Page 133 of Deadly Wrath

She screams, a broken, strangled noise vibrating against my cock while the vibrations rip through her, her pussy and ass being fucked hard while I own her throat.

It only makes me thrust faster and deeper, forcing her to take it, fucking her mouth hard. Drool pours down her chin,her face is a sloppy mess, and her throat tightens around me.

“You begged for this, baby. Now fucking take it.”

She moans around me, and her body starts convulsing. I tighten my grip in her hair, fucking her mouth through it, forcing her to take it.

“You don’t fucking come unless I say.”

She whines, her hands gripping my thighs like she can’t fucking breathe, like she’s coming apart so fast she’s barely holding on. I pull out for just a second, watching her gasp for air, spit stringing between us and dripping from her lips.

“You ready to come,Sirena?”

She nods frantically, her legs shaking and her pussy and ass clamping tight around the toys.

“Then fucking come.” I slam my cock back down her throat just as I crank the vibrations up to the max. She screams around me, her body shuddering as her orgasm rips through her so fast and hard that she nearly collapses.

I groan deep, slamming into her mouth one last time, holding her down as I spill every fucking drop down her throat. She swallows like the good fucking girl she is.

By the time I let her go, she collapses, her body twitching and shaking, completely fucking spent.

I grab her chin, tilting her face up to mine. I smirk, dragging my come-covered cock over her lips, smearingher spit and my release across her skin. “Is it everything you thought it would be?”

“So much better,” she pants. Liv’s still shaking; I know she’ll feel this for days.

After my one-man show has Liv a wrecked, trembling mess, I clean her up and move us to our room for a much-needed nap.

Now, it’s later in the evening, and we’ve ordered takeout for dinner. I bring the food upstairs since Liv’s still sore from earlier, not that I have an ounce of guilt about that.

When I get upstairs, she’s in the bathroom, so I start setting up, laying a blanket over the bed, and spreading out the food.

Liv requested pizza, pasta, and extra garlic bread because she thinks I won’t kiss her, even after she loads up on enough garlic to kill a vampire.

Once everything is set up, I go to knock on the bathroom door, just as she steps out.

And she’s holding a white gift box, with awhite bow neatly tied on top.

I eye it, frowning. “Who’s that for?”

Her fingers tighten around the edges, like she’s suddenly nervous. “It’s for you, actually. Well, both of us, but this is for you.”

She’s rambling. Liv doesn’t ramble.

I drop onto the edge of the bed, avoiding the food I just set up, and nod at the box. “Alright,Sirena. Let’s see what’s inside.”

She bites her lip, watching me as I flip the top open and push aside the tissue paper.

A white envelope sits on top, but I move past it, reaching for whatever’s underneath and pulling out a striped onesie.

My brain blanks.

The tiny little outfit is black and white, like a fucking prison jumpsuit. I stare at it, confused as fuck, then flip open the card.

Warden,

I’m doing nine months on the inside.

When I get out, can I call you Daddy?

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