Page 55 of Filthy Business
“Like this, sweetheart?” I said, drilling her so hard I smacked her arse cheeks with every plunge.
“Y-Yes. Oh. Ooh,” she moaned and squirmed, then begged,“Argh—please.”
“So fucking hot, wet, and desperate,” I said, dragging her torso off the bed by her tits.
When I glanced down between us, she’d soaked my cock. With a snarl, I pulled her upright, pinching her nipples while thrusting deep and hard.
“You gonna come for me like a good little cocksleeve?” I muttered in her ear.
Her head lolled forward, her back damp with sweat, and that wet little cunt clenched my cock in a death grip.
“Come for me. Come likemywhore, Iris,” I whispered—and that’s all it took.
I shoved her down and fucked her pulsating cunt like a madman. The more she cried out in pleasure, the harder my hips dropped against her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I prayed like a mantra, orgasm building, balls tight.
I spread her arse cheeks apart, stretching her rim, then pulled out of her pussy and shoved the wet head of my cock into her arse, wanking as I emptied my balls inside her tight little hole.
Panting like an animal, heart thundering, I eased out and watched a thick stream of come drip from her arsehole, trickling down her swollen pink lips.
“You’re officially christened as mine now,” I said as the madness wore off.
“Daddy, you need therapy,” she mumbled.
I probably did.
But I didn’t care.
She was mine.
The baby was mine.
No one would come between us.
Ever.
Chapter 24
Iris
Daddy forced me to stay home today since I was sick, but as soon as he left for work, I pulled out my phone and checked Leona’s check-in locations from yesterday and today. The last girl who’d been to Luke’s apartment had given me all I needed to know about that piece of shit. He hadn’t changed. If anything, the mother and son duo had grown worse.
I pulled up Daddy’s last message.
Me:I’m going to get a facial and my nails done to cheer me up. The vomiting seems to have passed. You can see where I’ll be on my location.
I smiled when I saw the three dots dance—his response was instant.
Daddy:Nick is on his way, baby. Have fun. I’ll see you both tonight. Have my holes ready. D x
I shook my head, concluding that I would never have a sweet, romantic relationship with this man.
And yet, I’d pick Daddy every time.
I rubbed my flat abdomen, excited and eager for my plan to progress. Feeling sentimental, I messaged him again.
Me:I’ll miss our lunchtime together. I’ll see you tonight. x
