I groaned deep. Pressed my hips forward. Kept her there while every last drop emptied into her mouth.
“f**k,”
I breathed.
“Just like that. Swallow it all.”
She did.
She f*****g did.
I pulled out slow.
Her lips popped off my c**k with a wet slurp.
Her chin was soaked.
Her eyes wild.
Her tongue came out, licking the corner of her mouth like she didn’t want to waste a single drop.
And then.
She looked up at me.
Destroyed.
Dripping.
Mouth open.
And whispered:
“More?”
Please Daddy
Please Daddys
**Damon**
Her mouth was still open. c*m leaking from her tongue.
Her lips red and ruined. Her face a mess of tears, drool, and satisfaction.
And f**k, I just stood there.
Staring down at her like she was the goddamn altar I was about to sin on all over again.
My c**k twitched.
Still f*****g hard.
Still soaked in spit and slick and the heat of her ruined throat.
And the way she looked up at me..like I was God, Devil, and Daddy all in one..made every dirty f*****g instinct in me snarl to life again.
More?
She whispered it.
Like she didn’t just drink every drop of my c*m.
Like she didn’t just take my c**k to the base while her mascara melted down her cheeks.
Like she wanted to be broken.
My jaw clenched. My balls ached. My mind spun.
Because no matter how many times I f****d this girl… it was never enough.
Not when she looked like that.
Not when she asked for it.
Not when her body screamed use me, Daddy with every breathless f*****g moan.
I bent down.
Grabbed her face in one rough hand.
Smeared my thumb through the mess on her lips.
Forced it back into her mouth.
“Open wider,”
I growled.
She obeyed.
Mouth stretched. Tongue out. Face tilted up like a good little cockslut ready for her next lesson.
I spit into her mouth.
Watched the thick strand drop from my lips and hit her tongue with a wet smack.
III
Please Daddy
“Swallow.”
She did.
???????????
So f*****g eager.
So obedient.
So desperate to be used again.
I let go of her jaw and stood tall, towering over her on the floor like the predator I was.
Like the twisted older man who knew exactly what he was doing to this girl. Breaking her. Breeding her.
Brainwashing her with my c**k until she couldn’t even think unless I was inside her.
“Crawl,”
I ordered.
My voice dropped low.
“To the mirror.”
She turned, weak and shaking, her thighs still glossy with slick, her body trembling like her nerves were shot to hell.
But she obeyed.
Of course she did.
Because she loved it.
Loved being ruined by me. Owned by me. Turned into nothing but a needy little hole for my c**k.
She crawled across the floor, ass swaying, c*m trailing down her legs, hands fumbling on the marble like she could barely hold herself up.
My gaze locked on her cunt.
Still open.
Still red.
Still glistening with my seed.
I followed.
Slow.
Hungry.
My c**k bobbing in front of me, thick and veiny and aching for another taste of her body.
When she reached the mirror, I grabbed her hips.
Yanked her back against me.
Her hands hit the wall.
Her breath hitched.
And I leaned over her, so our reflections stared back at us.
“Look at yourself,”
I hissed.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.