“M-more,” she demanded, her fingers sinking on my shoulders.
“Whose pussy is it, Princess?” I grunted, slamming inside her, feeling her legs tremble around my waist. “Hm? Who does this pussy belong to?” I asked, rubbing her sensitive clit.
Her hazel eyes gleamed as she gasped out, “Y-you.”
“Say. It.” I demanded, thrusting after speaking each syllable.
“You, James!” she cried out, her skin glowing with a red flush and sweat. “It belongs to you, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” I whispered, rewarding my princess with a soft kiss, slowing my pace but hitting deeper and harder to rub against her g-spot. “It’s mine. Are we clear?”
“Mhmm. Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I muttered in the crook of her neck, tightening my hold on her waist. “Such a good girl. I’m going to make you cum again, hm? My sweet princess slut deserves more orgasms.”
I chuckled when her walls clamped me hearing my dirty words whisper against the shell of her ear. Pulling back to look at her face, I considered myself the luckiest person that Mia chose to have sex with. Trusted me enough to be so open and vulnerable.I wanted to protect this girl.
Noticing my expression, her arms tightened around my nape and pulled me closer to kiss her. I hummed, swallowing her soft moans and licking her bottom lip.
No. She’s mine. Others would use and exploit her. I’d keep her safe. I’d take care of her. I’ll do whatever she tells me to.
“Please, Daddy,” she whispered, her legs quivering as my pace quickened.
I strummed my fingers faster over her little bundle of nerves and held her close when she exploded beneath me in another wave of orgasm. My balls tightened, feeling the tightness of her heat, my hips jerking faster, trying to ride out her orgasm as long as I could before letting out a low groan and spilling inside her.
My eyes squeezed shut as I kept plunging and pushed my cock deep until I hit the hilt and stayed there. My shoulder drooped, and I fell over her, keeping my weight off of her body and nuzzling my face between her breasts.Fuck me.My balls were empty and dick was sensitive, but I’ve never felt so good after an orgasm. I could feel the sharp burn on my back where she must have scratched me and smirked, kissing her soft skin.
“You okay, Princess?” I asked, my voice hoarse. I peered from her chest, stroking her shivering body and slowly releasing her legs as she blinked at me from her half-lidded eyes.
“I need…” I straightened up, waiting for her to complete her sentence. I would give her any fucking thing she wanted. She took a deep breath and said, “I need a minute.”
Worried, I slowly pulled out and seeing her frown, my heartbeat increased.What the fuck? Did I hurt her?I checked her body for any bruise and even between her legs—
“Stop.” Mia tried to wave me off when I spread her legs and checked her pussy, bending down. “What are you doing?” she squeaked out when I slid my finger over her sensitive folds with furrowed brows.
“You didn’t even bleed. Are you hurt?” I demanded, cupping her cheek. “Does it hurt anywhere? Did I hurt… you?”
If I did, I was ready to chop my hand after taking care of her.
“You didn’t.” Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she shook her head. “You didn’t hurt me, Daddy.”
Her sweet whisper relieved me, but I still needed to know if she was okay. “Then?”
“I just needed a minute to form words.”
I blinked at her. Pursing my lips when she covered her face with embarrassment. But I was too proud of myself to not smirk and tease her about it.
Prying her hands off of her flustered face, I whispered, “Did I fuck you so good that you forgot how to think, Princess?” Her cheeks turned redder. “Did Daddy fuck you that good, hm?”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“You love it. Don’t move.” I kissed her forehead and left her on the bed, making my way to her ensuite. Removing the condom, I cleaned myself and took a wet washcloth back to her room. My heart stuttered seeing the sight of her on her queen-size bed, and I wanted to fuck her again.
“I can do it myself.” She sat up and tried to bat my hand away, but my grip tightened on her leg.
“Good princesses let their daddies take care of them. Let me.” I gave her a stern look and gently cleaned her, making sure she wasn’t bleeding or had any bruise.
“Does it hurt anywhere?” I asked again, kissing her knee for being so well.