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One more sigh. I adjusted my blouse in the rearview mirror, pinched some colour into my cheeks, and forced a smile. Totally professional. Absolutely not the sort of woman whose Daddy-issues-on-legs had been texting about her pussy two minutes ago.
I grabbed my portfolio, shoved the ache between my legs to the back of my mind, and finally opened the car door.
Chapter 15
Benedict
Until Poppy moved in with me, I could not leave her alone. Hell, I hadn’t lasted a single night. But as she slept beside me, my cock still buried deep inside her, I knew she was the one for me.
Our first encounter had blown me away—literally and figuratively. She had her project upstairs and a signed contract with my company. I’d been young when I married Rachelle, and I should have known better with Cassandra. Poppy was nothing like either woman. Too young, too sweet for a bastard like me.
I pressed a kiss to her shoulder before slipping my hand beneath the cover, cupping her breast. My thumb rubbed lazily over her nipple until it stiffened against my palm. I should have let her rest, but neither of us had work tomorrow, and I couldn’t resist the feel of her hot, tight cunt wrapped around me.
My Princess’s pussy was still wet from the last load I’d fed her. I felt myself swelling inside her at the memory. She couldn’t get enough of it—my filthy little addict—and I would never stop feeding her.
I’d been lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling with my cock twitching inside her. She slept so fucking peacefully, curled against me, lips parted, lashes fluttering like some sweet little innocent. Innocent, my arse. She’d taken every filthy thing I’d given her last night and begged for more. And now? She’d left me hard and sleepless, my head full of how she’d looked with my come dripping off her face.
By the time I rolled her onto her belly, I was seething with hunger. My cock slid out, wet and sticky, and I spat between her thighs before shoving back inside. She jolted awake with a muffled scream into the pillow.
“Yeah, Princess—wake the fuck up. You kept me waiting all night,” I growled, pounding into her. Her cunt was still slick with our mess, clinging around me. I spread her arse wide and shoved my thumb into her tighter hole, splitting both holes raw.
“Please—please!” she sobbed, fists knotting in the sheets.
“Please what? Please stop?” I snarled, driving harder.“Not a fucking chance. You wanted me in every hole, and you’ll take it until I decide you’re done.”
Her little arse lifted, offering herself back to me, and I gripped her hips so tight I knew she’d bruise. I slammed myself deeper until her cry broke into a scream. She wasn’t lying—her pussy really was a masochist. I’d never known another cunt that could take a beating like hers.
“That’s it, Princess—lift that greedy hole and take it. Feel my balls slapping your messy little cunt raw,” I grunted, sweat rolling down my temple as I kept pounding her into the mattress.
I bent low over her back, my chest pressed to her damp skin, my cock still slamming into her as I caught her ear with my lips.
“Listen to that, Princess. That’s your greedy cunt squelching for me—your hole begging to be used. Doesn’t matter how many times I fill you, it’s never enough.”
Her body bucked, strangled cries muffled into the pillow, and I licked the sweat from her neck. My thumb twisted deeper in her arse, my hips grinding harder.
“You love being split open, don’t you? Two holes full and still crying for more. My perfect little whore. Tell me whose cock owns this messy cunt.”
“Y-yours!” she sobbed, throat raw.
“Say it louder.” I bit her shoulder and shoved my cock so deep her body arched off the bed.“Say it so even God knows who owns your pussy.”
“Yours, Daddy! It’s yours!”
I growled into her ear, letting her feel the vibrations run through her body.“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear. Every filthy hole belongs to me, and I’ll wreck them until you can’t take cock from anyone else. You’ll bleed for me, leak for me, drown the sheets for me, and you’ll still spread those legs the second I tell you to.”
Her thighs trembled violently, her cunt clamping down in desperate spasms. I reached beneath her and rubbed her clit hard, circling fast while I kept driving her against the mattress.
“Come for me, Princess. Spray my cock. Make a mess like the dirty slut you are.”
Her scream broke, her whole body convulsing as liquid burst from her cunt, soaking us both. I snarled, grinding myself inside her quaking pussy, forcing her to ride out the flood while I whispered filth against her ear.
“Good little fountain… that’s it. Squirt for your Daddy. Drench my cock until you can’t breathe.”
I dragged myself out of her, cock slick and angry, and flipped her onto her back before she had a chance to catch her breath. She stared up at me with tear-wet lashes, her chest heaving, her cunt still trembling from the pounding. I fisted my cock above her, stroking hard, letting her see every twitch of my hand.
“Keep your mouth open, Princess. Eyes too. Don’t you dare blink. You’re going to watch what I do to you.”
Her lips parted, tongue peeking out as her hazel eyes locked on me. I stood over her, jerking faster, veins thick and pulsing.
