I needed to hear it right.
“Angel, look at me when you say it.” I held her chin gently between my fingers.
Her eyes fluttered open, already close to breaking.
“Say you want Daddy to finish inside his perfect little sub.”
She moaned, needy sound that came from somewhere deep in her.
“I want it,” she whispered, blinking through tears. “I want you to finish inside me. I want to feel you—Daddy—please?—”
My cock throbbed so hard I nearly spilled right there.
But I kept going.
“You want me to fill you up?”
A slow thrust.
She gasped.
“You want Daddy to come inside his beautiful girl?”
Her back arched violently.
“Y-yes—yes—Daddy?—”
Another thrust.
Deeper.
Slower.
Cruel with how good it felt.
“You want me to mark you,” I breathed against her lips. “Claim you. Make you mine from the inside out.”
Her breath went to pieces. “Fuck—Daddy—I’m—I’m gonna?—”
I tightened my hand on her hip, grounding her.
“Come for me,” I growled. “Come while you tell me exactly whose cock you’re milking.”
Her cry broke.
“YOURS—Daddy—oh god—it’s yours?—”
And that was it.
Her orgasmhit, sudden, sharp, overwhelming, her whole body clamping down around me, pulsing so tight.
“Fuuuck—angel—” I choked. “You’re finishing from my words—fuck—fuck—baby?—”
She was sobbing, shaking, clinging to me. And the way she squeezed me, the way her voice broke on “Daddy,” the way she gave me that orgasm like she was offering something sacred.
It destroyed me. My rhythm shattered. Cradling her trembling body against mine while our breaths came in broken, uneven pants.
Her thighs twitched around my hips. Her fingers curled weakly at my chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut like she couldn’t bear the intensity of the moment.
