I tried to breathe steadily but my body betrayed me, my back arched, my fingers curled into his shoulders, and every exhale sounded too close to a moan.
He kissed the underside of my jaw. “Fuck. Thats it.”
His hands held me steady, hips lifting into me again with the kind of rhythm he gave me when he was claiming without saying it.
He kissed the top of my shoulder.
“I know, baby, I know. Roll over. Back to Daddy, angel.”
I shifted carefully on his lap, easing forward, letting him guide me with steady hands until my chest met the mattress and my hips tilted back toward him. His palm smoothed down my spine, and it always made my breath stutter.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
He moved behind me, hands firm on my hips, adjusting me, settling himself. He pushed his dick in slowly. So. Fucking slowly.
My heart lurched. His hands slid over my waist, one flattening low on my stomach, the other guiding my hips back into him. His cock slowly sunk into my pussy.
“Baby…”
“This is where I live,” he murmured, chest pressed to my back, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Inside my girl. Inside my perfect sub.”
Heat pooled low in my stomach.
“There are no boundaries when I’m here. Not for me. Not for you. We don’t have them. We never will. Say it baby,”
One hard thrust.
“No, boundaries,” I gasped.
“Daddy, can do what I want with your pussy, can’t he?”
Another hard thrust, that stole my breath.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, such a good girl for me,” His hands moved of my ass.
My fingers curled into the sheets as he held me against him.
“I’ll always be inside you,” he murmured. “That’s who we are. That’s how we work. I finish… and you hold. You stay full for me like the perfect sub you are.”
“Vince…”
He pressed a kiss to my back, right below my shoulder blade. “Say it.”
“What?”
“That you’ll keep me. Every time Daddy finishes. Every time I fill my girl. That you’ll hold it because it’s mine.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Daddy. I will.”
“Oh—Fuck. Aren’t you a good girl for daddy. My perfect girl. Holding daddy’s come.” He slid his hand down my stomachagain, pressing me back against him, his breath hot at my neck. “I stay inside. Always. Even when you need to piss, say it.”
A shocked sound escaped me.
“You think I’m letting go of you for a second? Never. I carry you. I hold you. I take you to the bathroom with me still inside. Because you’re mine.”
Another long thrust, as his fingers circled my clit.
