After the chaos of our scene, she grew quiet and small. She balled herself up in my arms and whispered “do you really think I am disgusting?”

I held her tightly and kissed her forehead and shook my head.

“I think you are wonderful and sweet and pretty and good. You are very good. You are perfect,” I said as she pulled on my arms to hold her tighter.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

We sat like that for a while. She straddled my leg as she sat on my lap and I rocked her a little. As I lifted her up and down a little, like playing horsy, her breath caught.

“And fucking disgusting. A disgusting little slut who can’t control herself. A slave to her wet greedy cunt’s endless needs,” I said, biting her ear and neck between words.

She whimpered and hid her face in my chest.

And her hips pumped as she rode my leg, her wetness slick on the thick muscles of my thigh.

A good Daddy can be very disgusted with a little slave and her wet, greedy cunt’s endless needs… since he knows there’ll be plenty of cuddle time after.