Page 130 of Merciless Daddy

The next, I lay beneath him with his body braced over mine. He kissed me hard, then pulled out.

The empty feeling made me protest.

Sal turned me onto my stomach.

My pulse jumped, and his hand settled between my shoulder blades.

He lifted my hips and placed a pillow beneath them. Then he bent over me, his chest against my back. His mouth touched my shoulder.

“Hand.”

I gave him mine.

He linked our fingers against the mattress.

His other hand guided his cock back into me.

The first thrust made me gasp.

The second drove deeper.

Sal’s breath grew rough beside my ear.

He withdrew almost completely and drove back in. The force moved me against the pillow.

Pleasure burst through my body.

“Again.”

He gave it to me.

Each thrust landed deep. Controlled, but no longer gentle. His hips struck my ass, waking the tenderness left by his hand the night before. Pain and pleasure mixed without turning into punishment.

I pushed back. Sal groaned. His fingers tightened through mine.

“You feel so good,” he said. “So fucking good.”

Praise moved through me like touch.

“Tell me.”

“My beautiful girl.”

He thrust harder.

“My brave girl.”

Again.

“Mine only because you choose it.”

The words broke something open inside me.

I turned my face into the mattress and moaned.

His free hand slid up my spine, gripped my hair. He gathered it at the nape and pulled enough to lift my head.

Not too hard.