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I come with a speechless frenzy, soiling Daddy’s cock with my juices as it runs down my butt. It’s an extraordinary feeling of being stretched, pried open, and so filled to close of bursting.

“Fuck, this ismylittle tight cunt.” Daddy mouths my neck, tracing his tongue over my racing pulse and bites down on the tender column of my neck to brand his marking on me so that anyone who sees me would know that I belong to Daddy, and they don’t have a chance with me.

I want more.

“Daddy, please, please,” I beg him, to show me mercy and justdosomething.

The corner of his lip twitches while his dark eyes rake over my flushed body, leaning back to his knees for more leverage to spread my thighs on the sheets. It lifts my butt higher, squelching sound is loud as Daddy has given me all of him.

“I-I took it all, Daddy,” I giggle drunkenly.

Praise me, praise me, I mentally beg.

He answers my prayer, “That’s my good girl, I never had doubts that you can’t. You are made for me; this cunt is made to take my cock like a little breeding whore—mine.”

I chew my bottom lip, innocently gazing up at his dirty mouth, but I’m so embarrassed that my pussy flutters at them.

“Yours, Daddy,” I agree with a happy grin before taking one hand from my waist to expand my fingers over his thick wrist to pull his arm up.

Adjusting it on my neck, I let him curl those deadly fingers around my delicate neck. The danger is there; he can easily squeeze and my neck would go one way, and he can cut my air off with one small grip.

“All Daddy’s,” I repeat.

“Yes, mine,” Daddy growls, plunging into me again.

I shake under Daddy’s solid frame, my fingers clutching at the rippling muscle of his arm as my arms can’t reach his waist. It’s another reminder of how vastly different we are.

“Beg, little girl,” Daddy purrs, snapping his hips furiously and roughly tugging on my sodden clit with my slits splitting apart at various stages of his long cock.

“Beg for me to make you cum, beg for me to breed your tight little cunt.”

Chapter Twelve

Leon

She’s too far gone to be that good little girl who answers immediately. A little whimper is my reply, her pussy squeezing around my swollen thickness.

It’s not good enough, I want to hear her sweet little mouth say those filthy things. I will wreck her in many ways, starting with her mouth—which I have already done, but it won’t hurt to do more.

I cut off her air with one firm grip, her coiling walls shudder and she claws at my hand. Her strength is no match to mine, I am far too superior in many ways. I let her breathe, it’s such an exhilarating feeling to have her scared eyes glossily peer at me after she just tried to milk my cock.

I give her credit, she almost did, but I am a king for a reason. I will not be the first to fall, she will come many times before I let go.

“Daddy, please don’t make me say it,” she whimpers, burying her face with the back of her hands.

She doesn’t notice the redness in her ears.

“You are my good little girl, aren’t you?” I smirk darkly when she peeks from behind her hands, tits bouncing with my slow thrusts.

“I am,” she confirms.

“Then listen to me,” I snarl, pummeling heavily into her cunt and she arches her back beautifully.

My pace quickens at her refusal to cooperate. If she doesn’t want to, then she leaves me no choice but to use whatever I have got to wring those words from her mouth.

The strategic part of my brain rings a cautionary bell, my body response to it as my back strains to fuck her into the sheets. Her unrestrained moans breaking and crying through fractured squeals, grasping every last of her sanity because I’m fucking her like a rag doll. My balls draw up tight, in preparation to cum and I wreck my mind to think of something else.

Fucking international documents, logistics reports, anything other than the heavenly silky pussy sucking my cock deeper as I go.

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