“Gesù Cristo, Santo Dio.”Jesus Christ, God in heaven.
“Yeah,” Doc calls. “You get that.”
I pull January up by her hair so Doc and Bobby can see her tits as I pound her tight little cunt. The blood I saw on Doc’s fingers is now smeared all over my shaft and the sight of it only sharpens my arousal.
“Call me daddy,bella. Call me daddy while I fuck your cunt.”
“Daddy,” she wails. “Daddy! Daddy!Daddy!”
Her pussy flutters around me. She’s close. Very close. “Beg me to make you come.”
January’s eyes are glazed, her mouth half-open.
“Beg or I’ll pull out and leave you hungry.”
Her gaze flicks to Doc and Bobby. I laugh. “That’s how you think it’ll be? I turn you down, you go to one of them?”
I wrap her hair tighter around my fist. “Beg or I will pull out of your luscious pussy and lock you in that cage downstairs and this time my men will not help you. They’ll pull their cocks out and make you suck them through the bars instead.”
January gives a high whine. “No!”
I stop moving, my cock speared deep inside her. She gives a desperate sob, grinding up against me, trying to get more stimulation.
“Say, ‘please make me come, daddy.’”
“Please make me come, daddy,” she mumbles, still trying to pump herself on my cock.
“Again.”
She repeats the words, voice quivering with shame. This girl is mine. As long as I’m alive, she’ll cower in front of me, equally humiliated and excited. “You’re going to get what you want, Miss Whitehall, just open those pretty lips for me.”
She complies, and I grip her jaw and spit into her mouth.
The shock on her face, the absolute horror, spurs me to action. I fuck her roughly as she wails, her magic cunt rippling around me. “I’m sorry.I’m so sorry!”
I don’t know who she’s apologizing to, possibly God for being so unchaste, but I don’t care. She comes with a violent scream, struggling hard against my cock. I keep fucking her until she falls, half-conscious, onto the table then I spank her again, leaving a blistering red mark on her backside. “Say‘thank you, daddy.’”
“Thank you, daddy…”
“Good girl.” I clutch her hips, honing in on my own orgasm. “Tonight, I’m going to finish all over you, but soon you’ll take all of my cum and give me a child.”
January gives a low moan and the thought of it—this goddess round with my child—brings me to the edge. I tear myself from her clinging pussy and ejaculate on her ass. She lets out a squeak of surprise but holds still as I finish coming all over her. When I’m done, I stroke her hair and rub the back of her sweat-soaked neck.
“Good girl,” I croon. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve done so well.”
“So, you’re not hurting her,” a gravelly voice says.
I turn. Adriano is leaning up against the doorway, his arms folded across his chest.
I inhale, fresh oxygen cutting through the fog in my head. “What are you doing here?”
“Watching.”
January buries her face in her hands, but Doc laughs. “Bigfoot’s returned! What’s up, Adri?”
Adriano doesn’t look at him, his gaze is still on January. His green eyes are impossible to read in the semi-darkness. I tuck away my cock, then pick up another cloth napkin. “We’re not hurting her, Rossi. What’s your concern?”
Adriano takes a step into the dining room and watches me swipe the cum from January’s skin. His expression is easy to read. Pure, slack lust. He wants to fuck her and as always, he hates himself for wanting to fuck her.
