Page 186 of Malicious Claim

Not now, not yet.

I crouched behind her, brushing my fingers against the soaked panties. She was already dripping.

"Look at this," I murmured. "So wet just from being told what to do. You were made for this."

"Maybe. Probably."

I grabbed the thong and ripped it apart, shoving two fingers into her without warning. She cried out. Her back arched even more. Beautiful. I twisted my fingers, digging deeper as if searching for a priceless jewel. She moaned incomprehensible nonsense.

"Use your words."

"Makros—"

"No. Not my name. Your title for me."

"Daddy," she choked.

"Better."

I pulled my fingers out and delivered one harsh slap to her ass. The sound cracked across the room mingling with her scream.

I loosened my belt and zip to free my monstrous cock. Nobody made it harder than she did.

But I didn't fuck her.

Not yet.

I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, pulling her up. I brought my cock down to her lips and her mouth snapped open eagerly. Rather than feed her my cock immediately, I smacked her lips with it and rubbed, teasing. Slowly, I let her have a taste but only the tip.

"Yeah, kiss my cock. Don't suck it, just kiss it."

A moan escaped my lips and without further hesitation I fed her my cock inch by inch. She gagged on it hungrily. Her mouth was full but I knew she could take it all.

"Wider," I said, grunting with pleasure. "You'll take all of me. You will."

And she did. Her mouth was mine. Her throat, mine. I used her like the good little toy she was, deep, hard, relentless. Her head bobbed down my length, sucking, saliva drooling down my cock. My climax was building up. I felt my dick pulsing nearing an explosion and I grunted, grabbing her head and leaning more into her mouth. I didn't pull out when I came.

"Swallow it."

She did. When I pulled out my cock I was still hard and it was glistening with saliva and cum.

I slapped her cheeks one after the other and then kissed her, deep and hungry, marking her with it.

She was still splayed open, her legs held apart by the bar, breath ragged.

I moved behind her, cupping her hips. I kissed her inner thigh. She smelt so good down there. It was a strong invitationto taste her again. She moaned pleasurably as my tongue licked the soft flesh of her puss. I grazed and sucked it, closing my eyes and her moans filled my ears like music to me. I licked deeper, tongue working her until her body writhed. She pushed against my mouth, hungry, greedy.

When she started begging without words, I pulled back and grabbed her hair again, hauling her upright. She stumbled, shaky, wrecked. I loved her like this.

I bent her over the bed, lined myself up, and slid into her slowly, watching every inch disappear. She stretched perfectly around me, and I nearly lost it right then.

She was mine. In every way that mattered.

I fucked her hard, deep, the rhythm unforgiving. The deeper I went, the louder her pussy cried. Damn, that pussy talked so loud. She cried out, body trembling beneath me as I came again, gritting my teeth to keep from to stifle my grunt. I remained in her, pressing her down to the bed until my cock went limp again. l pulled out, and stepped back to admire her. Damn, we had both cum and her pussy was dripping. I put my fingers into her pussy, taking out cum and feeding it to her. She licked my fingers, swallowing our juices.

I crouched down to take off the spreader bar.

"Get down," I ordered, "and crawl into the cage."

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