Page 13 of Daddy for Davina

His gaze locks onto mine, burning with an intensity that makes me tremble. For a moment, he hesitates, caught between the consuming desire that binds us together and his desire to protect me—to keep from going too far too soon. But I want this, every damn inch of him. Now.

"Please, Daddy," I pout. "Please."

With a groan, he gives in to his need, yanking me closer until my curvy bottom rests against his thighs. My legs splay around his hips, leaving me completely exposed to him. His cock presses against my wet pussy, and I can't help but whimper at the sensation.

"Fuck, baby girl," he breathes, bouncing his dick against my clit, his gaze transfixed on the sight. "You feel so fucking good."

As he slowly feeds his cock into me, inch by inch, he can't take his eyes off the sight. I can't take mine off him. His eyes darken with lust, his lips part as filthy words spill out in broken groans, driving me wild.

"God, this perfect pussy." His thighs tremble beneath me. "So fucking tight and wet and pink for Daddy, little girl." He rocks his hips, pushing in deeper. "Look at how you're taking me, Davina. Just fucking look at it." He groans like a man on the edge of desperation. "You're stretched around me like you can't possibly take another inch, but you will, won't you, little girl? You'll take every fucking inch Daddy gives you."

I tremble, caught in a tangle of pleasure and pain so intense it steals my breath.

"You own Daddy, baby girl," he rasps, writhing in his own torment, his eyes still locked on where we're joined. "Do you hear me? You own me."

"Daddy," I sob, coming all over his cock before he's even all the way in.

He growls, snapping his hips forward and tearing through my hymen while I'm mid-orgasm. I'm so lost in the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over me that the fleeting pain is barely noticeable. All I feel is him. Everywhere.

"Take it, little girl," he commands, his voice rough. He fucks me ruthlessly, driving into me as if he can't stop himself. He pinches and plays with my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. "Tell Daddy what you want, baby. Use your words."

"More," I gasp, my mind hazy with lust. "Please, give me more!"

"Good girl." Micah pounds into me, driving me toward the edge once again. He leans down, pinching my clit between his fingers.

"Fuck," he groans. "Look at you taking it like a good little girl."

I whimper, writhing in ecstasy.

"You're going to come on Daddy's cock again, aren't you?"

"Yes!" I gasp, already trembling right there on the edge.

"Good girl," he praises me, rolling my clit between his fingers. "Daddy's going to breed you when you do, baby girl. I'm coming in that tight little pussy and I'm not pulling out. You can't stop me."

His wicked words and the onslaught of sensation is too much at once. The combination sends me spiraling headlong into another powerful orgasm. I dig my nails into his thighs, babbling incoherently as it rips me apart.

"Please, Daddy!" I cry out, sobbing his name as he grunts, holding me down on his cock as he comes deep inside me. I feel every pulse of his cock, every hot spurt of cum releasing inside me.

And even though I'm well aware of the danger that comes with giving myself so completely to this man when he isn't mine to keep, I love every second of it. Every single second.

His powerful body collapses on top of mine, slick with sweat and panting for breath. He cradles me against him as if I'm something he doesn't intend on ever letting go, pressing adoring kisses to my face. Each tender touch makes my heart flutter.

"You did so good, baby girl," he praises, his deep voice husky and full of warmth. "You took Daddy so well."

I cling to him, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions—happiness, fear, and an overwhelming sense of longing. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, dripping in my hair.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whisper, my voice trembling. But deep within me, a cold realization settles—the man of my dreams, the daddy I've always yearned for, is someone I can't have.

"Are you alright, little one?" he asks, horror etching his voice when he catches sight of my tears. "Did I hurt you? Christ, baby, please tell me I didn't hurt you."

"I'm fine, Daddy," I lie, trying to bury the truth that threatens to spill from my lips. "You didn't hurt me. You were perfect. It's just…it was so intense."

His expression eases, understanding lighting his eyes. He strokes my hair, his fingers soothing as they brush through the blonde tangles. "Let it out, baby girl," he murmurs, as if he truly understands. "Daddy's right here."

As we lay entwined, I try to savor every moment with him. The way he holds me close, his spicy scent surrounding me like a comforting embrace, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in my ears.

But as I cling to him, my body still marked by his possession, his cum still sliding down my legs, I know that it's not enough. It's not nearly enough.

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