Page 27 of Stalked By the Cornerback

“Goddamn it.” His teeth mashed together, making his beautiful jaw even more prominent. “Don’t you worry. Daddy’s going to take care of you,” he promised.

That’s when I felt him. He lined the thick crown of his cock up with my entrance, and my heart started to pound. “Relax,pretty girl. I promise it’s going to feel good. I’m gonna make you feel really fucking good.” He pushed inside, and I gasped. The intrusion of his thick dick had tears forming on the edges of my eyes, but I forced myself to relax. To keep taking him. There was a slight pinch of pain, but for the most part, he felt good inside me.

Inch by inch, he left me feeling complete. Once he gave me every part of him, he held his body over mine, his arms trembling. My pussy clenched around his length, and I could see the sweat start to form at his temples.

“Shortcake, please tell me I didn’t hurt you. You feel incredible.”

“You didn’t.” And it was the truth. I moved a little, and his nose flared. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. “Daddy,” I whined. He made a deep sound that made me slicker. The back of my head pressed against my pillow. “I need you to move. Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I trusted him completely.

“My baby believes that, doesn’t she?” he panted. I watched a drop of seat roll down, and all I wanted to do was lick it off. What was it about him? “She believes in her daddy?”

“Yes.”

“You trust me, don’t you?” Something was happening, but I was too overwhelmed by the feel of him. Not just inside me but all around me. Like everything that surrounded me was Daddy and only Daddy. And I freaking loved it.

I loved him.

I didn’t know how it was possible to fall like this, but I had.

“You know I do. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I answered completely honestly, probably stupid to let him see every corner of my soul the way I was, but I couldn’t do anything less. Something worked behind his eyes, something I didn’t get, butwhen his lips pressed to mine, and his hips started to work back and forth, I knew it was bigger. Dylan Maccabee wasn’t just fucking me. He was making love to me.

Slowly.

Taking his time. His thick length would pull out until only the tip was inside before pushing back completely.

“Daddy!” I moaned. Dylan whispered beautiful words against my lips while he kissed me. Telling me how beautiful I was. How I was his. How he would never let me go.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his lips against mine, our breaths combined. “I’m too damn close,” he warned. I smiled. I loved that I could get a big, beautiful man like Dylan that close to the edge so quickly.

“Me too,” I admitted, meeting him thrust for thrust. “More. Please,” I whined, shamelessly begging. “Daddy, don’t stop, please.”

“Fucking hell,” he growled, licking the side of my face, and I smiled. Loving the way his tongue felt on my skin, loving his mark on me. “You’re all mine, shortcake. All mine. No one, not ever, will know what this pretty, little pussy feels like.”

“Oh god!”

“Not god. Daddy,” he corrected. “Mattie daddy’s going to make you feel good.”

“Please, Daddy.”

“Greedy little kitty you have, shortcake. Fuck, I could die here. I don’t think I will ever get enough of this little pussy.”

“Yes!” I gasped.

“I’m going to fill this pussy once, twice, three times a day, and it still won’t be enough, will it?”

“Daddy!”

“Going to breed you, Mattie. Going to fill you with daddy’s baby batter and get you nice and round,” he promised, and my pussy had a mind of its own. It tightened, clenching around him.He hissed. “Your little cunt likes the sound of that. Knocking you up, making sure everyone knows you’re mine, that I put my baby in you.”

His dirty words were crazy. They should have had me pushing him off me, but for some reason, they were crazy hot. I held on to him, and before I knew it, I felt it. The first wave of my orgasm slammed through me while our hooded gazes connected.

“Daddy! Dylan!” I squeaked, then I lost sight of him.

His head fell forward, but his hips never stopped. Plowing back and forth, his thrusts became erratic, pounding into me in an almost punching way.

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