Page 62 of Filthy Business
“Good girl,” he rasped, grabbing my hips and starting to thrust up into me properly.“But we’re just getting started.”
I didn’t move. I just sat there, flushed and full, every inch of Daddy’s cock buried so deep I could feel him in my throat.
He didn’t let me lift a finger.
His hands gripped my hips like he owned them—because he did. Like I was something to use, something to keep full and dripping.
“Look at you,” Daddy murmured, his voice velvet-wrapped sin.“Pregnant, stuffed, dripping around me. This is all you’re good for, Iris.”
I whimpered, clutching his shoulders. I couldn’t form words. Just tiny, breathy sounds as he rocked up into me—slow, deliberate thrusts that punched all the air from my lungs.
“You were made for this,” he growled, fingers digging in.“To sit there and take my cock while I fuck you like the perfect little breeding pet you are.”
“D-Daddy…” I moaned, unable to think through the stretch, the burn, the heat pooling fast and low.
“That’s it. Let Daddy fuck you. Let me feel how tight this little cunt gets when it’s already full of my baby.”
My walls clenched hard. I gasped. He hissed.
“God, you’re greedy,” Daddy rasped, thrusting harder now, pace brutal and controlled.“You wanna be ruined every time, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I sobbed.“I want you to break me. Please—please, Daddy—”
He slapped my ass, hard.“You don’t beg for mercy, Iris. You beg for more.”
I sobbed again.“More—more, Daddy—use me—fuck me—fill me again—”
“You’re not getting off this cock until I’ve come so deep and you cream all over my cock.”
He didn’t stop. Not even when I came apart with a cry so loud I was sure the pilot heard. He just held me tight, fucking me until the sweat dripped. Each deep, hard thrust made me clench and quiver for more.
“Fuck, Iris. Oh fuck. Your tight little cunt—”
His fingers bit into my hips as he slammed me down. His trousers rubbed against my pussy. He growled as his hot come filled me up—again.
“Iris,” he whispered against my neck.
I held onto him for dear life. He breathed my name like I was the only one in his world.
Fuck. I loved him.
Chapter 27
Magnus
I massaged the sunscreen into her skin. By our third day, she was starting to tan, but she still had delicate skin that needed to be protected.
“Mmm, your hands feel so good. Where can I leave a review for this kidnapping?” she moaned, wiggling her little arse at me.
All I had to do was slip her bikini bottoms down, use a little oil, and I could fuck her arsehole right here in the open.
“I’ll send you the link once I’m done with you. Don’t move, sweetheart. I’ll be right back with your arse’s best friend,” I said, squeezing her through her white bikini bottom before standing up.
Her sweet laughter followed me inside, and I grinned at the sound. This spontaneous trip was for her. She was relaxed, playful—happy.
Sun, sand, and a fuck-ton of sex made her soft, spoiled, and all mine.
I’d been cautious in my words and actions—I didn’t want to alert her that I’d discovered her past. Benedict was appalled and had been messaging me more regularly than usual. I still didn’t trust him enough for a phone call, though. He still had a nasty habit of hanging up on me.
