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God is testing me.

My control hangs by a thread as she pushes back, cradling my dick between her ass cheeks then bouncing it up and down like she’s twerking in some shitty club.

“Baby, stop.Enough.” I mouth into the shower spray, trying to fixate on something neutral but it’s impossible.

“But, we love each other, right?” It’s not just the water wetting her eyes now. “I just, I want you. I feel it, down in my tummy, like a knot that needs untied. Why don’t you want me?” The crack in her voice nearly breaks me and my cock is operating on its own agenda, my brain going off line.

“God, I do want you.” I drop my head, my need building up inside of me. My balls are heavy and burning with what I want to give her.

I see the disappointment on her face as I stand there, my dick in the crack of her ass, wondering how I let myself get here but not wanting to be anywhere else.

“It’s because I’m fat, isn’t it?” Those words gut me as a blush rises on her cheeks and my fingers twitch, landing on her hips, drawing her against me.

“Don’t you ever say that.” Anger washes over me and a roar I’ve been holding back for years fills my chest. “Don’t youevercall yourself that. You are perfect. Every fucking inch.”

“Thenfuckme.” Her sadness turns to demanding defiance as my dick strains against her.

“You don’t tell Daddy what to do,” I bite back, the tension between us as thick as the secrets.

“Then, I’m leaving.” She twists, but my hold is iron clad. “Let mego!” She bucks as I spin her around, facing the other wall, the shower water streaming down my back.

“You’re not going anywhere. You wanna fuck?”

“Yes!” She screams as the friction from her wet skin against my cock makes my balls pull tight. I’m so close, one shift and I’d be inside that cherry hole of hers. “I’m eighteen! I could go out and find someone else—"

That’s fuckingit. I know she doesn’t mean it but she’s crossed the line.

“You eventhinkof looking at another man, you better choose someone you hate because he’s going to be fucking dead. You want that?”

I bend her in half, tits hanging down as she yells and I crouch, driving the tip of my dick up and down through the wetness between her legs. Once I’m good and slick, I press her cheek into the wall as she slaps and twists.

I use the crack of her ass like a fucking sex toy, using her like an object as I dig my fingers into her tits.

“You’re always fucking pushing Daddy. Making Daddy do things. You’re driving me crazy, Mina.”

I surge up and down, up and down, releasing one of her tits to cup her pussy in my hand, jerking her body backwards as I hump against her, the thread of my control evaporating.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, but it’s me that’s sorry.

“I can’t stop.I can’t.” I lean down, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as I use her body for my own desperate relief, plasteringher against the wall until my balls heave and I unload all over her ass, two seconds away from taking her cherry bent over in the shower. “I’ll get inside you when it’s time. Not when you’re being a fucking tease. Not when you’re demanding. When it’s the right time, it’s the right time and I fucking decide.”

"Please, Daddy, I want to come, let me come—”

“Yes, baby. Yes—” I growl into her neck, palming her clit and kneading a nipple between my fingers.

We’re panting and spent as Mina floods my hand, the water washing away the secrets.

For now…

Eight

Jackson

I‘m not going to live through this.

Not another day.

She damn near had me barreling every inch of my cock into her virgin ass back in the shower and that’s not just rough, it’s dangerous.