She looks up at me then, something fierce and tender in her gaze. "No one's ever cared about me like that before."
The vulnerability in her voice, in her eyes—it sparks something primal in me. My cock hardens painfully fast, need surging through me with the force of a tidal wave. I need to claim her. Need to remind myself that she's safe, she's here, she's mine.
I grab her wrist, pulling her up onto my lap, mindless of my injuries. She gasps, straddling me, her hands bracing on my shoulders.
"Woodrow, your hands?—”
"Don't care," I growl, my hands already pushing up the hem of her dress—my t-shirt, knotted at her waist to make it fit better. "Need you. Now."
Her pupils dilate, that sweet flush creeping up her cheeks that tells me she wants this as much as I do. "Yes," she breathes, lifting her arms so I can pull the shirt off in one smooth motion.
She's naked underneath—has been walking around my cabin with nothing but my shirt covering her perfect body. The thought makes me even harder, my cock straining against my jeans.
"Such a good little girl," I praise, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks. "Walking around ready for Daddy's cock whenever he wants you."
She moans, grinding down against my erection, her bare pussy leaving a damp spot on my jeans. "Only for you," she whispers, her fingers working the buttons of my shirt. "Only ever for you."
I stand suddenly, lifting her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, arms looping around my neck. The movement sends a stab of pain through my ribs, but I ignore it, carrying her to the bedroom.
I toss her onto the mattress, watching her bounce slightly, hair fanning out around her like a dark halo. She's so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her sometimes. So perfect. So mine.
"Take those off," she urges, nodding at my jeans as she spreads her thighs, giving me a view of her glistening pussy. "Need you inside me."
I strip quickly, hissing as the movement pulls at my bruised ribs. She starts to sit up, concerned, but I push her back down, covering her body with mine, pinning her to the bed.
"No one takes you from me," I growl, positioning myself at her entrance. "No one touches what's mine. I'll kill them all first."
"Yours," she agrees, her small hands framing my face. "All yours, Woodrow."
I thrust into her in one smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt in her tight heat. We both groan at the sensation—her perfect pussy stretching around my cock, taking me so completely.
"No one takes you from me," I repeat, establishing a hard, claiming rhythm. "No one takes what's mine. I'll breed you right here to prove it."
Her eyes widen at my words, her inner walls clenching around me at the promise. "Yes," she moans, lifting her hips to meet each thrust. "Please, Daddy."
The pain in my hands—all of it fades away, replaced by the primal need to claim, to mark, to possess. I hook my arms under her knees, spreading her wider, driving deeper.
"Look at you," I praise, watching where our bodies join, my cock glistening with her arousal each time I pull back before slamming home again. "Taking Daddy's cock so perfectly. Made for this. Made for me."
"Only you," she gasps, her hands clutching at my biceps, nails digging into skin. "Only ever you."
I lean down, ignoring the protest from my ribs, to capture one perfect nipple between my lips. I suck hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, making her arch beneath me with a cry of pleasure-pain.
"Gonna fill you up," I promise, moving to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. "Pump you so full of my seed it takes root. Make you round with my baby so everyone knows who you belong to."
Her eyes roll back, her breathing growing ragged as I pound into her. She's close already—I can feel it in the fluttering of her inner muscles, see it in the flush spreading down her chest.
But I need more. Need to see her completely undone beneath me. Need to know she's safe, she's mine, she's never leaving.
I slip a hand between us, finding her clit, circling it with my thumb as I continue thrusting into her welcoming heat.
"Come for me, little girl," I command, my voice rough with exertion and emotion. "Come on Daddy's cock. Show me how good I make you feel."
"Woodrow!" she cries out, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm hits. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vise, rhythmic pulses milking my cock, drawing me deeper.
The sight of her coming apart beneath me, because of me, pushes me over the edge. I slam into her one final time, grinding against her as my release tears through me. Jet after jet of hot cum fills her womb, marking her from the inside, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
"Mine," I groan, collapsing onto my forearms to keep from crushing her with my weight. "All fucking mine."
