Page 14 of PortCity Killers

I really couldn’t though. I couldn’t move any faster, or I’d fall apart. I had always had trouble with letting it happen on my own, and he knew it.

I tried to shake my head, but he tightened his grip, muffling my groan, “Don't talk back. Move faster.”

I moved my hips, grinding and swiveling them, crying and whimpering all the while. My legs burned and shook to hold me up.

I kept pace with his help until he was hitting that spot that only he seemed to hit inside of me. That spot that kept me coming back for more each time. Every time I thought I was done with Bryce Nox I came crawling right back.

“Come for me, Alex. Come on baby,” He pulled my face to his lips as he thrust up again, whispering in my ear, “You’re such a good little whore for daddy, aren’t you?”

My fingers clasped around his wrists, where he held a large, calloused hand over my mouth keeping my moans at bay. His breathing was rough, ragged, and sending plumes of cloudy air to coat my sweat drenched forehead.

He used his grip on my face to set his pace. My nails dug into his skin as I bounced on his cock, feeling the release climbing it’s way up my throat.

“That’s it, so pretty taking daddy’s cock like a good girl, yeah?”

I shattered apart. My legs trembled, colors flashing behind my eyelids as he gripped my face tighter, his own release coming on a strangled groan.

The wet rush of his come inside of me, filling me, brought with my own release, left me shaking as he pulled me over his chest, laying us back on the stairs.

The cold metal dug into my knees. My legs prickled, but I laid on his naked chest, my fingers clinging to his neck. He moved his hands to my hair, playing with the strands as I lay there, panting and shivering.

“We need to get you back inside,” he breathed out, still trying to regain his composure.

I wanted to smile at the lack of perfect and poised Daddy, but I didn’t have the energy left in me. I held him tighter, shaking my head in his neck.

“You’re cold,” he said, as if I couldn’t tell that for myself.

“I just want to hold you.” I murmured, not wanting to askhimto holdme.

“You can hold me inside where it’s warm.” He said.

I just shook my head again.

He groaned, “Come on, little baby.”

I clung to him as he lifted us both. He made a grunting sound that had me giggling as he adjusted us. I felt the cum dripping down between us and cooling on my thighs.

I tightened my legs around his waist, trying to keep from slipping. His hands found my ass, groaning as the movements shifted our still joined bodies.

I don’t know how he got us inside through the window half naked.

My eyes were fluttering in and out of focus, the lids heavy and burning as I drifted to sleep on his shoulder, his arms around me.

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