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I grinned and slammed back in, rougher now, snapping my hips until the bed thudded under us.
“Too late anyway,” I said through clenched teeth.“You already fucking took it. And you’ll keep taking it—this cock, this come, this life. You’re not just my fiancée now. You’re my property.”
She came instantly. Her pussy began to milk me before I heard her muffled scream. Twitching and shuddering.
One final thrust and I stilled, jerking inside her. The first rope of come hit her cervix, then the second, then the third. I hissed, head thrown back, as I emptied myself into her—holding her tight in the harness so she couldn’t spill a drop.
When I finally pulled out, she collapsed face-first onto the mattress. Wrecked. Smeared. Sobbing into the sheets.
I gave her a long moment before leaning down, licking a trail of tears from her cheek.
“Good girl,” I whispered.“Now flip over. Daddy’s not done.”
“Oh, God,” she cried, but her pussy squeezed my cock some more.
“Daddy will do for now, sweetheart,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder.
Chapter 19
Iris
My pussy throbbed for more. He wasn’t done, but neither was I—no matter how hard I came. And that harness? He’d never felt so fucking deep, with his balls slapping my clit. Thank God I never plucked up the courage to date anyone my own age. I would’ve been sorely disappointed.
I giggled into the pillows. He probably bought the harness just to ensure his come went in deeper.
“Hey, this is no laughing matter, brat,” he said, tugging the harness off my legs.“Get that bodysuit off before it gets torn. You’re lucky it had snap buttons at the bottom.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said sweetly.
We both groaned when he pulled out.
“Hurry up before my come starts leaking out.”
“Now you sound like a CEO in the bedroom,” I grumbled, but spun around just as he stuffed some pillows beneath me, tilting my hips up.
When I struggled to take my bodysuit off, he helped me pull it over my head.
I was about to thank him when he spread my legs and slid his cock back inside me.
I hissed at the feel of him.
“We should keep you plugged up, sweetheart,” he said—but his eyes were on my breasts.
His gaze darkened. One hand cupped my breast with his thumb brushing the peaked nipple while the other slid between my thighs, spreading me wider around his cock. I whimpered, still swollen, still twitching from the last round.
“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through the mess slicked between my thighs.“Ruined. And it’s all mine.”
His lips followed the trail up my body—mouth filthy, reverent. He kissed the curve of my hip, my belly, then licked a path between my breasts. The stubble on his jaw scratched against my skin as he sucked my nipple between his lips and growled low in his throat.
“Daddy made such a mess,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction.“Come all over your tits, your neck, that pretty fucking mouth.” He bit down gently on my collarbone, tongue soothing the spot after.“I should keep you like this. Covered. So everyone knows who you belong to.”
I moaned when he pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, to hear the wet slap and my gasp. I clenched, already aching for more.
He leaned in, licking my jawline and pressing open-mouthed kisses across my cheek. His precum was still smeared along my lips from earlier, and he licked it off like a starving man.
“Red lips. Red tits. Red fucking cheeks,” he muttered, brushing my hair back so he could see my face.“You’re perfect like this. Happy that Daddy ruined your throat and cunt.”
“I am happy, Daddy,” I murmured, wrapping my legs around his hips and dragging him deeper.
