Page 69 of Fight Me Daddy

His eyes went wide with worry, but I drove into him roughly and he moaned. Calix trembled under me the longer I fucked into him. Sorry, Tesoro. You feel too damn good to call it quits early. From the first stroke, I was as addicted to Calix's body as I was to the rest of him.

There was no way in hell that he could ever get away from me now.

I pumped inside of Calix and turned up the cock ring. The vibrations rumbled away and his back arched as he gazed up at me. I grinned back, expecting him to tap out at any moment, but his eyes burned with determination.

You think you can beat me? That's what I get for chasing a fighter.

But I wasn't complaining. The more he fought, the better it would be when he broke down and couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out suddenly and he let out a squeaky whine that made me laugh. After a moment, I shoved myself back inside and worked him up into a frenzy. Once I saw him on the cusp of losing his mind, I pulled out again.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Calix shook his head as frustrated tears lined his eyes. I leaned down and traced my tongue over a salty tear before I groaned and fucked into him hard.

"Now, apologize," I said as I picked up speed. "I think when you do it now, you'll mean it. Apologize for not obeying orders. For putting yourself in harm's way. For making me fucking insane."

"You were already insane!" he shouted before he sniffled and shook his head.

"Oh? You need to go longer?"

"No!" he shouted. "Please, please let me cum," he begged. "It hurts. Need to cum."

"So." I snapped my hips forward. "Apologize." Snap. "Now." Snap, snap, snap. I curled my hand around his leash and used it to fuck him with wild abandon.

"Sorry," Calix mumbled out, sweat on his brow. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I-It won't happen again, Sir. I swear it won't. It won't."

"Will you be in any more illegal fights?"

"No, please," he begged. "No more. I'll be your good mutt. I'll do whatever you want Daddy! ¡Fóllame, hijo de puta, fóllame! Solo fóllame por favor papi. Por favor, fóllame papi. ¡Déjame correrme!"

I chuckled as he called me a son of a bitch and begged Daddy to fuck him all at the same time. Calix's words had turned to incoherent babbling. He couldn't take anymore. I pushed him past his limit for a few more rough strokes before I reached down and released his cock and balls from the ring.

"Cum for me, Tesoro. Cum all over your Daddy."

Calix's back arched. Ribbons of cum splashed against his body and mine. The warmth of his load on my body was the final straw. I grunted as I came hard, unleashing a torrent of cum into his spent hole. I hadn't cum in weeks because I knew nothing would feel as good as having Calix.

And I was right.

He laid against his pillow, his eyes glossy as he stared up at the ceiling. Soft Spanish left his lips, but it was a mess of jumbled words and I had no idea what he was saying. As I gazed down at him, I stilled and pushed in deeper. He jumped, moaned, and locked eyes with me as I relaxed. My hot piss filled his hole and his eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Now you're marked by me in more ways than one," I moaned as I let out every drop. I licked my lips. "Clench your hole. You better not let a single drop out."

"Yes, Daddy," he moaned, his cheeks dusted with pink. "It's hot."

"The piss or the fact that I just did that to you?"

"Both," he whispered.

I chuckled and maneuvered around to the box. Handcuffs came undone and the muzzle was discarded as well. I leaned down and took his lips in a long, slow kiss before I sat up.

"I'm going to pull out now."

"Okay, Daddy," Calix whispered.

"Good boy," I said as I stroked his cheek. "You're perfect."

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