fabric. I could feel his breath hot on my neck, his chest pressing against my back as he leaned in closer. “Tell me,” he growled, his hand sliding lower, his fingers grazing the lace of my panties. “Tell me how much you want me to fucking touch you.”  

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. His fingers teased the edge of my panties, dipping just slightly beneath the fabric, and I gasped. “Please, Daddy, I need you to touch me.”  

The word slipped out before I could stop it, but it felt right—so fucking right. His grip tightened, his fingers pressing against my clit through the damp lace, and I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “My fucking good girl.”  

He spun me around, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me against him. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, and I gasped, my hands clutching his shoulders for balance. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue tangling with mine in a kiss that was all heat and need. I could taste the hunger in him, the desperation that matched my own.  

His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing firmly as he ground his hips into mine. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, my voice shaking. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”  

His growl was low and primal, and in one swift motion, he had me pressed against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands fumbled with the button of his jeans, and I reached down to help him, my fingers trembling as I pushed them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and _so fucking perfect_, and I whimpered at the sight of it.  

“You want this?” he growled, his hand wrapping around his shaft and stroking slowly. “You want Daddy to fuck you?”  

“Yes,” I cried, my hips rocking against him, desperate for contact. “Please, Daddy, I need you inside me.”  

He smirked, his cock brushing against my soaked panties as he teased me. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice dark and commanding. “Beg for Daddy’s cock.”  

“Please,” I sobbed, my hands clutching his shoulders. “Please, Daddy, I need your cock inside me. I need you to fucking ruin me.”  

That was all he needed. His hands gripped my hips, and with one thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, my head falling back against the wall as he stretched me, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. “Fuck,” I gasped, my nails digging into his skin. “Oh fuck, Daddy, you feel so good.”  

He growled, his hips slamming into mine as he fucked me against the wall. Each thrust was deep and hard, his cock hitting all the right spots as I clung to him, my legs trembling around his waist. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my ass as he pulled me harder onto his cock. “Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking good.”  

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my moans and his growls. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body tightening around him as he fucked me deeper and harder. “I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as he hit that spot again and again. “Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum.”  

“Cum for me,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. “Cum on Daddy’s cock, baby.”  

His words were all it took. My orgasm ripped through me, my body clamping down on his cock as I screamed his name. He didn’t stop, his hips slamming into mine as he rode out my orgasm, his own release close. “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, filling me with his cum.  

We collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily as he held me close, his cock still buried deep inside me. “My fucking good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. I melted into him, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all.  

But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. I wanted more—I needed more. “Daddy,” I whispered, my hand trailing down his chest. “I need you to fuck me again.”  

He smirked, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer. “Oh, baby,” he growled. “Daddy’s just getting started.”

A young woman wakes up to her dominant lover, known as "Daddy," already aroused and ready for her. The narrative delves into their intense, passionate relationship, filled with rough, possessive sex and explicit dirty talk, as they explore their dynamic through various scenarios, including wall sex and multiple rounds of intense pleasure. The story features elements of DDlg (Daddy Dom Little Girl) dynamics and explicit, consensual BDSM themes, highlighting the intense connection and mutual satisfaction between the two lovers.

Daddy's Filthy Fucking Wall Banger

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