I grunted.
My hand wrapped around her throat from behind. Not tight. Just there.
Just enough for her to feel it.
“Shh,”
I whispered into her ear.
“Don’t talk. Just feel me.”
She squirmed.
I tightened my grip.
She moaned.
Her p***y clenched.
And f**k, I lost it.
“You know how f*****g dangerous this is?”
I whispered, grinding into her slow.
“You’re 18. Barely legal. And I’m thirty-eight years old with a c**k inside you before the sun’s even up.”
She whimpered.
I pulled out an inch.
Then slammed back in.
Hard.
She jolted in my arms. Her legs kicked.
But she didn’t pull away.
She never did.
“Do you know what that means, baby?”
I hissed, dragging my lips down her neck.
“It means you’re ruined. It means you’ll never be able to f**k anyone else again without thinking of how I made you bleed. How I made you scream.”
Another thrust.
Slow.
Deep.
Her moan cracked.
And I smiled.
Because I knew she loved it.
I could feel how wet she was.
I could feel her clenching around me like she wanted to come again already.
“You think some college boy’s ever gonna f**k you like this?”
I growled, f*****g her harder now, one hand gripping her tit, the other around her throat.
“You think he’s gonna choke you while he fills your cunt with his c*m every night and calls you Daddy’s little w***e?”
“N-no-Daddy-f**k-I can’t..”
“You can,”
I snarled.
“And you will. You’ll take this c**k every f*****g morning before you eat. Before you brush your teeth. Before you even say good morning. You’ll wake up with me inside you until you don’t remember what it feels like to be empty.”
She cried out.
Her back arched.
I rolled her n****e between my fingers and slammed into her harder.
Flesh slapped flesh.
The bed rocked.
Her moans turned into sobs.
And I couldn’t stop.
I wouldn’t.
“You wanna come?”
I breathed against her ear.
“You wanna cream all over my c**k again, you filthy little cumdump?”
“Y-yes-yes, please, Daddy, please-“
“Then beg.”
“Please-I’ll be good-I’ll do anything-please don’t stop-please come inside-I want it-I need it..”
That did it.
I lost control.
I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Rolled her onto her stomach.
And f****d her into the mattress.
The headboard slammed the wall.
Her screams tore through the room.
My balls slapped her soaked, messy cunt with every thrust.
“You feel that, baby?”
My voice came out low. Coarse. Close to breaking.
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I was so deep inside her I could barely breathe.
So deep I swear her p***y was trying to drag my soul out through my c**k.
I didn’t wait for her to answer.
I didn’t need her to.
Her body said everything.
She was trembling.
Arched.
Her back bowed in surrender.
Legs shaking.
Face slack with shock, lips parted in a moan she was too wrecked to finish.
I gripped her hips tighter, dragged her closer until our skin kissed.
Until her ass was flush against my hips and her p***y sucked every last inch of me in.
“That’s not just d**k,”
I whispered, voice hot against her ear as I rocked into her slow and heavy.
“That’s ownership. That’s thirty-eight years of hunger buried in a tight, eighteen-year-old cunt that was made to be mine.”
She gasped.
And I smiled.
Because she wasn’t ready.
Not for me.
Not for this.
Not for the way a real man f***s.
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.