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He whispered. "I... I am sorry, daddy. It... It just feels so good. Your cock feels so good that I just don't want you to stop fucking me..." I could see my own self saying all those words and it made me so much wetter, my juices were all over my thighs. I was so wet that I wondered how I could still feel tight. "Your pussy feels so fucking good too, Daisy..." Holding me firmly with his left arm, daddy let a hand down in between my legs and I shivered as he reached to my clit.

The word daddy was enough to shock him, to make him submit himself all to me, to make him tremble in my hand and look at me with bloodshot eyes that scream how much he wants me bent over while he fucks me like crazy! Curling my lips with my eyes brow raised, I stick out my tongue to lick my dry lips making it more plump which added to my glow. “You’re so beautiful, Kiera. And…” He pauses, making me a bit nervous for whatever he is about to say. “…I want to make you scream “Daddy” as I fuck you today.” Darm! That's it! All I need are these words to make me wet, to make my pussy throb and curl in want.

' 'Yes Daddy. 'Say it baby, tell Daddy.' 'He wanted me to suck his cock. So I did a little. We didn't really have much time though.' Daddy slipped his hand inside my underwear and started playing with the lips around my pussy. 'You're wet baby. I can tell you've been out being a dirty slut. Keep telling me what you've done.' In truth it was my Daddy making my pussy wet. It wasn't right, but the way he rubbed my pussy made me more horny and wet than Trent ever had. I could feel his cock in a bulge inside his pants. I wondered what it would look like.

As I watched him , so many thoughts ran through my head at the same time and when I felt that slickness in between my legs , I knew what it meant . I was wet again . “Fuck”I cursed out as I rushed to my room . Once I got into my room , I shut the door And went to where I had kept my sec toys . I just wanted to satisfy myself with him being around , why was this urge for him was tearing me apart . ***** “No Brother , please don’t make me do this” I heard him beg my father for the tenth time . “ Please , I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to watch my daughter. I know Nora is no longer a kid , but I just want to protect her .

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."

"I've wanted that for a long time, to be my first and always take me. You’re so big, Daddy. Does it really hurt?" "Just a little, baby. I will prepare you and make you wet so that it will hurt less." He brushed his finger on my shiny slit, and I shuddered. "Look, you're so wet for me already. You can handle it, right? You can take Daddy's c0ck?"

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.

I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely. “You want more than my fingers, don’t you Daddy?” I whispered hotly. “Don’t say things like that. Fuck,” He groaned, and then cursed. “But, you’re so wet, Daddy,” I kept my voice low, teasing, filthy. Pressing my thumb against the head again, feeling even more wetness seep through. My eyes were focused on Daddy’s face which was contorted with pleasure he was trying so hard to fight. “Is this all for me? Have you been this hard every night? Lying next to me, leaking into your pants, desperate to be inside me?”

He teased me slowly, circling with maddening gentleness, while his other hand pushed his sweatpants down just enough for him to be free. I felt him - hot, thick, throbbing - press against me. My whole body tensed. “Relax,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder. “Daddy’s got you.” I exhaled shakily. He guided himself with one hand, rubbing the tip slowly along my entrance, using my own wetness to make it easier. “Tell me you want it,” he whispered. “I - I want it.” “Louder.” “I want it, Daddy,” I breathed, voice trembling.

I arched my back as I continued to finger my wet pussy. "Just like that," Daddy purred. Wrapping my other arm around the back of my thighs, I picked up the pace, my moans getting louder. The fire intensified, licking up everything in its trail. "I'm going to cum," I moaned. "Come, baby," he said hoarsely. "Cum for Daddy." I squeezed my eyes shut and came hard, screaming as I squirted all over the bed. I spread my lips for Daddy to see, while my body shook. "Daddy!"