Page 52 of Daddy's Pursuit
It didn't really matter, she realized. Those words would not be contained. They were yearning to break free and she'd be miserable until she let them.
"I... love you."
He kissed her. "I love you, too. Oh babydoll. Daddy needs to have you."
She could feel his cock bumping against her pussy lips, so she shifted to help him inside.
"You can have me, Daddy. You can have all of me."
Jack began to thrust. Iris squealed in delight as she felt his hardness sliding deeper inside her.
"Yes!" she cried.
He was holding himself up above her with his elbows. Looking up, she was mesmerized by his flexing muscles, his pecs and abs, and his broad, powerful shoulders. She ran her hands over his triceps and licked her lips.
"Go faster, Daddy."
He kissed her but only picked up the pace a little. Just like he'd done earlier, he was going to make her wait a bit.
It was pure torture! Agonizing torment.
Finally, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he thrust hard and deep. She winced and gasped. It hurt, but only for the briefest of seconds.
That was enough, as it burned white-hot, and her vision went blurry as she gritted her teeth. She'd never been filled in such a way.
But then the pain turned into pleasure and the two combined were more than she could bear.
"Fuck!" she screamed, not caring about the word she was using.
Daddy didn't seem to mind. If anything, he was amused by her outburst.
"I can feel you, honey. I can feel your pussy gripping me. Your body knows what it wants."
"Yes! Yes, Sir!"
"Daddy will give you what you want."
"I need it!"
"Here it comes, sweet girl."
He pounded her hard. She could feel the pressure building. The sensation was almost overwhelming.
"Daddy!" she yelled, knowing what was about to happen.
"Come for me, honey."
"I can't hold it," she managed.
"Don't hold it. Let it go. Do it."
"Yes, Sir."
"Right now."
"Y-yes, Sir!"
What followed shook Iris to her core. The room spun, but after a moment, she had to pinch her eyes closed and hold on tight. The covers were tangled in her fingers as she gripped them. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open as she continued to ride the orgasmic wave.
