Her whole body jolted at the sound ofDaddyin that tone — deep, approving, almost proud enough to ruin her on its own.
I felt her pulse around me
“That’s my girl,” I murmured. “My perfect little sub. I want it. Give it to me. Give me that messy one. The overwhelmed one. The one you’ve never had before.”
I angled my hips and thrust deep.
And she broke.
It ripped through her, a sobbing, shaking, uncontrollable orgasm that left her gasping like she couldn’t find air.
Her body clenched around me so hard I swore.
“Fuuuuck—angel—yes—yes, that’s it—” I held her tight, pressing her down into the bed as her legs trembled around me.
She was crying, sensitive, overwhelmed, completely undone, and I praised her through every second of it.
“That’s my good girl,” I whispered into her hair. “So beautiful when you fall apart. So fucking proud of you. Taking it… taking all of it… giving Daddy something no one’s ever had.”
She sobbed again, clinging to me. I stroked her hair, kissing her temple, thrusting slow and shallow as she came down.
Her breathing was wrecked.
Her body was shaking.
I held her face between my palms. “Look at me,” I whispered, barely a breath. She did. Broken and radiant.
“You did so fucking good for me,” I said, kissing her mouth gently. “So good. My perfect little sub.”
“Daddy… I’m finishing…”
My whole body shuddered. I pulled back just enough to look down at her. Her eyes glassy and desperate.
Fuck.
I could come just from the sight of her.
I cradled her face in my palm, holding her gaze, my hips rolling slow and deep.
“Baby…” I panted, “I’m right there. I’m right on the edge.”
Her breath hitched.
“So I need to know…” My voice dropped into something darker. “…can you take me finishing inside you?”
She tried to answer but only a strangled little sound came out.
I leaned in, kissing her trembling mouth.
“Tell me,” I whispered. “Tell Daddy his perfect girl can take his come.”
She whimpered again, her nails dragging down my back.
“Y-yes… Daddy… inside… please?—”
A groan ripped out of my chest.
But I wanted more.
