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“I don’t care,” she breathes. “I want to feel all of you.”

She has no idea what those words do to me. I push deep into her in one brutal stroke.

She cries out, body bowing, legs locking around my waist. I bury myself to the hilt, then hold, letting her feel it—every thick, aching inch. She clenches around me, moaning as her hands remain above her head.

“You like that?” I ask.

“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes.”

I pull out slowly, then slam back in. She jerks beneath me, her mouth falling open. I don’t ease up. I fuck her with purpose—deep and rough, but controlled. Her body takes it, every thrust pulling a moan from her lips.

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Good girl. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes—please?—”

“You want to be used?”

“Please, Daddy—harder?—”

My composure breaks.

I flip her onto her stomach, and pull her hips up. She whimpers but rises to her elbows, ass in the air, thighs spread wide. I grip her waist and sink back into her from behind. The angle’s deeper now. She moans into the sheets.

“You were made for me,” I growl. “Made to take all of me.”

She gasps, the sound high and bordering on desperate as she pushes back against me. Her hands claw at the bed and her thighs shake.

“Say it,” I demand. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours—Daddy, please—don’t stop?—”

I lean over her, chest to her back, one hand braced by her head, the other reaching around to rub her clit just how she likes it.

She shatters.

The moment she comes, her whole body locks up. She moans into the mattress, pussy clenching around my cock as she convulses in my arms. I don’t stop though. I don’t even slow down.

“You want me to fill you up?” I whisper, voice raw. “You want me to come inside you?”

“Yes—yes—please, Daddy—don’t stop?—”

That’s it. That’s what does me in.

I thrust one more time and then grind deep and spill inside her with a groan that tears from my chest. My orgasm hits so hard I can barely breathe. My hand fists in the sheets as I pump her full, wave after wave, hips jerking until I’m empty.

When I pull out, I watch my cum drip from her.

I press a kiss to her shoulder, then another to her temple as I pull her to me. I wrap one arm around her waist and pull her tighter, burying my face in her hair. Her breath is shallow.

I don’t speak. She doesn’t need small talk right now. She needs to feel me there while the world spins around her.

So I stay.

I breathe in the scent of her skin and let the silence settle between us. Her hand is still on my arm, fingers flexing occasionally like she’s making sure I haven’t gone anywhere.

I haven’t.

I won’t.