He thrusted. His fingers circling my clit at the same time. He slammed me back into the wall, his mouth at my throat, his thrusts brutal with control, every movement a vow.
“That’s it,” he growled in my ear. “Let Daddy see. Let Daddy feel it. Ruin me, baby. Ruin me with how wet you are.”
I sobbed his name, barely conscious.
“Good girl. Float. Soak daddy’s dick.”
My body obeyed him and nothing else.
“Such a good girl for daddy, look at the mess you’re making for me. Oh, baby. I’m so fucking proud.” He pressed his forehead to mine again, panting.
“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered. “I love you like this—undone—open—mine?—”
Another gush.
Another broken groan from him.
“Baby—Daddy’s?—”
His voice broke entirely as he thrust deep, and finished inside me with a sound that tore straight out of his chest.
He stayed there, shaking, pressed fully against me, holding me up as my body melted into him.
“You’re staying on Daddy’s chest for the next hour. You’re too far gone to stand.”
His voice was so soft. He lifted me gently, still inside me, and carried me toward the couch again.
“You float, baby,” he murmured. “Daddy will keep you breathing.”
I didn’t feel the couch under me. Just him. Just the way his body stayed locked to mine like he was afraid gravity would try to steal me.
His breath was still shaking a little, the way it only did when he’d gone past restraint and into devotion.
“Angel… can you hear me?”
I nodded. Barely. His hand slid down my thigh, slow, tracing the wetness still dripping there. The sight made him gulp hard.
“Baby, do you think you can give Daddy more?”
The question hit me in the center of my chest.
“I… I think so.”
He cupped my pussy with his palm, fingers slick with the mess I’d made of him.
“You gushed all over me, sweetheart. Daddy loved that. Loved feeling you lose control. Loved feeling how far gone you were.”
A tiny sound escaped me, something helpless.
“But…” he murmured, sliding one finger slowly through the wetness, circling my clit lightly, coaxing, “I know my baby. I know there’s more inside you.”
My eyes fluttered.
“You want Daddy to get it out?”
The question was gentle.
Dangerous.
