Page 91 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“Say it again,” I growled, curling a hand around the rigging rope above her.

She knew what I wanted.

“Please, Daddy.”

I groaned deep in my chest and lifted her again—this time positioning her with her stomach facing the ground, suspended horizontally.

Her arms were still bound above her. Ankles tied. Back arched, ass lifted, and her pussy open.

“The blood’s gonna rush to your head.” I warned her, tightening the rig. “Tap me with your leg if it’s too much.”

She nodded, eyes wild, hair hanging around her face. “I can take it.”

Fuck, she was perfect.

I didn’t have long. Her body trembled. I was about to fuck her like she was the last ride I’d ever take.

I lined up behind her, one hand gripping the back of her thigh, the other braced on the rig above. The swing rocked as I shoved forward.

She screamed, the sound bouncing off the garage walls as I drove my cock all the way inside in one hard thrust.

“That’s right,” I growled, already moving. “This what you wanted? Daddy fuckin’ you on a rope?”

“Yes,” she cried. “Fuck, yes—more.”

The ropes groaned with every thrust, her body shifting in the air as I rode her. The harness wrapped across her waist gave me leverage—perfect leverage—to pull her into every savage stroke.

Wetness squelched every time I drove into her. The rig swayed with the force, her body jolting forward and back like she was nothing but a thing built to be ridden.

“You hear that?” I growled, panting hard. “That’s your little fuck hole begging for my cock. So fuckin’ wet, baby—you’re drownin’ me in this pussy.”

“Fuck me harder,” she sobbed, head swinging, voice wrecked. “I wanna feel you in my throat.”

I grabbed the rope at her hips and used it to yank her back into me with every thrust—fast, deep, balls slapping against her soaked skin.

“Take it,” I snarled. “Take every inch. So fuckin’ tight—this cunt was made to be filled up.”

I reached between her legs, found her clit, and rubbed it fast.

“Please,” she cried, tears spilling down her cheeks, drool hanging from her lips. “Fuck me full, Daddy—please. I need it, need your fuckin’ cum in me—I’m yours.”

That broke me.

“You come on this cock while I fuck you like you’re tied up in a rodeo pen, beggin’ for another round.”

I slammed into her once, twice, three brutal final thrusts, and my orgasm tore through me. I groaned, and my cock pulsed as I emptied inside her, ropes creaking above us.

Hot, thick spurts of cum filled her, and she shrieked, her whole body locking up as her orgasm slammed into her. Her pussy clenched, sucking me deeper, juices spilling around my cock.

“Goddamn,” I growled, breathless. “So full, it’s spillin’ outta you.”

She whimpered, body twitching, unable to move.

I slowly lowered her down, letting the blood rush to her head again as her knees touched the floor and she melted into it.

She collapsed when she touched the ground, head on my thigh, breathing hard.

Cum ran down her legs. Her chest was flushed. Her nipples still hard, her body still twitching with aftershocks.