“You’re sick,” she whispered, staring up at him like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You said it was for me, daddy. To keep me safe from boys and getting pregnant, but all the looking? I never even fucked anyone else. When can we stop now? You practically raised me," she sobbed, hating herself for licking her lips when his thick length slammed back into her. Declan smiled, slow and mean, and rolled his hips so she felt every thick inch of him grinding into her, leaving her a whimpering mess. “Maybe I am fucked up in the head,” he said, tone husky and cruel. “But your pussy’s still soaking my cock like it loves being watched. Daddy does it all for you, princess. Think that dipshit upstairs knows how to fuck like daddy?" “Daddy, be quiet,” Cora said quickly, her fingers digging into Declan’s shoulders as he started building a rhythm inside her. “Daddy, please. He’s right upstairs. He’s going to hear everything you do to me," she said, equal parts mortified and delighted.
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