“Yes, Daddy. Fuck, yes?—”
His hand fisted in my hair suddenly, yanking my head back, and I cried out from the pleasure. He used the grip to pull me back onto his cock, controlling my movements completely.
“That's it. Take it. Take every fucking inch of Daddy's cock.”
He was fucking me hard now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with our harsh breathingand my desperate moans. Every thrust punched the air from my lungs, every pull on my hair sent sparks down my spine.
“Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.”
“Greedy little slut.” But he complied, slamming into me with bruising force. His free hand gripped my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. “This what you need? Need Daddy to wreck this hole?”
“Yes—fuck—yes?—”
He pulled my hair harder, arching my back at a painful angle, and somehow managed to get even deeper. He was stretching me open.
“Gonna breed this hole,” he grunted. “Gonna pump you so full of come it leaks out for days. Everyone's gonna smell me on you. Gonna know who you belong to.”
“Yours, Daddy. I'm yours?—”
“Damn right you are.” He released my hair only to grab both my hips, using the leverage to pound into me relentlessly. “My hole to fuck. Mine.”
I was reduced to incoherent moans and gasps, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. My cock hung heavy between my legs, leaking steadily onto the sheets, untouched and desperate.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Want you to come on my cock while I breed you.”
I reached down with my good hand, wrapping it around my aching cock, and stroked in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming—his bare cock pounding into my hole while my hand worked my shaft.
“That's it. Stroke that cock while Daddy fucks you. Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna make you mine in every way.”
His pace was brutal now, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, your hole is perfect. Gripping me so tight. Like you never want to let me go.”
“Don't want to. Want you inside me always?—”
He groaned at that, thrusts getting erratic. “Gonna give you what you want. Gonna breed this hungry hole.”
His hand came down hard on my ass making me cry out. Then again, harder, and I felt the sting spread across my skin.
“Take it. Take everything Daddy gives you.”
He spanked me again and again, timing each slap with a particularly deep thrust, and I was losing my mind. The pain mixed with the pleasure until I couldn't tell them apart, could only exist in the overwhelming sensation of being used and claimed.
“Please, Daddy. Please breed me. Want to feel you come inside me?—”
“Not yet.” He slowed his thrusts deliberately, going deep and grinding against my prostate. “Not until you beg properly.”
“I am begging?—”
“Louder. Tell me what you need.”
“Need your come, Daddy. Need you to breed my hole and fill me up. Please—fuck—please give it to me?—”
“That's better.” His hand fisted in my hair again, pulling my head back. “But I want you desperate for it. Want you so fucking needy you can't think straight.”
He fucked me with long, deliberate strokes, each one hitting my prostate and making my cock leak. He kept me right on the edge, never quite enough to push me over but too much to let me come down.
“Daddy, please—I need—I can't?—”
