She did.
And f**k, the sight….
Her lips were swollen. Her cheeks flushed. Her throat bruised. Her t**s swinging gently from the movement of her breath.
Her p***y?
Still dripping.
Still begging.
Still f*****g mine.
I shoved her knees wider. Spat between her legs again. Let it trail down over her ruined clit.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, “please…”
I grabbed my c**k.
Lined it up.
Pressed the tip against her slit.
Watched her flinch as it kissed the sore entrance.
“You’re gonna take it again,”
I growled.
“Because I’m not done. Not until you can’t walk. Not until your belly’s full of my c*m. Not until you forget every man but me.”
She sobbed.
Nodded.
And then I slammed inside.
Deep.
Ruthless.
Her whole body jolted.
Her scream echoed off the walls.
And the mirror?
It steamed up from her breath.
Her palms slapped the glass.
Her face contorted.
Her legs trembled.
But I held her hips tight.
And I f****d her.
Hard.
Slow.
Then hard again.
Please Daddy
Grinding into her so deep I could feel the outline of my c**k through her stomach.
Her reflection was everything.
The tears.
The mouth hanging open.
The moans.
The way her t**s bounced with every brutal thrust.
The way her cunt clung to me, desperate for more even when her voice cracked from overstimulation.
I watched it all.
Watched her fall apart again.
Watched her lose herself.
Watched her break.
And I smiled.
Because she was mine now.
My toy.
My kitten.
My filthy little masterpiece.
“Say it,”
I growled, one hand gripping her throat from behind as I f****d her into the mirror.
She gasped.
“Say who owns this pussy.”
“You,” she moaned.
“You, Daddy. Only you.”
“Louder.”
“YOU, DADDY-f**k-it’s yours-it’s all yours-I’m yours-“
And I lost it again.
Because hearing that?
Watching her reflection?
Feeling her cunt clamp down?
It shattered me.
I came again.
Harder.
Hotter.
Deeper.
Thick, endless ropes of c*m shot inside her, and I didn’t pull out.
Please Daddy
I buried it.
Held her there.
Pressed her face to the glass and whispered against her ear:
“You’ll never get away from me.”
She didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
Her mouth just opened in a silent moan.
Her body shook.
Her knees buckled.
And I held her up.
Because that’s what a good Daddy does.
She was shaking. f*****g dripping.
Legs useless. Chest heaving. Face plastered to the mirror like she was too far gone to even breathe unless ! let her.
My c*m was leaking out of her p***y again.
So much of it.
Milky. Thick. Warm.
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.