Fifty Nine

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Camilla's Point of View

*TRIGGER WARNING*

I crept into the house around midnight to all the lights off. The garage and driveway were empty, I wonder where daddy was. Who cares bitch, you made it in without gettin caught! My inner hoe yelled as I tip toed through the living room, kicking off my sandals. Since he was gone I'd just shower and relax. The twins were with my mom and dad for the night. I jogged up the steps to the master bedroom to grab some clothes for a shower.

I flipped the bedroom light on and damn near had a heart attack.

"Bae why you sitting up here in the dark?" I asked nervously shifting from one leg to the next. I also had to pee and this death stare match wasn't making it no easier. "Where you been all day?" He answered my question wit a damn question.

"I told you I was goin out. Nowhere special, just out." I explained about to pee my damn self. "I gotta pee, hold on." I scurried off to the bathroom, thinking I could use it in peace. "Just out, huh? Boy you startin to sound just like a nigga." He stood in the doorway shaking his head in amusement.

"I'm glad it's funny. Shit it must be hilarious since you do it to me all the time." I flushed and stood up to start the shower. "Nah, cut the shower off, we finna talk." He spoke, I kept on like I was deaf and didn't hear a word, beginning to strip out of my clothes. I wasn't in the mood for his bullshit, or his lectures.

"I know you just heard what I said?" His voice deepened. I smacked my lips, turning the shower off. "Talk about what?" I wrapped the towel around me. "Where you been? I been blowing yo shit up but you don't pick up. Why, cause you think shit a game?"

Oh but it was cool for him to not answer my calls, and play me like a game.

"Look at me when I talk!" He barked, causing me to jump and focus on him. His hazel eyes were a pitch black that I'd never seen the entire time we'd been together. "You saw me calling you. Yes or no?" He asked. "Yeah.." I mumbled under my breath. He was in daddy dom mode. And nothing set him on fire more than my not speaking when being spoken to.

"I think you forgot your manners. I think you forgot baby girl, where this all began." He shook his head in disappointment before snatching the towel from my naked body. "Where have you been?" He asked one last time. I shrugged. The damage was done then.

"Since you can't talk, you can kneel. Five minutes, starting now. I'll be back." Tears pricked my eyes as I kneeled on the plush carpet while watching him leave the room..

Ten minutes later my legs were tired and my knees burned something terrible. Yet, I still kneeled. Daddy renters the room, pleased to know that I remained where he left me.

"Come to me princess." He motioned while sitting on the king size bed. The submissive in me knew to remain on my knees, as I crawl over to him. "I can see in those big, beautiful eyes of yours, that you're hiding from me." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'm not, daddy." I lied. Of course I lied.

"I don't like being lied to, little one. You know that." He asserted while removing the belt from his jeans. I climbed onto the bed, leaving my ass in the air. A sound smack from the palm of his hand was the first thing I felt. "Somebody made you cum, and it wasn't me. So then, who?" The belt crashed against my skin and I jumped at the sting. Twelve lashes later I was a sobbing, yet defiant mess.

His breathing was labored as he dropped the belt and stepped out of his pants, then boxers before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Come fuck me." He growled. My tired body was now renewed as I crawled over to his hard, chocolate body. "Put that pussy on my dick, ride this muhfucka." I straddle his lap, reaching between my moist thighs to grab the shaft of his thick, enormous dick and proceed to slide my pussy down his pole like a fireman responding to a wildfire.

"Mmm shit that feel good." He threw his head backwards as I gained my rhythm, bucking my hips up and down on him. My own pleasure began to take over as I continued to bounce and grind on his dick while playing with my nipples. "How good daddy? Tell me, is this pussy still tight?" I cooed as I rose up on my tip toes, swirling my pussy on the head of his dick.

"Aww fuck! Shit it's tight, just how I left it." He rose up, grabbing my neck and applying pressure. Just the type of kink shit I love for him to do. "Yes daddy! Fuck me like I need it!" My nails raked across his chest as he pumped into me from beneath. In and out as my pussy stretched for him.

"Turn over, I'm finna wear this pussy out. You gon remember exactly who you belong to!" He slammed back into me no sooner than I made it to my hands and knees. The sound of his balls hitting my clit drove me insane with lust. "Daddy you're so fuckin deeep! Oh my god, oh my god!" My tiny frame took everything my man was laying down.

"I'm deep baby? You feel daddy dick?" He whispered in my ear as he palmed one breast and rubbed my pussy with the other hand. "Ooh I feel it! I feel your dick zaddyyy." I whined into the sheets as he continued to fuck my tight hole. I would probably never get used to his size, or the way he made me cum back to back to back.

Did I really wanna kick my nigga to the curb? Hell naw, not if the dick leaving too! We fucked for hours into the early morning, both falling asleep with him nestled inside me. I think I wanna have his baby.

Where y'all think Furious hid his car? 😂🤣 that nigga wild ain't he?

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