Sia obeyed, trembling, her hands braced against the leather seat. She heard his zipper, the rustle of fabric, then his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.
“No more running,” he said, and slammed into her.
Sia screamed into the headrest, her body arching as he filled her completely. He didn’t give her time to adjust, f*****g her with hard, punishing strokes , the car rocking with each thrust. He was deeper like this, hitting spots that made her vision blur, her knuckles white where she held the seat.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded, each word coming with a thrust.
“You… Haaah!… Daddy!… please—“
“Say it!”
“I’m yours!… f**k, I’m yours… G-ghhhh… oh, oh… aah.”
He reached around and found her c**t, rubbing merciless circles as he pounded into her . “That’s right. Mine to f*
