“Yes you can,” he growled, biting my neck. His fangs dragging over the raw, swollen mark he left last night. “You’re made to take it. This p***y belongs to me now, doesn’t it, baby?”
I nodded furiously, my face still buried in the sheets, tears mixing with drool as he f****d another pulse of c*m inside me.
“It’s yours,” I gasped. “It’s all yours, Daddy. My p***y. My throat. My womb. It’s all yours.”
And he groaned like that pushed him over the edge again.
He thrust forward again, grinding that knot in just a little deeper. His c**k throbbing. His chest heaving against my back while I trembled and shook and leaked around him like my body didn’t know how to function without him inside me.
He collapsed on top of me. Breathing hard. Arms wrapped around my waist. Mouth kissing the side of
