Page 33 of Break Me, Daddy

The sting from such a light slap sent my entire body reeling. My sensitive folds were still swollen with my pleasure. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud, and I bit the inside of my cheek, attempting to keep my own shock quiet.

A belting there would be a whole lot more painful.

“I just want you,” I pouted quietly, allowing my lower lip to protrude a little. His gaze dropped to my mouth, his lips following with a punishingly hard kiss. By the time it ended, my lips were a whole lot sorer, and I’d been unable to stop myself from whimpering into his mouth.

“You’re going to get a whole lot more than that, Ada,” he growled. In a rush, he reached down and freed his cock. He slapped it against my belly, and I gasped, the heavy weight and rigidity combining into a heady mixture of desire and anxiety deep in my core.

“Is that right?” I teased, smirking as I met his perilously menacing stare.

“Be a good girl and wrap your arms around my neck. You’re going to need to hold onto something for this next part,” he warned.

My heart hammered so hard it felt like it had surged right up into my throat. Tentatively, I moved to obey him. I slid my hands along the hard planes of the muscles of his shoulders and sucked in a breath when my fingers eventually collided.

Patiently, he watched me explore his body with my hands. I could feel his cock throbbing against my hip as I folded my fingers together and looked back up to meet his eyes. He was enjoying this as much as I was, that was clear, but his restraint was written all over his face. He was still holding back, and I knew he wouldn’t be for much longer.

He grasped me around the waist and lifted me off the floor right on top of the bar. The remains of my dress that were still tangled around my ankles fell to the floor as he leapt up with astounding grace and settled down right on top of me, the hard length of his cock boldly nestled against the bare folds of my pussy.

“You’re going to make such a beautiful queen,” he praised.

“I know,” I sassed back.

“But… I think it’s time you screamed for your king,” he demanded. He jerked his hips back and reached down, angling his cock to my entrance. His gaze held mine as he stilled. I sucked in an anxiously aroused breath, my inner walls clenching in anticipation.

Without another word, he slammed into me so hard that I saw stars. My mouth opened and a strangled cry came out, but I was far too overcome with his sudden taking that I could do nothing other than contend with my struggle.

My pussy burned from the girth of his monstrous cock, stretching me wide open. My inner walls spasmed, trying to take him and attempting to force him out at the exact same time. The pain spiraled deep into my core, and I found it hard to breathe, let alone think.

“You’re soaking wet for me, Ada. You’ve been thinking about my cock stretching this tight little pussy all week, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” I wailed.

“I like that,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear as he started to thrust unhurriedly into me. I cried out, still not used to his size, but I had a feeling that was always going to be a part of what made him and I so explosive together.

I needed to be fucked, long and hard enough to hurt.

My arms squeezed around his shoulders, my fingers digging in as his muscles flexed beneath them. Eventually, the initial pain started to subside into a more throbbing, pleasurable ache, and his thrusts started to quicken. He angled his body in such a way that his pelvis ground against my clit just right, and I moaned, feeling myself topple headfirst towards another orgasm far more rapidly than I was prepared for.

One of his hands slid underneath my head, cupping it protectively against the firm wood as his hips started to piston into mine with savage force. Up until that point, he’d been holding back.

He didn’t after that.

He started to fuck me with vigorous savagery. My thighs tensed around his waist as he ravaged me in my own bar, forcing every inch of his cock into my tight channel with every hard thrust. His big cock filled me to the brim. My clit pulsed hard as my own muscles flexed with the oncoming force of my pleasure.

I tried to hold it back, but I knew it was a losing battle before it even began. Even as I pressed my lips together in my attempt to keep quiet, I could already feel the scream brewing in the pit of my belly. My thighs started to quake first, and then my hips started to rock in tune with his movements, until at long last, the oncoming wave of climax crashed over me with overwhelmingly intense force.

I screamed, just like he’d said I would.

My nails dug into his back which just made him move with increasing ferocity. Over and over again, his thick cock penetrated my spasming pussy, driving me higher into heights of ecstasy that I didn’t know I could reach. My eyes rolled back in my head as my muscles flexed, tensing with one round after the next of pleasure tinged with a hint of pain.

It was rough. It was hard. It was everything I’d ever wanted and needed all at the exact same time.

His teeth grazed against my throat as my body rocked in tune with his thrusts. I cried out as the head of his cock slammed against my cervix. The wood of the bar top was worn enough to be comfortable against my bare flesh, but just uneven enough to remind me that this wasn’t our bedroom.

I arched into another deep thrust, wailing as my core squeezed so tight that it bordered on agony. Every nerve in my body came alive, and before I was even aware of what was happening, I was sailing into another climax at full force.

My scream reverberated inside the pub quite spectacularly.

“I’ve only just begun to take what I want from you, little girl,” he growled.

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