Daddy... Daddy... Daddy

~Nyra

I snatched the gun first, thumb already on the trigger, and fired point blank into his chest.

He twisted, inhumanly fast, the bullet kissed the air where his heart was a heartbeat ago. Old trick. I’ve dodged worse before breakfast. We are wolves, not humans.

I pivoted, knife flashing up from my left hand in a gutting arc. He caught my wrist mid strike, and in the same motion his other hand fists the front of my dress and ripped it into two.

The whole top tore clean away, my breasts spilled free, nipples hard from cold and fury.

I snarled, rolled my shoulders, and attacked again, knife hungry for his throat.

He dropped low, ducked under the blade, and seized the hem of my skirt. One savage yank and the rest of the dress explodes off me in shreds.

I’m suddenly viciously naked, skin glowing red under the strobes, every inch of me bare and burning.

I didn't cover it. I attacked harder angrily.

But then his hand is between my thighs, no warning, no permission, just pure claim. His middle finger slides straight through the wet mess I didn’t want him to find and crooks deep inside me like he owned the place.

A shock of raw pleasure slammed up my spine.

He dragged that finger slowly, up to my clit, circled it once, twice, then sank his teeth into the side of my neck, right over the pulse.

The gun and knife slipped from my fingers and clatter useless to the floor.

I moaned.

One filthy, helpless sound torn straight out of my throat.

And I hated how fucking good it feels.

His mouth dropped to my breast without asking, teeth closing over my nipple hard enough to bruise, tongue flicking rough, sucking like he’s trying to pull my soul out through my skin.

At the same time three thick fingers drove into my pussy, no mercy, stretching me open, curling, pumping deep and ruthless.

I moan loud, ugly, real, the sound punched out of me before I can cage it. Getting fucked by a man old enough to be my father? I heard about it, fantasized about it, but now I'm living it.

He lifted his head just enough to growl against my wet skin, “New deal, baby. If I can make you scream Daddy for me, clear and pretty, you will get on your knees and apologize for killing my men.”

I laughed through the haze, breathless and vicious. “Five cocks at once couldn’t make me beg on their best day. You think your fingers are special?”

His eyes flash pure sin.

He yanked his hand free, spun me, slammed my back against the bar so hard the wood groaned.

One brutal palm between my breasts forced me down, down, until my knees hit the sticky floor and I’m staring straight at his open fly.

He pulls himself out.

Fuck.

Long, heavy, thicker than my wrist, veins angry, head already wet. The kind of cock that ruins lives and makes widows.

He fisted the base, dragged the wet tip across my lips once, lazy, owning.

“Open,” he says, voice smoke and gravel. “Let’s see if that smart mouth still has jokes when it’s full of me.”

I licked my lips, tasted him, and smiled up with all my teeth.

“Make me scream it, Daddy,” I whispered, daring him.

Then I opened wide.

His cock slid past my lips, heavy and burning, filling my mouth in one slow, deliberate push until the head nudged the back of my throat.

I didn’t gag. I took him deeper, hollowed my cheeks, and sucked hard enough to make his thighs tense.

He groaned, low and filthy, fingers twisting tight in my hair. He held me there, buried to the root, letting me feel every thick inch pulsing against my tongue.

Then he pulled back just enough to let me breathe, only to thrust again, deeper, harder, setting a rhythm that bruised my lips and made my eyes water.

I didn’t fight it. I met every stroke, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to remind him I could bite if I wanted.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “Blood on your chin, my cock down your throat, and you’re still trying to kill me with that mouth.”

I hummed around him, the vibration dragging another growl out of his chest.

He fucked my face like he fought, brutal, precise, relentless.

Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge I’d never let anyone drag me to. My pussy throbbed empty and aching, wet juice running down my thighs. I hated how much I wanted him to fill it.

His free hand dropped to my breast, pinched the nipple he’d bruised earlier, rolled it hard. Pleasure shot straight to my clit like lightning.

I moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and desperate.

He pulled out suddenly, wet cum shining on my lips, and hauled me up by the hair until I stood trembling against him.

“Say it,” he ordered, voice rough as broken glass. “Scream Daddy and I’ll give you what you’re dripping for.”

I laughed, hoarse, wrecked, spit and pre cum shining on my chin.

“Five men couldn’t break me,” I whispered, pressing my naked body against his, feeling his cock twitch between us. “You really think you’re different?”

He smiled, dark and dangerous, and spun me around. He bent me over the bar again, chest pressed to cold wood, ass in the air.

One big hand splayed between my shoulder blades pinned me flat. The other guided that monstrous cock to my entrance and stopped.

Just the head pushed in, stretching me, teasing.

I pushed back, greedy, furious.

He held me still.

“Say it,” he repeated, voice low against my ear as he leaned over me, chest to my back, teeth scraping my shoulder. “One word and I fuck you until you forget your own name.”

I clenched around the tip, furious, starving, pride burning in my throat like acid.

