Page 14 of Claimed By Daddy

My fingers knead the knotty muscles across his back, digging into them as he repeatedly slides the entirety of himself into me. His lips trail up down my neck—sucking and lightly biting as he drives into me. “It feels so good…” I tangle my fingers in his hair as he travels along my throat. My clit throbs and I quiver around his length. “I’m gonna come, Daddy…”

“Don’t tease me, princess,” Enzo groans against the crook of my neck, palming my breast as his thrusts grow more zealous. “Come all over my cock.” My body follows his command without hesitation. Screaming out in pleasure, I fist my handful of his hair and rake my nails across his back. He hisses against my neck and drives into me so hard and deep it almost hurts.And I like it…

“Ugh… I’m not gonna last, princess, if you keep coming like that.” Crashing his lips against mine, Enzo claims my mouth as he plows into me. He swallows my moans and screams as he makes me come again. And again—and I don’t know how much more I can take.

Breaking our kiss, Enzo props himself on his forearm beside my head. He wraps my leg around his waist and thrusts ungodly deep. Repeating the motion over and over until he’s taking me hard and fast. Every drive is blissfully painful, and I claw at his back as breathy screams billow from my lungs. He doesn’t relent, pulling a string of violent orgasms from me until my whole body is quivering uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he stops and pulls from me before vigorously fisting his thick length until streams of cum shoot from the tip. They spray over my pussy and stomach. “Fuuuuck,” Enzo breathlessly grunts, rubbing his hand over the thick head and drawing out a few final drops of his release, letting them drip onto my skin. “Mine,” he gravelly whispers, rubbing his tip through the creamy white splatters, thoroughly smearing them over the lips of my pussy. “Who does this perfect little cum-covered pussy belong to?”

Still struggling to catch my breath, I answer without hesitation, panting, “Daddy… It.... Belongs... To... Daddy.”

Eavan’s hair is the first thing I see when I wake, struggling against the bright sunlight to open my eyes. A wild, soft tangle of coppery red hair draped over my arm and splayed across the pillow behind her. Her cheek rests lightly against my chest, her breaths slow and even—the faint rise and fall of her chest syncing with mine. One of her hands is splayed across my ribs, and the other is tucked between us like she’s meant to be here. Like this isn’t completely and utterly wrong.

I glance down at her and then stare at the ceiling with my jaw tightening.I shouldn’t have done this. Everything in me is screaming it. Joking and flirting with her washarmless.Or so I lied to myself.She is Cillian’s sister.His little sister.And not just in that overprotective way some guys throw around; I know firsthand that he’d kill for her. He already has. Cillian is my best friend. He’s fucking family. One of two people in this world who have had my back through more chaos than I can count. One person in my life that I’d never want to betray.But I did.

I can’t say it was an accident. I can’t say it happened without thinking. Because the truth is, Ididthink. I thought about it too much. I knew exactly what I was doing last night—every single second of it.Both times.From pulling her over my lap, to cleaning myself from her, and eventually falling asleep with her in my arms. It’s what I’ve been thinking about since he paraded her in here with that perfect ass draped over his shoulder. It’s what I’ve been dying to do since the first time she opened those pouty pink lips of her bratty little mouth.She needs this as badly as I do.

Staring down at her asleep with my half-numb arm beneath her, I try to tell myself I don’t want this, but I can’t bring myself to believe the lie. Because even though I know I crossed a line—one Cillian might kill me for—there’s a part of me that doesn’t regret a damn second of it.

Eavan stirs slightly, nuzzling closer to me. Her breath blows across my collarbone, and I swear my heart skips a beat. Settling back into me with a quiet sigh, her hand slides across my stomach until it’s resting flat against my chest.

She shifts again, murmurs something too soft to catch, and her hand tenses. I’m flooded with guilt, knowing that Cillian is going to find out. Because as much as I knowthis was wrong and shouldn’t have happened, all I can think about now is how much I want it to happen again.

I shut my eyes and draw in a slow, deep breath trying to calm my rapidly growing cock. And I’m not proud when my thoughts immediately drift back to last night and the way she looked at me when I marked her as mine. How easily the words “yes, Daddy” fell out of her mouth. And how unbelievably perfect she felt curling against me as we talked until the moon was high over the city.

I should get up. Put some space between us, because I should be the responsible one and not let this happen again.It can’t happen again.Not if I have any hope of salvaging what’s left of my conscience or my friendship with her brother. But I can’t bring myself to do it. Her presence quiets something in me I didn’t knowneededto be silenced.

