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“I want to come again,” she gasps, her voice deliciously raspy.

“Do you want Daddy to rub your clit?”

“Mm, yes.”

I move my hand between her thighs, pinching and flicking her clit until her inner walls clamp around my cock.

She comes with a sharp cry that she tries to muffle against the pillow until I pull her hair harder and tell her to let me hear it. She does. Fuck, she does, and the sound of her coming apart on my cock is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

Instead of stopping, I continue to rub her clit. Another orgasm hits—or maybe I’m just prolonging the one she’s already having. I honestly can’t tell.

Either way, her pussy grips me so hard I have to grit my teeth to keep from following her over the edge. Her thighs are shaking, her entire body trembling with the force of it, and I keep my fingers on her clit until she’s gasping and pushing weakly at my hand.

“Too much,” she pants. “I-it’s too sensitive.”

I release her hair and catch her wrist. “Another one,” I insist.

“No, it’s too sensitive.”

“I. Said. Again,” I growl.

Her hips jerk against my hand as I continue to rub her clit. Her protest quickly turns into demands for more.

“More,” she gasps. “Fuck, Daddy, more.”

Fucking greedy girl.

I keep up the firm, deliberate strokes while my cock remains buried deep inside her. She screams. Actually screams, the sound tearing from her throat raw and unfiltered, and her next orgasm hits her like a freight train.

Her body convulses, her inner walls spasming around my cock in waves that don’t seem to end, and she’s begging now—wordless, desperate pleas muffled against the mattress while I work her clit until she’s shaking too hard for me to keep touching her there.

As soon as I pull my hand away, she sags beneath me, trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I’m so fucking close I can taste it. But I want her on her back so I can see her face. I hook an arm around her waist and roll us, keeping myself buried inside her until she’s on her back beneath me. I throw her legs over my shoulders and slam into her over and over.

My control is gone, completely gone, burned away by the sight of her coming apart on my cock, and when I feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, I don’t fight it.

I drive into her as deep as I can go. “Fuck! Baby! I’m going to fill your cunt with my cum.” And I come with a groan that tears out of me.

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. “Fill me.”

And I do just that. Pulse after pulse lands deep inside her as her pussy milks every last drop from me. For a few seconds, I can’t think. Can’t move. Can’t do anything except feel her around me and the aftermath of what we just did shaking through both of us.

When I finally pull out, my cum follows—a warm rush against her inner thigh, and every instinct in me rebels at that.

Mine.

That’s my cum inside her, and the thought of it leaking out feels wrong.

I press two fingers against her opening, pushing the cum back inside her. I keep my hand there long after I need to, refusing to let it spill out.

Kira makes a soft, exhausted sound beneath me. Her body is limp, her breathing slow and deep, and when I finally withdraw my fingers, she doesn’t even flinch. Just lies there, thoroughly fucked.

And the sight of her like this—mine, completely mine—settles something in my chest that’s been restless for as long as I can remember.

The intensity fades slowly, like a tide pulling back. Kira still lies on her back, one arm now flung above her head, her breathing deep and even. Exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, if the way she’s barely moving is any indication.

When I brush a strand of hair from her face, she cracks a smile that’s pure mischief despite her obvious fatigue.