Page 93 of Collateral Damage

“I'm all yours!-”

She's near on about to break already and this control I have over her body has me nearly cumming in my boxers. I curl into her cunt as I take my dominant hand and rub it against her dripping hole, teasing her entrance, pushing it in slightly to let more run down my digit before smirking against her pretty pussy. I run my fingers between the crease of her ass, wetting it as I massage her other hole feeling her jolt as she gasps in shock. I can feel her wanting to stop as she glares down at me with warning in her eyes but her hips keep moving as my thumb eases in and out of her pussy effortlessly, curling my middle and ring finger in circles against her tight little hole before pushing one in slightly.

“Hay-den-” She hates to admit it feels good but I can feel how much she secretly enjoys it through my tongue. She cannot hide her pleasure from me. It’s all fucking mine. Like all of her will be mine, even her perky little ass. She tries to pull away, met with a smack against her tits causing her to sit back down on my mouth, pushing my fingers deep in both holes and she’s quivering.So, fucking perfect, so mine.

“You’re all mine. Remember?” I murmur against her clit, reminding her that she wanted me to claim her, make her mineand she is as she takes me so well, riding me harder letting me dig deeper. “Cum on my tonguebaby. I'm thirsty.”

My other thumb circles her breast, teasing her rose bud as she jolts into my chin, chasing that high on the tip of my tongue like cocaine. Addictive and dangerous, quivering for release as she trembles against my mouth, so flustered her hand finds my hair, gripping it so tightly my entire body tenses, refraining from ripping her off me and pounding her tight ass into the bed.

“That’s it, let gobaby, such a slut for my tongue.” My broken words between her slit only push her to cum for me and perfect doesn't even begin to describe the view as she cups my face vigorously, crying out for me as her perky little tit brushes up against the palm of my hand, fisting the bed frame so tightly she might actually break it.

“Ye-s Yes! Yes! Fu-ck!” She slows her pace as her soul leaves her body. I clamp her in place so she can't move to intensify her orgasm as I ravish her clit with my piercings, fighting against her resistance as she tries to push off my face, whining like an injured puppy as half my tongue lashes against her clit and the other runs the soft velvet to her throbbing hole that's currently inhabited by my finger she won’t let go of as I feel her contract.

“It's too much! Please! Hayden please!” She sounds so God damn pretty when she is begging. I grip her ass and pull myself back between her legs before flipping her over, making her taste herself on my tongue, grinding against her weeping pussy as she soaks the thigh of my jeans, hiccupping into my mouth as I push against her sensitive flower.

“Shit-” I slip out a moan, fighting everything in me not to plunge myself back inside her but she's heaving, trying to catch her breath and due for some heavy sugar overload. My little princess needs a breather and we both need a clean-up.

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Play - ‘In Your Arms - Sombr’

My fingers find her in the ridiculous amount of bubbles she's put in this bath, her stomach full of food she definitely shouldn't be eating but she does this adorable little happy dance that makes it hard to resist. I'm not exactly the romantic bath type but it's as romantic as it's gonna get. She is lying against my chest completely content, her wet strands of overgrown hair swimming over her curves and I realise just how much her hair has grown, it's almost twice the length now.More to pull on.

I fiddle with her fingers as my other hand traces her skin under the water and she grabs my wrist softly, staring at my hand, swallowing my pride I expect her to ask me about my burns.

“Do they hurt?” Her fingertips trace the patterns in my skin, following the thick art dancing against my battered shell.

“No. But for you, maybe.” I think she would well and truly cry if she got a tattoo. She’s far too baby for that.

“How did you stay so sane? In prison, I mean.” Her question catches me off guard, playing with her wet strands against my fingers as I raise a brow, whispering into her hair.

“You think I’m sane?”I am far from sane, and I don’t know whether I enjoy the fact that I’m not, or if I live for the way I’m slightly crazy.A lot crazy.

“I think you’re damaged but fixable. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.” I smile into her wet mane, finding an ugly beauty in the way she perceives the person that I am.

“Because there is no one like meBaby,”I growl into her neck before pausing and pulling back, mocking her slightly with my next words. “Plus the fact, you’ve barely met anyone else.”

Logistically, there is so much I do not know about her besides what she’s told me and the bits and pieces I put together whengoing through her things but it doesn't take a person with two brain cells to realise that she has never really had true friends, nor has she had a partner or intimacy.

“Hey!-” She whines, tapping me gently on the forearm making the water splash onto the tiled floor as she giggles into its echo and I wish I could tape it and listen to it over and over again.“What does that say?”

My lip tugs, finding the irony in her innocent question as she grabs for my hand trying to decipher what it says on the back of my fingers, patiently waiting for her to figure it out as she plays with them between her own, tracing the ink in my skin.

“Go onPuppet, you tell me. What does it say?” She looks harder, scrunching her face until the penny drops, dropping her mouth in confusion.

“Say it.”

She peers up at me, nervous to say the word, understandably so. But my baby girl needs to learn, it's just me now.

“Daddy…” She mumbles, chewing on her finger and I can see the uncertainty in her beady eyes.

“Good girl, now remember that when you call out my name.” She pushes my hand away playfully, rolling her face away from me.

“I'm not calling you that.”Oh she will.

“You won't have a choice. You've said it now.Puppet. I want it bleeding from your mouth.” She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms like a stroppy toddler and I can’t help but hold back a laugh as I suck my lips together.

“Why do you even have that anyway?”Oh wouldn't she like to know.

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