“Is this what you want, baby? Want Daddy to fuck you right here, where anyone could walk in and see my cock buried in your tight little pussy?”
I line the tip of my cock up to her soaked entrance. I rub it through her slick folds, pressing the head right against her clit, back and forth, making her whimper and sob.
“Yes,” she sobs, voice shaking. “Please… I need you.”
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“You!” she cries out. “It’s yours, it’s always been yours, Daddy!”
“Look at you,” I rasp, sinking just the tip inside, savouring the tight heat gripping me. “So fucking desperate to be ruined, such a pretty sight.”
And then I slam into her in one hard thrust.
She cries out, hands scrabbling for purchase on the table as I fill her to the hilt. She’s so fucking wet as I slide home, balls slapping her swollen pussy. Her inner walls clench around me, hot and wet and perfect, and the sound that rips from my throat is half growl, half worship.
“Fuck… you feel too good,” I choke, driving into her again, setting a punishing rhythm. “My good girl… my perfect fucking girl.”
She’s babbling incoherently, voice breaking as I pound into her, table creaking under our bodies. Every thrust drives me deeper into madness, into a place where nothing else matters but her.
“Fuck… so tight… squeezing my cock like you fucking love it.”
“I do,” she sobs, nails clawing at the table, body jerking with every thrust. “God—I love it—I love—”
I grip her hips so hard I know she’ll have bruises. My pace is savage, hips snapping forward, and every thrust draws a cry from her throat.
“That’s my girl, taking my cock like a champ. Let me hear how wet you are, how much you need Daddy’s fat cock in your little pussy.”
I reach around to slap her clit, and she jerks, moaning, as her pussy clamps down around me like a vice.
“That’s it. Fucking come for me. Soak my cock, sweetheart.”
Her climax crashes over her like a tidal wave. She sobs, her whole body shaking, and her pussy spasming in violent pulses around my dick, while she makes a fucking mess of me in the best way.
I curse viciously, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back so I can watch her face as I lose it.
“Fuck—I’m coming—”
I drive into her one last time and unload, hot and thick, spilling deep inside her clenching heat. My cock pulses again and again, every jet of cum forcing a broken whimper out of her throat.
We’re both trembling, sweat-slicked and panting, bodies pressed together, my spent cock still buried in her as her pussy flutters around me, and for a moment, the world narrows to nothing but her heat, her cries, and the thundering echo of my heart.
And even as the sharp edge of reality begins to creep back in—the guilt, the knowledge of how utterly forbidden this is—I know one truth:
I’d do it again.
Every damn time.
Because she’s mine and I’ll never stop wanting her.
“Let’s just run away.”
The words are little more than a whisper hours later in the dark of my hotel room. They slip out before I can stop them, raw and reckless, my breath still coming hard as it brushes over Lily’s flushed skin. For a split second, I think maybe, maybe she’ll say yes.
But then she pushes against my chest, clutching the sheet like it’s armour, and looks up at me. Her eyes are wide, shining in the low light, and all the hope in me goes cold.
She stares at me like she’s trying to memorise me, then whispers, “We can’t.” Her voice cracks, sharp and quiet, slicing through the space between us.
I close my eyes, jaw tight against the bitter truth of it.