He waited.

The head of his cock throbbed inside me, promising everything I’d never had.

I broke.

Just a cracked, raw whisper that scraped out of me like surrender.

“Daddy.”

He slammed home in one brutal thrust, buried to the hilt, splitting me open.

I screamed.

Not his name.

Not a word.

Just pure, shattered sound.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel empty.

He fucked me like he wanted to carve his name into my bones.

And I let him.

I begged for more.

He slammed into me again, that thick cock splitting me wide open, every brutal inch forcing my pussy to stretch around him like it was made for this punishment.

I felt him everywhere, the fat head dragging along my walls, veins pulsing hot against sensitive flesh, bottoming out so deep my breath caught on a sob.

His palm cracked across my ass, sharp, searing, the sting blooming red and perfect. Again. Harder.

Each spank made my hips jerk forward, driving him even deeper, my wet pussy swallowing him greedily with every thrust.

My breasts swung wild beneath me, heavy, aching, slapping against the bar until his rough hands shot forward and claimed them.

He grabbed it hard, fingers sinking into soft flesh, squeezing until I gasped, nipples trapped between his knuckles, twisted, pulled, milked like he wanted to break them.

He fucked me like a storm, hips snapping forward, cock pistoning in and out, relentless, merciless.

Every withdrawal dragged that thick ridge along my front wall, every brutal thrust slammed home, balls slapping wet against my clit, the soaked sound of my pussy taking him filling the entire room.

“Daddy…” I moaned, the word torn out of me as his cock stretched me impossibly wider.

Another vicious spank, “Daddy fuck…”

He squeezed my breasts harder, used them like handles to yank me back onto his cock, impaling me deeper, faster. My pussy clenched around him, dripping, fluttering, greedy for every punishing stroke.

“Daddy, please…”

The plea broke from my throat, raw and wrecked, as he pounded into me, cock owning every inch of my cunt, thick, hot, unforgiving.

My walls milked him desperately, slick pouring down my thighs, the wet slap of his hips against my ass louder than my cries.

He spanked me again, again, again, each blow driving me higher, my pussy spasming around that massive cock, sucking him in deeper, refusing to let go.

“Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…”

I screamed it, over and over, voice shattering as he fucked me raw, breasts bruised in his grip, ass blazing red, pussy stuffed so full I saw stars.

I came undone around him, walls clamping down hard, gushing, milking his cock in violent waves while he kept thrusting, kept spanking, kept squeezing, refusing to let me come down.

And still I begged.

“Daddy.”

He flipped me like I weighed nothing, spun me around until my back slammed against the cold, sticky bar top.

He didn’t waste time.

His mouth crashed onto my breast first, teeth trapping my nipple, sucking hard, tongue lashing until I arched off the wood with a broken cry.

Then lower. Lower. Hot breath ghosting over my stomach, until his face buried between my thighs.

His tongue speared into me, thick and rough, fucking me deep while three fingers plunged in alongside it, stretching, scissoring, curling hard against that spot that made my vision spark.

He ate me like a starving animal, sucking my clit between his lips, flicking, biting, finger fucking me so ruthlessly my hips bucked against his face, chasing more.

I nearly died right there, pleasure so sharp it felt like violence, my hands fisting his hair, grinding against his mouth, moaning, sobbing, completely fucking lost.

Then he rose, towering over me.

One big hand wrapped around my throat, squeezed just enough to make my pulse thunder, and dragged my ass to the edge of the bar.

He shifted behind me, even though I faced him a second ago, he moved so fast, cock nudging my entrance from behind now, my body bent forward, breasts pressed to the wood again.

One brutal thrust and he buried himself balls deep.

I screamed.

Real, raw, torn from my gut as that thick cock split me open again, deeper from this angle, hitting places I didn’t know existed.

He fucked me without mercy, hand tight on my throat, hips slamming, cock dragging out slow just to pound back in harder, faster, owning every inch of my pussy until I shook and clawed at the bar.

He growled my name, no, not my name, just a guttural sound, and came hard, flooding me, hot thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside until I felt it leak out around his cock.

I thought that was it.

He pulled out, spun me again, forced me to my knees with that same hand on my throat.

His cock, still hard, shoved past my lips. He fucked my mouth twice, three times, then held my head still and spilled the rest down my tongue.

Thick. Hot. Too much.

I couldn’t swallow fast enough. It filled my mouth, spilled from the corners, dripped slow and obscene down my chin onto my breasts while I knelt there, wrecked, staring up at him.

He tucked himself away, zipped up, looked down at me like I was a masterpiece he’d just ruined.

“You owe me an apology, little warrior,” he said, voice rough, satisfied.

Then he smiled, slow, dark, deadly, and walked out the door without looking back.

The club stayed silent.

Blood on the floor. Cum on my skin. My dress in shreds.

And only one thought pounding through my wrecked head.

Who the hell is that man?

Because no one, no one, has ever taken me apart like that.