Page 57 of Beauty and the Daddy
I set a rhythm that's all possession and need—deep, demanding strokes that claim every inch of her.
The headboard drums against the wall, keeping time with our desperate dance.
I set a punishing pace, hips slamming against hers, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
She's so tight around me, so hot, so perfect.
I claim her body like a goddamn birthright, my balls slapping against her as I drive into her deep and wild.
Her body grips me like it was built for me, and the harder I go, the harder she clings.
She's trembling under me, and it only makes me fuck her rougher, chasing the quake in both of us.
She claws at me, dragging me closer, begging for more. Her words blur into moans, into curses, into desperate pleas.
I own every cry, every tremble, every gasp she makes.
"Harder."
I grab her legs, hike them higher over my shoulders, and then fuck into her with everything I've got.
Her scream splits the night, shoving me closer to the edge.
She's clawing at the sheets now, her head spinning left to right.
"You feel that?" I pant, sweat slick on my skin. "No one else will give you this. No one else can."
Her eyes roll back, body arching. She's sobbing with pleasure, trembling under me, yet begging for more, always more.
I hook my arms under her knees, pushing them back toward her chest now, opening her up to go deeper.
"Oh God, Luca, yes!"
"I'm going to fuck you into this mattress until you can't walk straight, Belle," I promise, letting her legs drop down to lean over her and pin her wrists above her head with one hand.
I pound her into the bed so hard the bedframe groans.
I grip her hip with my other hand, controlling the angle, the depth, everything.
She's completely at my mercy, and we both fucking love it.
"You're mine," I growl into her ear, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasps, eyes locked on mine. "All yours, Luca."
She tightens on me, her whole body trembling like she's about to snap.
I feel the fire coiling low in my spine, ready to blow, but I hold it back—grinding, driving, refusing to let go until she shatters first.
She begins to flutter around me, and I pin her wrists harder to ride her quake.
"Oh my God," she cries in choked sobs, her eyes closed as she lurches off the bed, starting to catch the waves.
I lose myself completely, thrusts turning frantic, chasing the high as her body convulses around me.
When she falls apart for the last time, shaking and wrecked beneath me, I let go to a shuddering release with the stars exploding behind my eyes.
I collapse over her, both of us heaving, sweat-drenched and tangled in sheets.
