The way her cunt clung to me, desperate for more even when her voice cracked from overstimulation.
I watched it all.
Watched her fall apart again.
Watched her lose herself.
Watched her break.
And I smiled.
Because she was mine now.
My toy.
My kitten.
My filthy little masterpiece.
“Say it,” I growled, one hand gripping her throat from behind as I f****d her into the mirror.
She gasped.
“Say who owns this pussy.”
“You,” she moaned. “You, Daddy. Only you.”
“Louder.”
“YOU, DADDY—f**k—it’s yours—it’s all yours—I’m yours—”
And I lost it again.
Because hearing that?
Watching her reflection?
Feeling her cunt clamp down?
It shattered me.
I came again.
Harder.
Hotter.
Deeper.
Thick, endless ropes of c*m shot inside her, and I didn’t pull out.
I buried it.
Held her there.
