Page 67 of Enforcer Daddy
I pulled back slowly, just a few inches, then pushed back in. Her whole body arched, a broken moan tearing from her throat.
"I'm going to move now," I warned. "Going to fuck you properly. You tell me if it's too much."
"It won't be," she said with complete certainty. "Nothing you do could be too much. I want all of it, Dmitry. Everything you have."
So I gave it to her. Slow at first, letting her adjust to the size, to the stretch. But with each thrust, her pussy gripped me perfectly, welcoming me home, and soon slow wasn't enough for either of us.
The rhythm we found was ancient, primal, something coded into our DNA that our bodies recognized even if our minds were blown apart. Each thrust drove deeper than the last, and Eva met every one, her hips rising to take me, her pussy gripping me like she'd die if I pulled out completely. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room—obscene, perfect, ours.
My hands couldn't stay still. They roamed her body like I was trying to memorize her through touch alone—gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, sliding up to pinch her nipples through the bunched-up shirt, tangling in her hair to pull her head back and expose her throat. Every new hold made her pussy clench around me, made her moan louder, made her need more evident.
"Harder," she gasped, nails raking down my back. "Please, Daddy, fuck me harder."
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. The position made her arch, changed the angle so I hit even deeper, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Greedy little girl," I growled, increasing the pace. "Already getting fucked by Daddy's cock and you want more?"
"Always more," she panted, fighting against my grip not to escape but to feel how thoroughly I had her pinned. "Always going to want more of you."
The honesty of it, the raw need in her voice, made something possessive and violent rise in my chest. I released her wrists only to grab her throat—not squeezing, just holding, feeling her pulse race under my palm.
"Open your mouth," I commanded.
She obeyed immediately, pink lips parting, tongue visible. I brought my other hand to her mouth, sliding two fingers inside, and she closed around them immediately, sucking just like she'd sucked my cock. The parallel wasn't lost on either of us—her mouth full of me while her pussy was full of me, claimed at both ends.
"That's it," I praised, fingers pressing down on her tongue. "Such a good girl, taking what Daddy gives you."
She moaned around my fingers, the vibration traveling down my arm, and I started fucking her harder. Really pounding now, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the wet sounds of her pussy taking me. Each thrust drove her into the rug, and she loved it—I could tell by the way her pussy fluttered, the way she sucked my fingers harder, the way her free leg wrapped around me to pull me even deeper.
My fingers in her mouth got wetter, her spit running down my hand, and I had a sudden, filthy idea. I pulled them from her mouth, trail of saliva connecting us for a moment, then brought that wet hand between us.
"Going to make you come now," I told her, fingers finding her clit, still wet with her spit. "Going to feel that tight little pussy squeeze my cock while you fall apart."
The first touch to her clit made her whole body jerk. She was so swollen, so sensitive, and I rubbed small circles while maintaining the punishing pace of my thrusts. The dualstimulation was too much for her—I could feel it in the way her thighs started shaking, the way her breath came in desperate gasps.
"Dmitry," she cried out, hands clutching at my shoulders. "I'm going to—fuck, I can't—"
"Come for me," I commanded, fingers working her clit faster. "Come on Daddy's cock like the good girl you are."
She broke apart beautifully. Her back arched completely off the floor, pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I had to fight not to come with her. She screamed—actually screamed—my name mixed with "Daddy" and curses and sounds that weren't words at all. Her whole body shook with the force of it, and I could feel her coming in waves, each one gripping me tighter than the last.
I slowed my thrusts, letting her ride it out, but kept my fingers on her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with the intensity. When she finally started to come down, I expected her to be done, to need a break.
Instead, she looked up at me with those impossible eyes, still dark with need, and said, "More."
"Eva," I started, concerned she was pushing herself.
"More," she insisted, rolling her hips to take me deeper. "Please, Daddy. I need more. Need you to use me, claim me, fuck me until I can't walk."
Christ. This woman would be my undoing.
"You just came," I pointed out, though my cock twitched inside her at her words.
"I can come again," she said with complete confidence. "I want to come again. Want to come while you're fucking me as hard as you can, while you're taking what's yours."
The permission in that—the demand, really—shattered the last of my control. If my little girl wanted to be fucked properly,wanted to be used and claimed and owned, then that's exactly what she'd get.
I pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the loss. But before she could protest, I was flipping her over, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, face pressed into the rug.
