All Chapters of MAKE ME SCREAM, DADDY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“I’ve imagined you here,” he says, running his hands up my thighs, spreading them. “Right here on this counter. Every morning making coffee, looking at this spot, thinking about bending you over it.”He enters me again and the cold granite against my ass and the hot stretch of his cock inside me creates a contrast that makes me gasp. He fucks me on his kitchen counter, one hand braced on the cabinet behind me, the other gripping my thigh, his strokes deep and unhurried. Like he has all night. Like he plans to use every minute of it.“Richard—”“Daddy.”“Daddy, you feel so good, I can’t believe, I’ve wanted this for so long—”“How long?” He sucks a bruise onto my collarbone, teeth pressing into skin.“Since Becca introduced us.” My head falls back against the cabinet. “Since you shook my hand at her birthday dinner and I, I couldn’t think straight for a week.”“A year.” He groans against my neck. “A year of you wanting me and me wanting you and both of us pretending.”He lifts me off t

This time is different. No urgency. No pounding. He moves in long, slow strokes, his body pressed against mine, chest to chest, his mouth kissing my neck, my jaw, the corner of my lips. His cock drags against my g-spot on every outstroke and grinds against my clit on every instroke, and the combined, continuous stimulation builds a slow, inevitable tide.“I’ve wanted this for a year,” he says against my mouth. “Every time you walked through my door. Every time you laughed at this table. Every time you wore that bikini in my pool. I went to bed after and touched myself thinking about this.”“I did too.” My legs wrap tighter around him. My hands trace the muscles of his back. “Every night at home, thinking about you, imagining it was your hands—”“It is now.” He thrusts deeper. Holds. Grinds in slow circles that make my eyes roll. “These are my hands. This is my cock. This is my bed. You’re here and I’m never going to be able to look at you the same way again.”“Good,” I whisper. “I don

“Oh my god—”“Not god.” His mouth curves. Almost a smile. “The opposite.”The heat from his tail pulses against my clit in slow, rhythmic waves — not vibration, not pressure, just pure warmth radiating through the cotton into my swollen flesh. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. Nothing mechanical, nothing human. It’s elemental, fire contained in a touch, licking against the most sensitive part of my body.My hips roll forward. Involuntary. Chasing the heat.“There it is.” He reaches out and cups my jaw with one massive hand— his fingers could wrap around my entire throat, and tilts my face up. “Your body knows what you are now. What you were born for. Even if your mind is still fighting.”“What am I?”“Mine.” Simple. Absolute. “My mate. My vessel. The womb I’ve been waiting centuries to fill.”The word womb hits me between the legs like a fist. His tail presses harder against my clit and the heat surges and I moan, loud, desperate, my hand flying to his wrist not to push him away but t

I can feel it. Deep inside. A warmth that settles into my belly and radiates outward, and my body responds to it, clenching, pulling, trying to draw him deeper, trying to keep every drop inside me. The instinct is primal. Animal. My body wants to be full of him and the realization makes me sob.The orgasm finally releases me. I collapse onto the floor, limp, destroyed, and he stays inside me, still hard, still thick, still radiating heat. His cum is leaking out of me in a steady stream, glowing faintly in the candlelight, and the floor around us looks like a war zone. Wine, wax, cum, my shredded underwear.He doesn’t pull out.“Again,” he says.“I can’t, I physically—”“Your body is different now.” His tail uncoils from my clit, I whimper at the loss, and slides lower. Between my ass cheeks. Not entering, just there, resting against the tight ring of muscle, radiating heat that makes me gasp. “My seed changes what it touches. More sensitivity. More capacity. More hunger.”He’s right.

I look down between us. His cock, thick, ridged, glowing faintly along the veins, disappears into me on every thrust. My pussy is stretched wide around him, lips swollen and pink and glistening, and every time he pulls out, a mixture of his luminous cum and my wetness gushes out, coating his shaft.“Look at this cunt,” he growls, watching the same thing I’m watching. “Ruined. Claimed. So full of my seed it can’t hold any more and still begging for it.” He slams deep. “Still taking it.”“Don’t stop, I’m, Kazrael, I’m so close—”“One more.” His tail blazes against my clit. His cock hits that impossible depth. His hand presses flat on my lower belly, right where I can feel him from the inside, and the pressure from both sides makes me scream. “One more, and the bond is permanent. You come on my cock one more time and you belong to me for eternity. Do you understand?”“Yes—”“Do you want it?”Tears are streaming down my temples. My apartment is destroyed. My body is something I don’t reco