I moved again.
Rolled my hips.
Made her feel every inch.
Every ridge.
Every swollen vein pulsing inside her.
“You feel how deep I am, sweetheart?”
I growled, dragging my hand up her back, up to her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed like the little toy she was.
“You feel how your body clenches around me? Like it knows. Like it doesn’t ever want to let me go?”
She whimpered.
And f**k, it made me twitch inside her.
That little sound. That wrecked little noise that told me she was too far gone to fake anything.
“Your p***y’s crying for me,”
I groaned, pulling out just enough to make her feel the loss before slamming back in hard enough to shake the mattress.
“It’s leaking, twitching, begging like a slut who doesn’t even care
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Her moan cracked.
She tried to crawl away.
Instinct, maybe.
But I grabbed her waist. Dragged her back. att #
“No,”
I growled.
“You don’t run from this. You asked for this. You begged for it when you opened those pretty thighs for me. When you looked up at me with c*m on your chin and tears in your lashes and told me you were mine.”
I gritted my teeth.
Thrust deeper.
Harder.
“You don’t get to play innocent now,”
I hissed.
“Not when I’ve been inside your throat. Not when I’ve painted your womb twice and watched it drip back out while you whimpered and begged for more.”
She sobbed beneath me.
But not from pain.
Her cunt was soaked.
Overflowing.
Milking me with every stroke like her body wanted the punishment.
Like it didn’t know how to feel anything else now.
“You don’t even know how dangerous this is, do you?”
I whispered.
“You’re a baby. Eighteen. Fresh. And I’m old enough to be your f*****g father.”
I bent over her back.
Bit her shoulder.
Dragged my teeth down her spine.
“You think any boy your age can f**k you like this? You think he knows how to stretch your p***y so wide you’ll be ruined for anyone else? You think he’s ever seen a girl cry because she liked the way it hurt?”
I reached around, grabbed her tit.
Squeezed.
Twisted.
Made her moan louder, made her back arch again like she needed it.
“You’re not gonna marry some college boy, baby,”
I whispered.
“You’re not gonna fall in love with somer who takes you out on dinner dates and gives you flowers and asks for permission to touch you.”
I moved again.
Ground my c**k in circles inside her swollen cunt.
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Watched her toes curl.
Watched her arms shake.
“No,”
I growled.
“You’re gonna stay right here. With me. In my bed. On my c**k. For the rest of your life.”
I reached up and grabbed her jaw, twisted her head to face me.
“You’re gonna cook my breakfast with my c*m still dripping down your legs. You’re gonna sit at my table with my bite marks on your t**s. You’re gonna walk through this house, aching and stretched and full of me, and you’re gonna thank me for it.”
Tears rolled down her face.
But her p***y clenched tighter.
“Yeah,”
I whispered, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip.
“You like the way that sounds, don’t you? You like when I talk to you like this. When I use you. When I f**k you while you sleep. When I make you wake up with my c**k already inside you.”
She nodded.
Frantic.
Desperate.
And I kissed her.
Dark.
Deep.
Wet.
The kind of kiss that claimed her all over again.
Then I let her go.
Pinned her wrists.
And started to f**k her again.
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“Come for me,”
I growled against her neck.
“Soak me, slut. Show me how much you like being used.”
“s**t,”
I whispered, pulling out and flipping her over with one rough tug.
“I can feel it building in you again. Your body’s begging for it.”
She moaned when her back hit the bed.
“Look at that mess,”
I groaned.
“Look at this f*****g p***y, baby. Look what I did to it. You’re wrecked. Ruined. You’ll never walk into a room again without feeling me dripping down your thighs.”
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.