Page 68 of Enforcer Daddy
"This what you want?" I asked, running my cock through her soaked folds from behind. "Want Daddy to fuck you like an animal?"
"Yes," she moaned, pushing back against me. "Please, yes."
I lined up and slammed back into her in one thrust, and her scream of pleasure told me everything I needed to know. She didn't want gentle anymore. She wanted to be claimed, possessed, fucked within an inch of her life.
And I was more than happy to oblige.
The position let me go even deeper, hit spots that made her whole body shake. I grabbed her hips, holding her steady as I pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last. The sight of her ass, still red from the spanking, bouncing with each impact, was almost too much. Add in the sounds she was making—desperate, needy, completely uninhibited—and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
But she was already climbing again. I could feel it in the way her pussy started fluttering, the way her moans got higher, more desperate.
"Touch yourself," I commanded. "Make yourself come again while I fuck you."
Her hand immediately went between her legs, and the moment her fingers found her clit, she was gone. This orgasm was even more intense than the first, her whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down so hard I saw stars.
"Don't stop," she begged, even as she shook with aftershocks. "Please don't stop. Want you to come inside me. Want to feel it."
Like I could stop now. Like I could do anything but give her exactly what she was begging for.
I needed to see her face when I came, needed to watch her eyes when I filled her with my cum. I pulled out again, and this time her protest was louder, more desperate.
"No, please, I need—"
"Shh," I soothed, flipping her onto her back again. "Not leaving, little one. Never leaving. Just want to see you."
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and the position made her eyes go wide. She was completely exposed like this, completely vulnerable, completely mine. I could see everything—her pussy swollen and dripping, her clit still throbbing from her orgasms, the way she clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled again.
"Please," she whispered, and there were tears in her eyes now. Not sad tears—overwhelmed tears, the kind that came when sensation and emotion became too much to contain.
I pushed back into her in one smooth thrust, and the angle made us both cry out. I was impossibly deep like this, hitting spots that made her whole body shake. Her hands clutched at my arms, nails leaving crescents in my skin, grounding herself as I started to move.
The sight of her beneath me was almost too much to process. My t-shirt had ridden up completely now, bunched under her arms, leaving her entirely exposed. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard and begging to be touched. Her stomach muscles clenched and released as she fought to take me deeper. And her face—fuck, her face was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Eyes wide and trusting, lips parted as she panted, cheeks flushed with exertion and arousal.
"You're perfect," I told her, the words torn from somewhere deep. "So fucking perfect, Eva. My perfect little girl."
She clenched around me at the praise, and I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. But I wanted to memorize this moment first, burn it into my brain so I'd never forget. The way the light caught the sweat on her skin, making her glow. The way her mismatched eyes looked at me like I was everything. The way her pussy gripped me like it never wanted to let go.
I increased the pace, pounding into her with everything I had. The position let me go so deep I could feel her cervix with each thrust, and she was making sounds I'd never heard before—high, keening wails that spoke of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her pussy was fluttering continuously now, right on the edge of another orgasm, and I knew when she came this time, I'd go with her.
"Look at me," I commanded when her eyes started to roll back. "Want you looking at me when I fill you with my cum."
Her eyes snapped to mine, and the connection was electric. We were beyond words now, communicating in gasps and moans and the slide of skin against skin. I could feel every pulse of her pussy, and I knew she could feel every throb of my cock. We were synchronized, two bodies moving as one, building toward something that would destroy and remake us both.
My balls were tight, that familiar tingle spreading up my spine. I was close, so fucking close, but I needed her with me.
"Come for me," I growled, shifting slightly to hit her g-spot with every thrust. "One more time, baby. Come on Daddy's cock while I fill you up."
That did it. She came with a scream that probably woke the neighbors, her whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. The rhythmic squeezing, the heat, the look of complete surrender on her face—it was too much.
I exploded inside her with a roar that didn't sound human. My cock pulsed again and again, filling her with what felt likeendless amounts of cum. I could feel it, hot and thick, painting her walls, marking her as mine from the inside. My hips jerked with each pulse, driving deeper, making sure every drop stayed inside her.
She was still coming, her orgasm extended by the feeling of me filling her. I could feel her pussy milking my cock, drawing out every last drop, her body knowing instinctively what it wanted. Her nails raked down my back hard enough to draw blood, and the pain only intensified my pleasure.
"Mine," I growled, still pulsing inside her. "Fucking mine."
"Yours," she gasped back, tears streaming down her face. "Always yours, Daddy."
The orgasm seemed to last forever, waves of pleasure crashing over us both, leaving us shaking and gasping. When it finally ended, when the last pulse of my cock had filled her, I collapsed partially on top of her, careful not to crush her but unable to hold myself up anymore.
