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Megan's chest is heaving, her eyes glassy behind the lace mask. I rise to my knees, my gaze never leaving hers.

"Turn over."

Megan blinks, still dazed. "What?"

"Turn over," I repeat, my voice firm. "On your hands and knees."

She obeys slowly, rolling onto her stomach and pushing herself up. I reach behind her and unhook her bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Then I run my hands down her back, over the generous curve of her ass, squeezing and kneading.

"Fucking beautiful," I murmur. I deliver a sharp smack to her right cheek.

Megan gasps, her back arching.

"You like that?" I smack her again, harder this time, and watch the pale skin turn pink. "Answer me."

"Yes, Daddy," she moans.

"Good." I grip her hips and pull her back against me, my cock sliding through her wetness. "Because I'm going to fuck you just like this, and I want to hear every sound you make."

I reach for the condom I brought, tearing open the wrapper and rolling the latex down my length. Then I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat.

"Tell me you want this," I command.

"I want it," Megan gasps. "Please, Daddy, I want you inside me."

I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her body stretch to accommodate me. Megan's mouth falls open, a low, desperate moan spilling from her lips.

"Fuck," I grit out. She is so tight, so wet, so perfect. "You feel so fucking good, baby. Taking me so well."

I bottom out, my hips flush against her ass, and hold still, giving her time to adjust. Megan's hands fist in the sheets, her breathing ragged.

"Move," she whispers. "Please move, Daddy."

I pull back and thrust in again, slow and deep. Megan gasps, her head dropping forward. I set a steady rhythm, my hands gripping her hips, my gaze locked on the place where we're joined.

"Look at you," I growl. "Taking Daddy's cock so perfectly. You were made for this, weren't you?"

"Yes," Megan moans. "Yes, Daddy."

I reach around and find her clit, rubbing tight circles as I fuck her. Megan's arms give out, her upper body collapsing onto the bed, her ass still raised.

"That's it," I murmur. "Let me have you. Let Daddy take care of everything."

I thrust harder, faster, my control slipping with every sound she makes. When I feel her pussy start to tighten around me, I slow down deliberately.

"Not yet," I say, my voice rough. "You don't come until I say so."

Megan whimpers, her body trembling. "Please⁠—"

"Beg me."

"Please, Daddy," she sobs. "Please let me come. I need it so badly. Please."

"Good girl." I thrust deep and hold, grinding against her. "Come for me. Now."

Megan comes with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around me so tightly I see stars. I fuck her through it, my fingers still working her clit, drawing out every last tremor.

When her orgasm subsides, I pull out carefully. "On your back."