She pulsed around him like she was hugging him, dragging him back in every time he tried to pull out.
“I can feel you clenching,” he groaned, hips smacking hard, sweat dripping onto my back as he moved over me like a beast.
“You gonna c*m already? Huh? You that f*****g desperate for me?”
I nodded.
Frantically.
Sobbing against the sheets.
“Y-yes..please..don’t stop..don’t ever stop..fuck me..break me..”
He grabbed my wrists.
Yanked them behind my back.
And held them there.
Just one big f*****g hand pinning both wrists like I was nothing, like I was his personal little fuckdoll and this was his duty.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“Say what you are.”
“I’m..fuck..I’m yours,”
I gasped, my voice barely more than a wrecked, broken whimper.
“Your slut. Your b***h.
Your tight little cumdump. Anything you want. Just..don’t stop..Daddy, please-“
He lost it.
He snapped.
His c**k slammed in so deep I saw black. My legs shook violently. My p***y convulsed around him, gushing, soaking his c**k, the sheets, my thighs, everything.
I came.
So f*****g hard I screamed.
And he didn’t stop.
He f****d me through it, still gripping my wrists, his e**k brutal and thick and angry inside me like he owned every inch of my cunt.
III
Morning Seduction
And he did.
Because I wasn’t just wet anymore..
I was his.
Every hole.
Every sound.
Every bruise.
Every drop of blood on the sheets and c*m dripping from my thighs-his.
“Gonna fill you again,” he snarled into my ear, tongue dragging over my sweat-soaked skin.
“You gonna take Daddy’s knot like a good little b***h this time? Or you gonna scream again while it stretches that tight p***y open?”
I was panting.
Wrecked.
Eyes wide, mouth open, trembling.
But I nodded.
“Loud little slut.”
That’s what he growled.
Right into my ear.
Right before his c**k slammed so deep inside me I nearly bit the damn pillow.
My whole body jerked.
Looked And Loaded
My eyes rolled back so hard I saw nothing but stars and white.
The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room like thunder. His hand was tight in my hair, yanking my head back, my neck arched, drool already leaking from the corner of my mouth as he used my body like it was his f*****g toy.
“You like waking me up like that?” he hissed, slamming in again, deeper this time, like he was trying to split me in half.
“With your filthy little mouth wrapped around my c**k?”
“Y-yes,”
I sobbed, back arching, hands clawing at the sheets that were already soaked in blood and c*m and whatever shame I used to have.
“I just-I needed it-I needed you again, Daddy-“
My voice cracked because his c**k hit that spot.
That spot.
That stupid little bundle of nerves deep inside me that turned my brain to mush and made my thighs shake uncontrollably.
******g hell,” he growled, his grip on my hip bruising, his thrusts so rough I was sliding up the bed with every one.
“You’re soaked. You’re f*****g dripping.”
“I know-I know-f**k-I woke up like that-I tried to stop thinking about you but-f**k-I couldn’t-“
I was babbling.
Crying.
Whimpering.
Because my p***y was soaking his c**k. Every time he pulled back, I could hear it. That filthy little squelch like my body didn’t want to let him go. Like my cunt had already decided he was the only thing it would ever take again.
“You ruined me,”
I choked out, sobbing into the pillow as he bent over my back, teeth dragging down my spine.
“You f*****g ruined me, Daddy.”
He didn’t stop.
His c**k drove into me with brutal rhythm, every thrust shoving the air out of my lungs.
“I meant to,” he snarled, tongue licking my shoulder before he sank his teeth into the spot just below my bite mark.
“You think I’d let you walk around with this tight little p***y and not make it mine? You think I’d let anyone else touch what belongs to me?”
I screamed.
I wasn’t even moaning anymore-I was full-on sobbing, choking on every sound because the stretch was so deep, so f*****g brutal, like he was f*****g my soul.
And my p***y loved it.
She loved it.
She pulsed around him like she was hugging him, dragging him back in every time he tried to pull out.
* can feel you clenching, he groaned, hips smacking hard, sweat dripping onto my back as he moved over me like a beast.
“You gonna c’m already? Huh? You that f*****g desperate for me?”
I nodded.
Frantically.
Sobbing against the sheets.
Y-yes-please-don’t stop-don’t ever stop-f**k me-break me-“
He grabbed my wrists.
Yanked them behind my back.
And held them there.
Just one big f*****g hand pinning both wrists like I was nothing, like I was his personal little fuckdoll and this was his duty.
“Say it again,” he growled.
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.