Rough Sex on the Bed

Wrapped in cotton sheets, I lay,
Mindlessly scrolling my troubles away.
Earbuds in, music in my ears,
Unaware of his presence drawing near.

Hot breath tickles against my neck,
Suddenly, his touch I detect.
Strong hands press into the bed,
Weight shifting as he hovers overhead.

A hardness presses into my backside,
Surprise silences me, eyes wide.
Earbuds ripped out, phone tossed aside,
Nails tracing paths up my thighs.

Words get caught on my trembling lips,
As my face into the pillow he grips.
"Don't speak," he growls with a commanding tone,
Sending shivers through me, leaving me prone.

Fabric tears, my thighs are spread,
His touch ignites desires deep within my head.
Princess parts touched, tender and sore,
Our playtime becoming more and more.

I plead, "No, Daddy, please stop,"
But his slap lands, silence my pleas with a sharp pop.
The sound of his belt, pants undone,
His presence consuming every thought, every run.

A warm tip teases my sensitive place,
I whine in discomfort, seeking space.
But he holds me down, firm and strong,
Stuffing my panty in my mouth, urging me to play along.

His cock slips inside, fitting just right,
A perfect match, day and night.
His grip on my neck, a forceful claim,
His desires, my body, all in this twisted game.

Pounding relentlessly, he claims his doll,
My head pushed down into the call.
The sheets, my anchor, as I tightly grip,
Resistance futile, surrendering bit by bit.

Throbbing and twitching, he nears the peak,
I squeeze around him, causing him to seek,
A release inside, flooding me whole,
As I squeal and whine, trying to control.

He keeps himself in, holding me tight,
Whispering promises, filling me with delight.
With a smirk, he pulls my panty out of my mouth,
As his warm cum oozes, without a care.