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He pulled me up then and turned me to face him. The look in his eyes nearly undid me. It was unhinged and feral.

He grasped my jaw again, squeezing it a little. “Beg, my queen. Beg Daddy to break you with his cock.”

I met his gaze, breathless and shaking, every inch of me on fire with need and fear and everything in between.

“Please, fuck me, Daddy,” I whispered.

He didn’t make me say it again.

His mouth was on mine in an instant, hard, consuming, as if he needed to kiss the breath from my lungs just to remind me who I belonged to. His hand cupped the back of my head, holding me still, while the other gripped my waist, hauling me flush against his chest. I could feel every inch of him, his heat, his hardness, the wildness of him that he was holding back by the thinnest thread.

His cock was so hard that my pussy clenched just thinking about it slamming inside of me, punishing me with every hard thrust.

He guided me to the bed with an unfaltering grip. The backs of my knees hit the edge, and then he was pressing me down, crawling over me with all the silent dominance of a storm breaking open. His body pinned mine to the mattress, his weight delicious, grounding, inescapable. I arched into him as he kissed down my throat, my collarbone, lower. He bit at the swell of my breast, sucked a mark there, and pain blossomed across my chest.

He bit my nipple next, and a scream tore out of my throat. There was no tenderness in that bite and when he moved to do the same to my opposite nipple, I begged and pleaded for mercy, but he gave me none.

“I’m going to punish you now,” he growled into my skin. “Not gently. Not sweetly. I’m going to give you what you need.”

I trembled beneath him, body flushed, thighs slick and parted.

“I don’t want gentle,” I whispered.

“I know, baby girl. Brace yourself. Daddy’s going to break you on his cock.”

I tried to do what he said, but there was no preparing myself for what came next.

His hands gripped my hips, and in one breathless, perfect movement, he entered me.

I cried out, the stretch and burn so immediate, so overwhelming, I felt it everywhere. He didn’t give me time to think, to catch my breath. He pulled back and slammed in again, deeper, harder. I cried out, one hand clutching at the sheets beneath me, the other caught in his hair as he drove into me like a man possessed.

Every thrust was a punishment in and of itself.

His name fell from my lips in broken syllables, over and over, until my voice gave out. He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes locked on mine even as he wrecked me from the inside out, his mouth whispering words only I would ever hear.

“My queen,” he murmured. “You were made for me. Look at how well you take my cock. Such agoodfucking girl.”

I came with a sob, back arching, body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through me so hard I forgot everything but him.

He didn’t stop at one orgasm though, nor two or three. I lost count after that, each climax tearing through me like a hurricane.

I begged.

I pleaded.

He fucked me into full brutal surrender and then he fucked me some more. He fucked me until fresh tears were streaming down my cheeks, I was sobbing with every thrust, and I was a raw desperate broken thing.

“Come for Daddy. Don’t you dare stop, baby girl. You keep coming for me until I tell you to stop,” he demanded.

“Yes, Dadddddddyyyyyy,” I wailed.

Another orgasm tore through me and my world edged with black. My entire body went rigid, my pussy clamped around his cock like a vise, and my world tore to pieces.

I screamed.

He followed with a groan, burying his cock so deep inside me, his body trembling as he spilled his seed into me, holding me tight as if I might disappear if he let go.

When the world settled again, when the storm eased, he didn’t pull away. He lay over me, one hand stroking my hair, the other still wrapped around my waist, his lips pressing slow kisses into my damp skin.