He hisses out a breath and sweat beads on his upper lip. I bring him to my core and rub his crown a few times in my juices.
“Look at me, honey. Tell me who owns this slice of pink heaven?”
I look into his eyes, this man who’s becoming as essential to me as breathing. “You do,” I pant, on the verge of hyperventilating from how incredible this feels. “Only you, Daddy.”
“Fuck, yeah, I do.”
With a hoarse grunt, Brock slams into me.
I’m still nowhere near able to take him and the pressure makes me scream. The cords in his neck strain as he roars his pleasure and I wrap my legs around him, eager to take more, more,more.
My free hand digs into his back, desperate to hold on as pleasure sweeps me away. “Oh God!”
“That’s it. Dig those nails into Daddy’s back. Go deep, honey. Leave a mark on me, because I sure as fuck am going to imprint my cock in this exquisite cunt. From today, this is Daddy’s property. Trademarked and patented. Understood?” He slams harder inside me, grunts in approval when I scream.
“Yes! Please.Please!”
He wraps one hand around my throat and squeezes gently.
My brain short-circuits and I explode into a stormy, messy sea of pleasure, my teeth-grinding convulsions terrifyingly, sublimely never-ending.
Brock roars and demands more, his hands clasping and unclasping around my throat, prolonging my release until I’m scared there’ll be nothing left when he’s done with me.
I’m wrung dry by the time he flips us over and settles me over him. I whimper weakly when he continues to fuck me from below, my body pliant as he moves his thick cock in and out of my sopping hole.
I would be squirming with embarrassment by the squelching sounds we make if I had any energy left to expend.
With one hand fisted in my hair to tilt my head for his dirty kisses, and the other gripping my hip to hold me steady, Brock fucks me with slow, steady strokes until I come again.
Then with a deep, hoarse grunt, he shoots his loads, filling me to the brim. It spills out of me and coats our genitals and thighs.
Neither of us moves to clean up.
We kiss as we catch our breaths, lazily petting each other.
I’m filled with a profound happiness I can’t hide any longer. So I don’t. “Brock?” I murmur sleepily against his lips.
“Yes, honey?”
“I’m glad you barged in.”
“Me too, little girl. Me too.”