Page 70 of Forever Mine

I hold my fingers up to her mouth.

"Suck."

Monica stares at me.

"Do what Daddy told you to do, baby."

Her mouth opens, and I slide my fingers along her tongue. Monica circles her tongue around my fingers before sucking. Then the little vixen moans.

"Gonna fuck you now,querida."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Are you clean?"

"What?"

"Monica. Are you clean? I want to fuck you bare, baby. I need you bare."

"Holy fuck, Gabriel. Yes, I'm clean. Please fuck me bare."

"Please, what?" I ask as I begin to remove my belt.

"Huh?" she asks, her brow furrowed.

"Please …" I trail off as I pull the belt from my pants. "Who?"

Her eyes narrow slightly as she recognizes what I'm asking.

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me bare."

"Good girl," I whisper as I grab her wrists and wrap my belt around them. "Good girls get rewarded,querida. Be a good fucking girl, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm your good fucking girl, Daddy."

"God dammit," I moan. "Yes, you are."

I unzip my pants and yank them down with my boxer briefs before kicking them off. I quickly remove my socks because I can't stand having sex with socks on. It sounds dumb, but it makes me think of old men.

I grab Monica and push her against the wall again.

"Arms up above your head. If you lower your arms, I stop. Understood?" I ask.

"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me," she whimpers as her legs come around my waist, and the tip of my cock feels the wet heat of her pussy.

"Jesus Christ," I mutter as I thrust forward in one movement, burying myself to the hilt.

"Fuck, yes, Daddy!" Monica screams. God, I wish I had a fucking camera on a tripod. This visual will be permanently embedded in my spank bank, and I'd have a massive print on our bedroom wall if I could. Monica in this sexy lingerie, still wearing her stilettos, my belt around her wrists, and her eyes closed in blissful pleasure. "So good, so good. Daddy, you're so fucking good, fuck me harder!"

The mouth on this one. Jesus.

I can feel her walls beginning to tremble as another orgasm closes in, and I hammer her harder. Black spots dot my vision as pressure begins to build in my spine.

"You don't come until I fucking say so," I snarl.

"Daddy, please! I can't hold off, please, Daddy!" she cries.

My thrusts quicken as my balls shrink up. My muscles tense and spasm in my legs as I feel the first rope of cum release.

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