String Caught in a Cat's Claws

Chapter 24

Fuck You. *Daddy's your Donna*

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You had crawled into bed again, Donna just behind you. As you laid down, her hands hooked onto your hips and flipped you to face her. "You know. Now you can have a new nickname for me." Donna's voice was rough, planting kisses along your jaw. "What got you in a mood?" Donna giggled at your question as she removed your shirt. "Oh, nothing. I thought you'd like some real pleasure and not hallucinations," Donna purred, running kisses from your lips down to your chest. She focused on your breasts, licking and sucking on your left nipple while kneading your right breast.

As a breathless whine escaped your lips, Donna pinched your left nipple between her fingers as she focused her mouth on the right. Sufficiently licked, Donna moved down. She pulled your pants and undergarments off, sighing sweetly at the sight of your naked body. "You're so beautiful. I can't wait to see you writhe for me."

Donna got down between your legs, forcing them open and giving your slit a long slow lick. "You're so cruel," you whimpered, gasping as she exposed you to the cool air. "Oh I'm more than cruel, baby girl. I'm downright evil." Being pulled forward, your body tingled at her words. Her tongue worked efficiently, lapping up your arousal and toying with your clit. As her lips enclosed around your nub, Donna sucked and moved her tongue in a circle. Your hands found their way into her hair, a soft moan leaving you.

Donna refused to stop even as you fought back your moans from getting any louder. "Donna! Please!" You shivered, whimpering as Donna slowly pulled from you. She pressed a couple fingers into you, pumping slowly. "Who's your daddy?" She ordered, her thumb rolling your clit in a circle. "You are," you whined out quietly, gasping softly. "I said..." Donna pumped her fingers faster. "Who's your daddy!?" She barked out the question, feeling your clit throb against her thumb. "You are! You're my daddy!" You cried out, letting out a sob of pleasure. pressing a third finger into you, Donna felt you begin to writhe under her. "You're not allowed to cum yet. Don't you dare cum yet," Donna growled, placing her hand around your neck.

Donna's fingers worked expertly, your walls throbbing. "Please! Donna, please!" You sobbed out, her fingers pumping as fast as possible. "Please what?" Donna cooed, her hand sopping wet. You're so pathetic, I love you, Donna thought to herself. "Please, daddy, let me cum!" Those words made Donna smile. "Good girl. Cum for me." Like breaking a knot, your body writhed under Donna, walls clamping around her fingers as you struggled to keep from blacking out. Suddenly, you drifted into darkness.

It was only an hour later when you woke up. Donna was now out of the shower, drying her hair off as she came into the bedroom. "How long was I out?" You popped the question, seeing Donna grin. "Just an hour. You made a mess of the sheets, didn't know you could do that. You hid your face, warmth spreading all over. "I hope you can do it again soon."