“Yeessss, keep fucking me like that,” she whispered, her voice laced with sheer pleasure. “I like it when you’re this dominant.”
“Who owns this pussy?” I asked, spanking her ass.
“You do, Daddy,” she answered amidst moans.
“You’re mine, Kiera.”
“I’m yours.”
“Say it again.” Another spank.
“Uuuhh,” she moaned. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
I drilled her cunt with all my strength, my groin slapping loudly against her ass.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy.” She glanced back at me. “Go harder.”
I quickened my pace, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Yes, like that!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck—fuck—fuck!”
I pulled her hair, my waist slamming into her with relentless strokes.
“Your dick feels so good in my pussy,” she said, groaning deeply.
The faster I moved, the more I lost strength, but I didn’t stop. No. I kept going. Harder.
“Fuck, I’m so close!” she said, signaling her arrival. “Almost there, almost there…almost….” Her voice trailed off into a silent scream.
She dipped her hand between her legs and began rubbing her cunt. “Oh, my God, I’m coming,” she said, her toneweakened by the intense pleasure coursing through her. “I’m coming, Nial.”
My muscles contracted, and my face contorted in pleasure as I neared the edge as well. “Oh, fuck!”
“Come in me, Daddy,” she said, her sweet voice laced with a mix of urgency and desperation. “Do it—come in my pussy. I wanna feel you deep inside me.”
Those words snapped the tension building within me, and in the next second, I exploded. At the same time, her dam shattered.
“Fuccccckkk!” she cried, legs shaking, breath trembling.
She squirted over the seat as I groaned deeply, filling her up with my load. It was so warm inside, wet and slippery.
After emptying myself in her, I fell back onto the reclined driver’s seat, completely exhausted. I combed my damp hair backward, my breathing heavy and unsteady.
“Fuck, I needed this,” she said, turning to face me, a small, satisfied grin tugging at her lips. “Thank you,” she murmured, hovering over me.
My response was a smirk.
She kissed me again, then lay on my body, her head on my chest. The car’s cabin fell silent, except for the sounds of our labored breaths.
My fingers slowly traced down her spine as I thought about how nothing was going to stop me from marrying her. The connection between us had clearly transcended beyond the physical, and I now wanted more.
I couldn’t get enough of her, just as she couldn’t get enough of me. Perhaps this was a sign we were meant to be together.
Right?
Chapter 25 — Kiera
~Two Weeks Later
