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Filthy, humiliating words that sent her flying. Pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known crashed over her, dragging a scream from her throat as he slammed into her again and again, his cock scraping along the sensitive inner walls of her bottom hole.

“Again, Taylor.”

“I can’t, Daddy, I can’t.”

“You can, baby. Because you’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you? Don’t you want to be a good girl for Daddy?”

Driven by the need to please him as well as the pleasure already coiling again in her core, she sobbed as she stroked her aching clit again. It was harder to force herself to do so than it was to simply lie back and take whatever her Daddy wanted to give her, but she did it. And soon pain melted into pleasure and she was screaming for him again as another mind-melting orgasm flooded her.

With one final thrust, Daddy buried himself inside her, hot jets of cum filling her in places she’d never thought she would be filled. It was more humiliation, knowing he’d come inside her like this, knowing his cum was somewhere it didn’t actually belong. But there was a note of pride there, too, as they collapsed on the bed in a sweaty tangle of limbs.

She’d taken everything he gave her. Because she was his good girl.

Pulling her into his arms, Ian pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That was…”

“Incredible? Mind-blowing? Better than you ever imagined?”

“All of that,” he said with a laugh.

His expression turned serious as he placed a finger under her chin, nudging her head back gently. “I love you, Taylor Dawson. Thank you for trusting me to be your Daddy. For trusting me with… all of this.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Ian. You give me more than I’d ever dared to hope for.”

She wasn’t sure, but she would have sworn she saw tears in his eyes as he leaned in to capture her lips in a slow, tender kiss that had her heart rolling in her chest.

“Merry Christmas, Tayter Tot.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

The End

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