~Damon~ “I said get on your fucking knees.” She gasped. Froze like her whole nervous system had short-circuited from just hearing my voice drop an octave. Then her knees gave out like gravity had been waiting for me to speak. Like her body had been aching for the order. She dropped. Hard. Hit the floor like a slut who knew where she belonged. Right at my feet. On her knees. The same floor still sticky from the last time I bent her over and pumped my cum so deep into her she couldn’t walk straight for an hour. She didn’t even look up yet. She just knelt there. Trembling. Head bowed. Hands limp beside her soaked thighs. Her chest heaved like she’d run a fucking marathon. Her hair was a wild, sweaty mess..knotted with dried spit and my cum. Her lips were parted like she could still taste herself from when I made her ride my cock until she broke in my lap. And fuck..she was twitching already. Her thighs clenched. Her toes curled. Her nipples were hard as bull
“No,” I growled. “You don’t run from this. You asked for this. You begged for it when you opened those pretty thighs for me. When you looked up at me with cum on your chin and tears in your lashes and told me you were mine.” I gritted my teeth. Thrust deeper. Harder. “You don’t get to play innocent now,” I hissed. “Not when I’ve been inside your throat. Not when I’ve painted your womb twice and watched it drip back out while you whimpered and begged for more.” She sobbed beneath me. But not from pain. Her cunt was soaked. Overflowing. Milking me with every stroke like her body wanted the punishment. Like it didn’t know how to feel anything else now. “You don’t even know how dangerous this is, do you?” I whispered. “You’re a baby. Eighteen. Fresh. And I’m old enough to be your fucking father.” I bent over her back. Bit her shoulder. Dragged my teeth down her spine. “You think any boy your age can fuck you like this? You think he knows how to stretch your
~Damon~ She was so warm. So soft. So wrecked. I’d watched her fall asleep with my cum leaking down her thighs. I’d dried her off with my own hands. Held her until the tremors slowed and her breath went soft against my chest. But I couldn’t sleep. Not with her scent in my lungs. Not with her cunt still twitching around nothing. Not with my cock hard again, laying thick and angry against her ass like it missed her already. I couldn’t help it. Not when she looked like that. Naked. Flushed. Legs parted in her sleep. A ruined little girl who’d let me fuck her throat, her pussy, her soul..and still begged for more. So I slid back in. Carefully. Slow. Buried the tip of my cock into her warm, soaked cunt while she slept, and watched her face twitch from the stretch. She moaned in her sleep. Tried to shift. But I grabbed her hips. Kept her still. Pulled her ass back until I was halfway in. And fuck, the feeling… She was still wet. Still swollen. St
And I lost it again. Because hearing that? Watching her reflection? Feeling her cunt clamp down? It shattered me. I came again. Harder. Hotter. Deeper. Thick, endless ropes of cum shot inside her, and I didn’t pull out. I buried it. Held her there. Pressed her face to the glass and whispered against her ear: “You’ll never get away from me.” She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mouth just opened in a silent moan. Her body shook. Her knees buckled. And I held her up. Because that’s what a good Daddy does. ~~ She was shaking. Fucking dripping. Legs useless. Chest heaving. Face plastered to the mirror like she was too far gone to even breathe unless I let her. My cum was leaking out of her pussy again. So much of it. Milky. Thick. Warm. Sliding down her thighs in sticky trails and soaking the floor beneath her. And I just stood there, cock still hard, hands on her hips, watching her reflection twitch with every pulse of overstimula
~Damon~ Her mouth was still open. Cum leaking from her tongue. Her lips red and ruined. Her face a mess of tears, drool, and satisfaction. And fuck, I just stood there. Staring down at her like she was the goddamn altar I was about to sin on all over again. My cock twitched. Still fucking hard. Still soaked in spit and slick and the heat of her ruined throat. And the way she looked up at me..like I was God, Devil, and Daddy all in one..made every dirty fucking instinct in me snarl to life again. More? She whispered it. Like she didn’t just drink every drop of my cum. Like she didn’t just take my cock to the base while her mascara melted down her cheeks. Like she wanted to be broken. My jaw clenched. My balls ached. My mind spun. Because no matter how many times I fucked this girl… it was never enough. Not when she looked like that. Not when she asked for it. Not when her body screamed use me, Daddy with every breathless fucking moan. I bent do
She screamed. Loud. Wrecked. Tears streamed down her face. Her legs shook. Her pussy clamped down so hard around me it nearly made me come on the spot. But I held it. Barely. I held her down. Kept thrusting through it. Made her ride the orgasm like a fucking wave. “Good girl,” I whispered. “You’re such a good little cockslut. Daddy’s perfect fucktoy. This is what you were made for, baby. This is why you came into my house. To be used. To be filled.” Her eyes rolled. “More—please—I want more—I can take it..” I lost it. I slammed in one last time. Buried myself to the base. And came. Fucking exploded inside her. Thick. Hot. Rope after rope. I didn’t stop. Kept grinding into her as my cum filled her. She sobbed. Not from pain. From how full she felt. How deep it was. How good it was. My seed dripped out as I pulled back. Leaked from her ruined little pussy in slow, creamy streams. Thick. Milky trails of cum spilling from h