Sliding down her thighs in sticky trails and soaking the floor beneath her.
And I just stood there, c**k still hard, hands on her hips, watching her reflection twitch with every pulse of overstimulation that rocked through her little body.
I should’ve stopped.
Should’ve pulled out. Cleaned her up. Tucked her in.
But I didn’t.
Because she looked too f*****g beautiful like this.
Ruined.
Marked.
Full.
Mine.
“f**k,”
I growled under my breath, brushing a hand down her spine.
“Look at you. Look at what I’ve done to you, baby.”
Her lips quivered in the mirror.
Please Daddy
Her fingers shook as they smeared against the glass, trying to hold herself up.
And her p***y?
Still f*****g gaping.
Still oozing with my c*m like she’d been bred.
I leaned closer. Pressed my mouth to her ear.
“You were a virgin three days ago,”
I whispered, dragging my fingers through the mess between her legs.”
Now look at you. A cumdump. A cockslut. A sweet little hole I can fill whenever I want.”
She whimpered.
Her thighs clenched.
And I laughed darkly.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? You like being used. You like crawling. Begging. Letting Daddy f**k the innocence out of you until your p***y’s too stretched to even close again.”
I slid two fingers into her from behind.
Just to feel how warm it still was.
How soft.
How soaked.
“Jesus Christ,”
I groaned.
“You’re dripping, baby. Can’t even keep my c*m inside. That tight little cunt’s so full it’s pushing me out.”
Her moan cracked.
She collapsed fully against the mirror.
And I knew it was time.
Not to stop.
But to change locations.
Because I wasn’t f*****g done.
Not even close.
I scooped her up.
Arms limp.
Face flushed.
Hair stuck to her cheek and shoulders.
She looked like she’d just survived a hurricane and still wanted to go back in the water.
Perfect.
I carried her to the bathroom,
Big marble tub. Black tiles. Candles still burning from earlier.
Please Daddy
The kind of place that wasn’t built for relaxation.
It was built for sin.
I set her down on the edge.
Turned on the tap.
Hot water roared to life, steam curling into the air like the room itself knew what was about to happen.
She blinked up at me, dazed.
“D-Daddy…”
I knelt.
Spread her thighs again.
And stared.
God.
Her p***y was leaking.
Every inch of her was glistening with s*x. My c*m. Her slick. Sweat. Saliva.
I grabbed her hips. Pulled her forward. And buried my mouth in it.
Her scream tore through the bathroom as I licked everything.
All of it.
The mess. The salt. The cream. The shame.
My tongue dove into her p***y like I was starving.
I sucked her clit until her legs kicked against the marble and she begged me to stop.
I didn’t.
I pressed her thighs apart with my shoulders and f*****g devoured her.
Over and over and over again.
???
“You taste like sin,”
I growled against her cunt.
“You taste like innocence ruined. Like every dirty thought I’ve ever had wrapped in a trembling little body that can’t stop begging to be used.”
She screamed.
Came again.
Soaking my face.
Her juices dripped down my chin.
And I licked them off.
Slow.
Possessive.
Like I was drinking from a f*****g chalice.
Then I stood.
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.