Her long lashes flutter, and her bright emerald eyes slowly open. “Morning,” she groggily whispers as her gaze meets mine. And just like that—I know there’s no going back. I’m already in far too fucking deep.

“Good morning, princess.” I slide my arm from beneath her and pull her under me.

“Again?” Her laugh is coy.

“Daddy can’t get enough of your perfect little pussy.” When I drag her hand to my hard cock, her eyes widen, and she wraps her hand around it. I kiss her lips, her chin, and then pepper a trail down her neck to her collarbone as she lightly fists my cock. “And I still haven’t had the pleasure of tasting you.” My lips travel over her ample breasts—pausingbriefly to suck on both of her already taut, rosy nipples—and down her stomach. Reaching her pussy, I press my face to her and inhale her sweet, musky scent—a feral growl of need rattling in my chest.She smells like fucking heaven.

Spreading her pussy open, I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of her glistening pink flesh. I run my tongue from entrance to clit, loving the way she reacts to my touch. “You taste so fucking good,” I groan against her plump lips. Swirling my tongue, I lick and suck at her until her arousal is dribbling over my chin and her hips are bucking against my face. She writhes against me as she cries out her release, and I need more.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I hold her wide and pull her back to my mouth. I feast on her relentlessly—unable to get enough of her throbbing clit or her delicious taste. Her hands claw at the sheets and thread through my hair—her thighs shaking violently in my tight hold as I pull another orgasm from her.

I loosen my tight grip and leisurely stroke my cock as I sit between her thighs—relishing in the fully satiated look of euphoria on Eavan’s flushed face. After affording her a moment of reprieve while I wipe her arousal from my face with the back of my hand, I pull her into my lap. “Are you too sore to climb on Daddy’s cock?” She shakes her head, and I firmly grip her voluptuous ass and lift her from my thighs. Holding her up on her knees with one hand, I grip my rigid cock with the other and press it to her warm, wet entrance. “Show me how much you love the feel of me inside of you.”

My hands glide up her back as she tentatively lowers herself over my thick shaft with a cracked groan. She drops over the last few inches, quickly burying me to the hilt, causing my head to snap back with a groan. She’s so fucking tight around me; it feels like I almost don’t fit. Cupping her ass, I guide her movements—showing her how to work herself over my length. I kiss along her neck with a pleased moan as she eagerly follows my silent instruction.

“Yes. Just like that, princess,” I mumble against her throat when she swirls her hips. My hands roam over her soft skin, my lips and tongue sampling every inch I can reach with them, licking the salty sweat from her skin. Her movements grow erratic, her hips sputtering as she struggles to maintain her rhythm. “Don’t stop,” I groan. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she pants.

“Rock your hips for me and lift that perfect ass a little as you ride me,” I instruct. Grabbing her ass, I help her grind her hips faster and vigorously slide herself over me.And fuck… she does it so fucking well.“You feel so fucking good,” I grit through my teeth, desperately fighting my need to come before she does. Her already tight pussy constricts around me seconds before her head falls back with a guttural cry. Watching her eyes roll back and her lower lip quiver in bliss as she squeezes my cock like a vise, I nearly spill into her.

“Fuck,” I grunt, gripping her ass so hard I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t bruise. Holding her tight to my hips and staying buried deep inside her, I lift us from the mattress just enough to twist and pin her to it beneath me. I drive into her withoutabandon, taking her hard and fast—wanting nothing more than to fillmytight little pussy with cum.Needing desperately to fill her.

Sweet, pained whimpers blow over her lips as I fuck her. She comes again, her heels digging into the back of my thighs, and her nails painfully dragging through the flesh of my upper back. My hands roughly fist her hips, holding her firmly beneath me. Grunting through every violent thrust, I fuck her even harder as she repeatedly unfurls—unable to push away this foreign idea of breeding her.

The thought of watching me drip from her tight little pussy flashes through my thoughts and it does me in. I drive into her with a roar, pulling out a second before spilling inside her—my release spraying onto her upper thigh and the sheets beneath her. That was close.Too fucking close.Stroking her face and pressing my lips to hers, I struggle to catch my breath and try to understand this sudden compulsion to finish inside her. A risk I have never taken with a woman before Eavan.Fuck, she’s the first woman I’ve ever slid into bare.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I insist, when our racing hearts have slowed. I help her from the bed and immediately notice the barrage of fingertip-shaped bruises forming across her hips and ass. “Fuck, princess”—I rub my hand over the marks I left on her—“Did Daddy hurt you?”

“No, Daddy.” She vigorously shakes her head, looking down at the source of my concern. “You didn’t hurt me.”

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