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“You can do it,” he growled. “Because Daddy demands it. He demands that his dirty little bad girl come on his cock again and again and again, and when she finally does, then Daddy will give her his cum.”

Another stroke, another thrust, and then his hand moved up from my hip to grab the back of my neck and push me against the bed. His fingers on my clit never wavered.

And then I was coming again.

Stars stuttered behind my eyelids and my inner walls fluttered around nothing. My asshole clutched his cock like a fucking vise, like I couldn’t get enough of it. I bit my lip, trying to keep my screams of climax from echoing throughout the room, but I was fighting a losing battle.

One orgasm bled into two. Two became three and then I lost count.

All I knew was his cock and his hands and his voice, and the pleasure that ripped through me over and over again. I’d let go of my ass, hoping he wouldn’t punish me for it, just to try to hold myself up from collapsing completely.

I was floating, and then I was falling.

It was too much.

No.

It was just enough.

He thrust again, his strokes becoming erratic, the grip on the back of my neck tighter, fiercer.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he urged. “Let Daddy fuck you until you’re so sore and sensitive thatyou feel him with every step you take down the aisle tomorrow. Let Daddy fill you up and make you his.”

He pounded into me.

I screamed and my eyes watered as another climax tore through me. He fucked me faster. Harder. One tear escaped, followed by another and another until I was sobbing through my release as he fucked my ass and worked my clit.

The world tilted.

The orgasm hit like a freight train, and I didn’t know if I would survive the impact.

His strokes turned feral.

Brutal.

“Daddy,” I begged. “Please. Please?—”

“Beg me harder,” he demanded. “Beg for Daddy’s cum.”

“Please, Daddy,” I screamed, desperate for him to come, “please come inside me. Please fill up my ass and make it yours.”

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”

He drove his cock into me one last time, then the roar ripped out of his chest and he emptied his seed into my ass.

Filling me completely.

The pressure was so intense that I cried out, the sound muffled, strangled, broken, and all I could do was hold onto the bed, and let him ride me through his orgasm as I rode out mine.

I collapsed forward, limp and exhausted and completely spent.

He let go of my neck and stroked the curve of my ass gently, his fingers ghosting across the welts left by his belt, and the gesture sent a shiver down my spine.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice thick and deep. “Such a good girl. You took that so well.”

I closed my eyes and sighed.

I could feel the tension starting to seep from my muscles. Feel the exhaustion and the ache and the satisfaction and the soreness all at once. I took a deep breath and winced. My body was throbbing, and every inch of me was a mess.