"So wet for Daddy," he says. "Do you want to come all over my cock now, little bird?"
I nod eagerly. "Please, Daddy."
He strokes my clit harder while squeezing my throat with his other hand.
"Beg for it," he orders.
"Please," I whine. "I can't take it anymore. I need your come inside me."
He buries himself all the way to the hilt and starts fucking me with shallow thrusts of his hips. Release builds inside me like a volcano about to erupt. He fucks me hard and fast, making my breasts bounce wildly with the force of his thrusts.
"Get messy all over me, little bird," he says. "Show me just how much you love being mine."
I come screaming.
The pressure inside me is too much, and I feel it happening again. It's the same kind of release I had two nights ago when he fucked me with his fingers. It's only after I come that he turns me around.
His dark eyes are fixated on mine as he thrusts his cock back inside me.
"I want to look into your eyes as I fill you with my come," he says, grinding his cock inside me as he fills me with hiswarm seed. “I need to have your innocent eyes on me while I impregnate you.”
It's the sexiest thing. I love watching him lose himself inside me. I love the complete ownership in the way he grabs my hips to pull me closer.
I love being his.
He presses kisses to my neck after he empties inside me, praising me and telling me I’m a good girl. We’re skin to skin now. Our hearts beat as one.
I trail my fingers down his chest.
“Dante, can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” He presses a kiss against my bare shoulder.
“I would like to see my sisters,” I tell him.
He stills and looks into my eyes.
“I’ll have it arranged,” he says.
"Thank you," I say, tugging him closer and placing a kiss on his lips. "And there's something else I want to ask you. I would like to walk around the city on my own."
He hesitates. I knew he wouldn’t like the idea of me going anywhere alone.
"Any reason you don't want me to come with you?" he asks.
"Because I know you have a lot on your plate already,” I say. “And also, this might sound a little silly, but I’ve always wanted to walk around a new city on my own.”
I leave the rest of it unsaid.
After the kind of childhood I had, I don’t like to feel caged. Every once in a while, I need my own space.
He stares at me for a moment. I can see the reluctance in his eyes. I also see the second he gives in.
“You can go under one condition," he says. "I want you to stay on the phone with me the entire time. And I want you to carry a weapon."
"I'm not good with guns," I say. "I'd probably accidentally shoot myself."
"Pepper spray in your bag. A knife strapped to your body. And a personal alarm device. And before you object, I want you to know that these are nonnegotiable."
