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Harder. “Please make me cum,” I muttered as tears prickled down my cheek. “Not yet bunny,” he said, and pushed his thick thumb inside my ass hole, fingering it softly. “Fucckkkkkk,” I screamed, my body gave up, my legs trembled, my toes curled as I felt my orgasm rush in. “No, I can't hold it, please let me finish.” I cried, pleading but he ignored me. He was about to talk when a knock came on the door. “Fiona, are you alright?” Dad's voice sounded behind the door. He didn’t stop, he kept fucking me harder and took off the tie in my mouth.

He finished explaining. His hands were still on me. One on my hip. I could feel that his cock was getting harder against my ass while he taught his daughter to shoot a gun in his casino basement. “Daddy?” I murmured, not turning around. My eyes on the target. “What?” “Are you hard right now?” His fingers dug into my hip. “Aren’t you focused on the wrong target?” He growled in my ears and I giggled. “I can’t help that I can feel you, Daddy. Against my ass.” I wiggled, grinding myself against him. “You’re teaching your little girl how to kill someone and you’re getting hard about it.”

“Hard—” “Oh My Fucking God, Daddy.” I cried out at the sensation of it all, the way his gaze burned into my own, the way his hips rolled, determined to ruin me and the way his fingers choked me just right. “I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard for me, you’re gonna forget your own fucking name.” He slammed harder into me. I couldn’t fucking breathe. I was close, the tension built fast in my stomach. He noticed. “You gonna cum for me baby?”

“You want it hard, don't you, bitch?” I nod, restricted by daddy's hand on my daddy's talking to me like he's fucking me out of hate. I love it! I love it so goddamn much! He's never said a harsh word to me the entire time he's known me, and the simplest utterance of slut and bitch makes my pussy quiver against his cock. “Fuck me as hard as you want. I'm your slut. You're my daddy. I deserve your hard cock.” “That's fucking right you do. Give me your arms.”

The stretch made my pussy tighten instinctively, and his grin widened. Without warning, he slammed into me, cock driving deep, mercilessly. I gasped, my hands digging into the cold metal hood, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. “Daddy… fuck me harder,” I moaned, my voice breaking, “Harder than you ever fucked mum. I can take it all!” His teeth grazed my shoulder as he snarled, pounding into me with a feral rhythm. His hips snapped against mine, chest pressing into my back, every stroke harder, faster, more punishing than the last.

"Daddy... Ah..." "How is it? Feels good, ugh?" "Yes! Yes! Feels so... So fucking good daddy... Please let me come on your cock, daddy. Please!" I begged and he resumed spanking my ass. "Harder. Faster." He ordered, slapping my ass with each word he uttered. "Yes! Yes! I will... I will ride daddy's cock ha... Harder!" I rode with all the strength I had in me, all the horniness I had in me.

Memories of the way he brought me to orgasm last night stoke the flames that are already smoldering for him. “Yeah, I’m going to be spanking this ass nightly,” he mutters just before his hand crashes down right in the center of my ass. I yelp. “Are you going to spank that hard?” He chuckles. “Depends, bambina. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” I moan and roll my hips on his lap. He slaps me again and I yelp. “Yes, Daddy.” “That’s what I want to hear.” But he starts up a rhythm, spanking me much harder than I think he should for a little slap and tickle before sex.

My pussy is puffy, sloppy, and still greedily clenching around whichever cock is currently ruining me. Still, they keep going. Harvey lays me flat, folds me nearly in half with my knees by my ears, and drives in again. "One more big one for Daddy. Then we’ll see if those legs still work." "I can’t—Daddy, please—I can’t take any more—"

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"