For over a year she had hidden herself away.
Hidden my daughter from me.
It didn’t take long to remind her who was the boss.
“Did I say that you could suck my cock?” I drawled, shifting my hands from behind my head to move her hair from her face.
Those blue eyes met mine and I almost cracked when she slowly pulled off with a pop—the sound of it, the deliberate eye contact—before she used her tongue to bathe me instead. Up and down, the flat of her tongue dragging along my length, pausing to trace the head, circling my balls with the patience of a woman who had decided that if she was doing this she was doing it properly.
I had plans for that mouth. But my mission was to breed her again. To drown her pussy in my seed and begin the cycle all over again. She would never leave my children and I’d never stop breeding her.
I grabbed a pillow and lay it on the mattress.
“Lie on your belly,” I instructed.“Keep your legs closed.”
She worked her tongue up my length to lick the head one last time before she changed positions. Her hips rested on the pillow, legs closed, elbows wedged beneath her as she held her head up. Her ass was a little wider than before—the body keeping its own record of Runa—the way it tapered to her waist and the arch of her spine making me impatient in a way I hadn’t planned for.
I climbed over her legs, my thighs brushing the backs of hers as I settled above her. The heat of her rising to meet me. The sopping mess between her legs was pitiful. I gripped her by her ass, pried her open with my thumbs and nestled my cock between her heat.
A soft sigh left her.
I used the crease of her ass to rub my cock against her. With every drag along her exposed flesh her breathing grew louder.
“Do not wake the little one,” I warned, dragging the tip over her crack and to her pussy opening.
“Yes,” she gasped, trying to raise her ass. Offering herself to me.
Her pussy was tight. Even as I squeezed the tip inside her, the entrance hugged me as I proceeded.
“Oh god,” she huffed between pants.
“That’s it, give me your pussy,” I said, leaning close to her ear.“Feel me stretch you open again.”
I sank deeper, thrusting forward, causing her to moan. I clamped my hand over her mouth.
“If you wake her, you’ll sleep with my dick in your mouth tonight.”
Her body tensed beneath me. She nodded.
I pushed myself upright to watch her soak my cock as I pumped back and forth. Her muscles twitched around me as she accommodated me. The thought of seeing her belly swell again made me move faster.
I fell over her, catching my weight on my hands either side of the pillows. My chest pressed to her back, I inched my knees out to widen my stance and before she could react I flung my hips back before driving into that hot wet hole.
She pressed her face into my pillow to stifle her cry.
There was no stopping me. Every time I pummelled my way inside my heavy balls whacked her wet flesh. I slid my hands beneath the pillows and kept my weight on my elbows so I could continue to fuck the disobedient little cunt—months of anger and frustration vented with each stroke, hammering back and forth while she cried into the pillow.
Deep.
I was in so deep I held myself inside her for a moment, grinding against her ass until her head rose off the pillow.
“Beg for me to breed you, Iskra,” I hissed close to her ear, easing back before slowly pushing back into her pliant flesh.“Beg for your husband’s come. Beg.”
I listened to each broken word, keeping her on edge with shallow strokes. Her words were music. Then I thrust deep, knocking the air from her lungs. Her words became a jumbled mess as her pussy began to flutter.
All thoughts of tormenting her were gone.
The need to drain my balls superseded everything else.
