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“Vito!”
“Shhh, hold still,” he said as he steadied my hips with his hands. “Daddy’s going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”
Just like that, I didn’t give a damn about what was going on around me. Vito slammed inside of me, and my eyes rolled back. I held on for dear life as he fucked me relentlessly. The way he’d been before, soft and sweet, was gone.
And I adored this side of him too.
I bounced on his cock, my brain filled with infinite possibilities before us. Even when everything was said and done, I wanted to stay with Vito. He made me feel safe and desired. Even loved.
“Stroke your cock, baby,” Vito grunted.
As soon as the words left his mouth, I shoved a hand between my thighs. I worked my cock as my breathing came out on a shudder and heat danced over my skin.
“Daddy, oh fuck!”
“There you go,” Vito cooed. “Such a good boy. I can feel you tightening up around me.” He groaned and left a small bite on my shoulder. “You’re so good for me.”
Vito’s praise sent me right over the edge. I came so hard I saw stars, my cock tensing shooting out ribbons into the palm of my hand. My ass was flooded with warmth and I moaned as Vito filled me up.
I could get used to this.
Vito groaned and finally pulled free. Wet, hot cum slipped down my thighs and I savored the feeling. When Vito’s eyes met mine, I knew this was exactly who I wanted to lead me.
“Be my Daddy forever, Vito,” I pleaded as I turned around and held his face.
Vito grinned. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
Our lips met and I sank against him. Vito didn’t understand. I wanted him to be the man that stayed by my side. At least until the fantasy was forced to come to an end.
