Page 81 of Tick Tock, Boom!

"Please, Daddy... please."

He didn’t stop. Just teased and licked, his tongue dancing over my clit as I screamed his name, back arching off the bed. He didn’t give me time to recover. He fucked me with his fingers, edging me again, refusing to let me come.

"You're going to come on my cock this time, Kitten. I’ll be the one to ruin you. Again. And again."

He suddenly yanked me to the edge of the bed, lifted my hips, and slammed his cock into me.

I screamed. It was pain and bliss, the stretch of him making me sob as he claimed me, hard and deep.

"Mine," he growled into my ear, pounding into me like he owned me.

"Yours," I whispered, clinging to the sheets.

"Louder."

"I’m yours, Daddy."

He fucked me harder, deeper, grinding his hips into me until I was nothing but needy whimpers and moans. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, not with how thick he felt inside me, filling every inch until I was delirious from the pressure. My nails clawed into the sheets as I sobbed his name, my pussy clenching down on him never wanting to be left empty again.

And when I was barely coherent, when all I could do was cry and beg and whimper for more, he pulled out with a wet, filthy slap, flipped me onto my knees, and slammed into me from behind with such force the bed rocked.

"Fuck that feels good," he growled, hand cracking down hard on my ass. "Don’t you ever leave me again."

I moaned, my knees slipping forward from the brutal pace.

He gripped my hair, wrapped it around his fist like reins, yanked my head back and bent low, his breath hot on my skin. His tongue ran up the side of my neck, then he bit down, hard enough to make me cry out.

"This pussy is mine," he snarled. "You’re mine. You hear me, kitten? And if I have to fuck it into your memory, I will. Again. And again."

Each thrust slammed deep, his cock thick and unrelenting, dragging against my walls in the filthiest rhythm. He spanked my ass between thrusts, and I felt the sting bloom and then fade, each one marking me. My body shook from the onslaught, from the way he claimed me, from the sheer domination in his voice. I was unraveling once again, and he was the fire that made my entire bdy light up.

He was exactly what I needed him to me. Raw and violent in his claiming, bending me to his will and yet tender enough to make me shatter. He was everything I ever wanted, and I knew that there was no turning back from this. I was his. I’d always been his.

"Such a good fucking kitten. Always were. You always knew just how to take me, to beg for more with those moans, those filthy cries.”

I felt his cock jerk and I knew he was close. Tightening my pussy, I began to thrust back on him. He leaned back, watching me, grabbing my ass apart and squeezing the cheeks as I fucked at him.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he groaned as my pussy clamped around his thickness.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum so hard in this tight pussy.”

“Yes, Daddy. Please cum inside me,” I mewled sweetly.”

“Fuck,” he started to pound his hips into me. A hard fuck as he chased his release. He suddenly yanked me up against him, rutting inside me as his hand fingers found my clit.

“Cum on my cock, Kitten,” he ordered, and I cried out, writhing and grinding on him as we both found what we needed.

The orgasm came quick and shocking waves of pleasure made my pussy convulse on him, milking every drop of his. We collapsed onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and heat, sweat-slicked and gasping. His chest heaved against mine, his weight comforting in the best way.

His hand slid over my ass, soothing the reddened skin he’d punished moments ago, he leaned forward, giving it gentle kisses. He then traced the curve of my hip with his tongue, his fingers caressing the dip of my waist. He was petting me like I was something precious. Like I hadn’t just clawed and begged and screamed his name while he took me like a savage.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, voice thick and rough. His lips brushed my shoulder, then my neck. "I’ve missed the feel of you. All soft curves and that perfect heat, your body made for me."

I tensed, my heart stuttering. He noticed the change in me. He always noticed.

"Don’t," he whispered, curling his arm under my head to pull me closer. "I know what you’re thinking. I know you’re still scared to trust me. But you’re mine, Natalia. You always have been. And I’m never letting go again."

Tears welled in my eyes, stinging hot as I blinked them back. So many years lost. So much pain left unsaid.

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