“Say what you are.”
“I’m-f**k-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 c**k brutal and thick and angry inside me like he owned every inch of my cunt.
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***? open?”
I was panting..
Locked And Loaded
Wrecked.
Eyes wide, mouth open, trembling..
But I nodded.
Frantically.
Desperately.
“Yes-yes-yes, please-I want it-I want it-breed me, Daddy-breed me again..”
I was sobbing beneath him, begging with my whole body, because I could already feel the pressure building at the base of his c**k; swelling thicker, stretching harder, like my p***y was about to get locked the f**k down again.
And then it happened.
The knot.
The f*****g knot.
It started pressing into me-slow but angry-so swollen it made my breath catch in my throat and my legs shake so hard my toes curled in the sheets.
I could feel it against my entrance, stretching me open, dragging along my already torn walls like my p***y wasn’t even ready. But it didn’t f*****g matter, because he was going to take it anyway.
I screamed.
Not a cute scream either. No, this was a full-body-shaking, throat-cracking, animal f*****g sound, as his c**k shoved forward deeper, pressing that knot into me with such brute force that my entire pelvis ached and my p***y fought to keep up.
“Daddy. Daddy, it’s too much,”
I sobbed into the pillow. My arms limp. My back arched. My whole body twitching as his hands grabbed my hips and held me steady like I was his personal little cumhole, and he was going to stuff me whether I could handle it or not.
“You can take it,” he growled into my ear; voice cracked, feral, proud. His breath hot against my neck as he slammed forward again.
“You’ll take Daddy’s knot like the good little b***h you are.”
And then, with one brutal push, it popped in.
I gasped.
I screamed again.
My whole world exploded.
My cunt convulsed so violently it nearly knocked the air out of me, as that massive knot locked into place deep inside my walls, dragging a fresh gush of slick out of me and soaking his c**k, my thighs, the sheets- everything.
I came.
Hard.
So hard I squirted again, juice shooting from my p***y like a fountain as my vision went white and my toes curled and my tongue lolled out of my mouth, like I couldn’t even pretend to be human anymore.
III
Locked And Loaded
I was a mess.
A panting, sobbing, whimpering fucktoy, pinned to the bed by Daddy’s c**k and his knot and his weight-and I loved it. I f*****g loved it.
He held me there. Ground his hips forward. Once. Twice. Just to shove that knot deeper.
And I could feel every inch pulsing, stretching my walls tighter, while my p***y clamped down like it never wanted to let go.
“You feel that?” he groaned, voice low and dark and dripping with possession.
“Feel how full you are, baby?
Daddy’s not done with you yet.”
And then he started to c*m.
Hot.
Thick.
Like a goddamn volcano erupting inside my womb. I could feel every pump flood me, every pulse of his c**k send another stream of hot seed crashing into my insides.
And there was nowhere for it to go-it was trapped by the knot, locked in, held down, stuffing my body until I could feel it bubbling up inside me.
It hurt.
It stretched.
It filled me so much I couldn’t think.
But my p***y took it.
She f*****g drank it like it was the last thing she’d ever be fed, and I sobbed into the sheets because it was so much. I could feel his c*m leaking around the base of his c**k, soaking my thighs, dripping out thick and warm and endless.
My stomach ached with how full I was.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t move.
Couldn’t stop clenching.
“Daddy,”
I whimpered, voice barely audible.
“I’m so full. I can’t-I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes you can,” he growled, biting my neck. His fangs dragging over the raw, swollen mark he left last night.
You’re made to take it. This p***y belongs to me now, doesn’t it, baby?”
I nodded furiously, my face still buried in the sheets, tears mixing with drool as he f****d another pulse of c*m inside me.
“It’s yours,”
I gasped.
“It’s all yours, Daddy. My p***y. My throat. My womb. It’s all yours.”
And he groaned like that pushed him over the edge again.
He thrust forward again, grinding that knot in just a little deeper. His c**k throbbing. His chest heaving. against my back while I trembled and shook and leaked around him like my body didn’t know how to function
Locked And Loaded without him inside me.
A Ports
He collapsed on top of me. Breathing hard. Arms wrapped around my waist. Mouth kissing the side of my face while I blinked through the blur of exhaustion and aftershocks.
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.