My grip on her hip tightened. “Baby… can Daddy move now? I want to really fuck your pretty pussy.” I rocked once, letting her feel my need.
She nodded, a look for pure pleasure on her face.
And fuck, I was gone.
My chest felt too tight to breathe. She was high onme.She gave it once in her life. Once. And she gave it to me.
My Crow blood roared so loud I almost saw white behind my eyes. Every instinct wanted to mark victories in her name, turn the city into a shrine she never had to be afraid in again.
“Baby I’m so fucking gone for you.”
How the hell did she make everything more intense?
Every sound, shift, gasp sharpened something feral inside me. Maybe because…until her…I’d only ever heard fake moans. Performances. Shallow sounds from women I didn’t care about while I focused on getting the edge off and getting back into the streets. That was all sex had ever been.
Release, rest, and move on.
But this, her, the way her lips parted, her chest rising fast, her thighs trembling around me.
This was something else. Her head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising hard.
I groaned, burying my face in her neck.
My pace built on instinct, stronger, deeper strokes that made her mouth fall open every time I bottomed out. Her legs wrapped tighter around my hips, guiding me deeper without even meaning to.
I lifted her slightly and pushed again.
She gasped, her hand flying to my back.
“Baby…I’m right here. Daddy’s right here.” I breathed, losing air, losing sense, losing everything but her.
Her hips met the next thrust, her moans wrecked.
She didn’t even know what she was doing to me.
I eased my hips back, then pushed deeper than I had all night.
She gasped, whole body lifting, the shock of it rippling through her thighs.
I did it again.
A longer glide.
A firmer push.
My cock stretching her in a way no one ever had.
And she let me.
Of course she did.
My girl.
My perfect obedient sub.
Her body already learning what it meant to give herself to her Dom.
“Good girl. You’re taking Daddy deeper.”
