I looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, my voice hoarse from the abuse my throat had taken as I whispered, “What now, Daddy?”
He smiled down at me, that same dark, possessive curve of his lips in place as he reached down, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me up to sit on the edge of the couch. My legs dangled off the side, thighs spread slightly, his c*m still oozing from my folds as he stepped between them and towered over me again.
“Now,” he said quietly, “I am going to f**k that tight little p***y hard, until you cannot walk straight tomorrow, until every step reminds you of Daddy’s c**k stretching you, filling you, owning you.”
My breath caught as I nodded. “Yes… please. f**k me, Daddy. I need it.”
He gripped my chin and tilted my head up, forcing me to hold his gaze. “Beg properly.”
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