“Don’t worry, baby girl,” said Daddy. “I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Daddy,” I whimpered, licking my lips.
“I’ve got you, baby girl.”
He slapped my pussy, and I lurched forward, falling onto my elbows. My body began to tremble. Anticipation sliced through me. He grabbed my hips and slid straight into my already slick pussy. I mewled as he peeled me back, settling straight into me.
He pulled my hips back against his and then he waited. “Breathe, baby girl.”
“I am, Daddy.” My body stretched to accommodate him.
“No, you aren’t, baby girl.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled up my hair. My neck nearly broke as he snapped me back. “Breathe, baby girl. Or you’ll pass out.”
We knew this from our training at the club. I needed to breathe, fighting against my instincts to be a small, corralled animal. My Dom had me.
I sucked in deep breaths through my nose and out through my mouth. My heartbeat was already like an ensnared rabbit. Cook slid his other hand down to my lower belly, and I breathed quickly, but deeper now. He felt it. It wasn’t like my lungs or stomach could expand too much, fighting against his cock deep inside of me.
“There you go, baby girl.” And then he thrust deeply inside me.
I fell forward as he pulled back my head, keeping with how he gripped my hair. My neck turned at an unnatural angle, but the pain was quickly numbed by the pleasure washing through me. It came in thrashing waves with each blow of his cock. He fucked me like he was beating me, and I took every lash. He spanked my ass and then slapped my clit, and I roared, squirming against him. He never slowed how he pounded into me, even as my orgasm climaxed as I went limp in his arms. One orgasm replaced another, lapping waves on top of me. I screeched, forgetting how to breathe again.
“Daaaaddddddyyyy!” I screamed, writhing and nearly falling forward.
Somehow, Cook picked up his already bone-breaking pace, shoving deeper and harder into me. His hips slapped my ass, and his balls spanked my clit.
“I’m coming again!” But I was already falling into my next orgasm as he thrust so far into me that I swear he pierced my stomach.
“Baby girl,” he said, wrapping his hand into my hair, but he didn’tneed to say it.
His cock had changed in me.
He roared as he came like the beast that he was. The sound whipped around my face. His movements didn’t slow as he came inside of me. His hot semen splashing my insides. Fuck, it felt so good. I was connected to him. Thankfully, my nightly pill kept his swimmers away. I wanted Cook all to myself.
Daddy slumped on top of me. He had finally let go of my hair and now had his hands curled around my chest, pinching my nipples. He nuzzled my neck.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I murmured breathlessly.
He kissed me on the neck. “Such a good girl.”
Then he untied my wrists and then undid my ankles. My skin was taut, and I rubbed it. The pain was quick to dissipate. Yet he didn’t pull out his cock. My pussy clenched and unclenched around him, milking him for every last drop.
His cell phone started ringing. I hadn’t even realized he brought it into the room. Reaching for the thing with one hand, he placed his other hand between my thighs, pinching my clit until I cried out.
“Daddy?” I asked, pleasure and torture slipping through me.
“Hush, baby girl.” Cook rubbed his face against mine. “If you make a sound, you don’t get to come.” Then he rubbed his fingers against my clit, and I fell forward, pleasure knocking me down. He pulled me back, landing me against his chest, as he pressed his cell phone to his ear and said, “This is Cook.”
He circled my clit with his fingers, pressing down on the bundle of nerves, and I threw my head back, almost screeching. The orgasm came on hot and fast. Daddy peeked at me from the corner of his eye, giving me a warning look, and I thinned my lips together, swallowing the scream of his name and just how good he made me feel.
“Be there soon.” Cook hung up the call and then turned to me, rubbing my clit harder and pumping his cock in and out of me. “Scream for me, baby girl.”
I screamed. Sang. Screeched for him because it felt so good. Only he could do this for me. I slumped in his arms, coming down from the orgasm, and he laid me on the bed. Finally, he pulled out of me, leavingmy pussy weeping and me gasping for breath.
“I gotta go, nizhóní,” said Daddy. “Sas met the Mafia princess, and well, there’s blood.”
He grabbed his MC cut before he left me on the mat in a puddle of flesh.
The End
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