Page 66 of Deliah
My pride didn’t stand a chance.
“It’s yours, Daddy.”
He smiled. Dark. Possessive. Then he lowered himself, his mouth replacing his cock, tongue slow and devastating. Two fingers slid inside and curled just right.
“Oh—fuck—please, Damion…”
“You don’t get to come yet,” he growled.
“I—I can’t hold it…”
“Yes, you can. You will.”
He edged me once. Twice. Three times. Pulling away every time I was close. My thighs shook. My moans turned to sobs.
“Please… I’m begging… Please let me come…”
“You haven’t earned it yet.”
His tongue flicked, fingers curling. His voice in my ear. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy for months,” he whispered, dragging his lips across my inner thigh. “And now it’s finally mine.”
“I’m yours,” I cried. “Please—I can’t take it.”
“You will take it,” he growled. “Because you’re a good little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes—yes, I’m your good girl, your hungry little whore—please let me come.”
He gripped my jaw. “You come when I say. Not a second before. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He pushed in. All the way. No warning. I screamed.
“Say it,” he groaned, thrusting into me like he was punishing the walls I’d built around myself. “Say whose pussy this is.”
“Yours!”
“Who owns you?”
“You do!”
“That’s it,” he growled. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
He flipped me. Bent me. Fucked me deeper. Harder. My body was boneless, my mind gone. His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back.
“I want you to remember this. Every time you think about disobeying me. Every time you think about teasing me—remember how good it feels to be used properly.”
“Yes, yes, I will.”
He slapped my ass, the sound cracking through the room.
“Now,” he whispered. “Break for me, baby girl.”
And I shattered.
My body exploded in waves, my scream muffled by the mattress. He watched as I came undone, a guttural cry catching in my throat, my body jolting under him like he’d short-circuited something deep inside. He followed seconds later, burying himself inside me with a final, brutal thrust. A deep groan torefrom his throat as he came, his body collapsing onto mine in a heavy, possessive hold.
We lay there—sweat, breath, turbulence tangled together.
