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“Oh m-m-my.” Jitters expose me, but anticipation soothes me. Because as terrifying as this is, I want Cato like I’ve never wanted anything in my entire life.

The beefy head has escaped his boxer briefs, and it leaks like a tap that hasn’t been fully turned off. It drips thick, creamy fluid down the broad stalk, soaking the material that confines the rest of him.

“You keep looking at it like that, and he’s going to attack.” His voice is pained as I glance up at him to see he’s watching my every move. Gripping my wrist, he lifts my hand to wrap around the hefty length. “Hold it tight,” he directs, so I squeeze, making him hiss. “Now stroke up and down. Ah fuck, yeah, just like that.” On a downward stroke, I take his underwear with me and truly feel how hot he is, how strong his dick is in my palm. The throbbing veins look ready to explode, and suddenly, I’m not sure if I’m ready for him anymore.

“D-d-d-daddy?” I hope he hears the alarm in my voice, because I don’t think I can say much more.

“It’s okay, kitten.” He pushes his underwear the rest of the way off and places a hand between my breasts to force me onto my back. “Let Daddy handle the rest.”

I nod, but I can’t take my eyes off his raging member, and boy, does it look pissed. The thick head is red and pulsing as it bobs up and down, taunting me.

Lying on my back, he slides a hand around my hips from beneath, lifts me up, and hauls me to the middle of the bed. Once I’m settled, he hooks my legs over his elbows again, spreading me open for his eyes to feast on my most intimate parts.

He settles his knees on either side of my ass, and his dick slaps against my core. I gasp, my body throbbing for more, settling me down enough to focus on his face instead.

“There’s no getting around the pain,” he warns, trying to soothe me as he reaches for my hands, having me grip my legs behind each knee, holding myself open for him. Somehow, I feel more exposed like this. “Don’t let go.”

A bob of my head is my only reply.

Placing each hand on either side of my sex, he uses his thumbs to spread me open, revealing my tight hole and bending down to blow on it before taking a long, slow lick, then flicking my sensitive clit with his tongue. Groaning against the pearl, he bites down swiftly; I scream and buck against his face. His hand moves, slapping down three times in the same spot, not too hard, but enough to distract me as he slides two fingers into my hole and massages something inside that sends me over the edge.

The next thing I know, he forces his massive member inside me, and my screams are for another reason now. The tearing is agonizing, and I sob into his chest while he holds me tight, still vibrating from the orgasm that ripped through me.

“Sshhh, kitten, Daddy’s got you.” He sounds as if he’s the one being torn apart. Drawing back, he sits on his heels, and somehow, I still have a hold of my legs. Hissing as he slowly pulls back, he groans, and I whimper. “So much fucking blood. Look at you all over my cock, pretty girl. My fucking god, is it beautiful.” He has a strange definition of that word.

He pushes back in, and my body tries to fight him, making him chuckle as he ignores my struggles. “I never want to leave. This is fucking paradise.” Our mouths clash, and he fucks me with his tongue the same way he does with his dick.

Knocking my hands from my legs, he secures my feet around his hips while pinning my arms above my head and gently thrusting in and out. Owning me just like I asked him to.

Closing my eyes, my body floats, and every sensation is amplified as I just allow myself to feel what he’s doing to me. He throbs inside of me, and I don’t know if it’s normal to feel that, but it’s addicting. His sweat drips on my skin with every shaking thrust, making it sizzle, and I hope I make him feel as good as he does me.

“Ah, fuck, kitten, your pussy was made for Daddy’s cock. She’s sucking me in so good. So fucking tight.” Sliding a hand down my side, he grips my hip, and for a second, I worry I’m too bony. Until his fingers tighten, bruising me, holding me possessively to drag himself out of my sheath and slam back in. “Fuck, yes.” He turns his face, kissing up my throat and across my jaw until our lips meet.

“Daddy,” I whine, loving how the hair on his chest scratches across my nipples, making them tingle.

“Tell Daddy what you want, pretty girl. Tell me everything.” We pant into each other’s mouths as we speak. It’s so erotic I can feel my body respond. “Oh fuck, you’re soaking me.”

He licks across my lips, and I don’t think about what to do, just act, sucking his tongue into my mouth and scraping my teeth across the top before releasing him.

His eyes blaze with fire and danger. I don’t know what I did, but it triggered Cato, and I’m slightly afraid and excited as he pulls out, grips my hips, and flips me onto my front.

Leaning over my back, he grabs my hands and pins them behind my neck with one of his and growls, “You just lit the fucking match, kitten, and now there’s no holding back.”

It’s my only warning before he plows into me so hard I lose my breath. Cato huffs and groans in my ear while holding me in place, punching his hips in and out, taking my pleasure and morphing it into euphoric pain.

“Tell Daddy how good it is,” he growls, biting the side of my throat. So many marks; so many places.

“A-a-amazing.” This time, his rough jabs bring on my stutter. “I-t-t-‘s c-c-coming, ag-g-gain.” My body lights up; I’m electrified, as pleasure blooms from my belly and grows outwards, exploding into a transformative experience that steals my breath, my sight, and my mind.

Lost in the notions of raw pleasure, I don’t recognize that he slammed in so hard, we’re hanging off the other end of the bed while he releases his own pleasure and doesn’t stop thrusting because he can’t. He chases the feeling every bit as hard as he did my own.

“Daddy, it hurts.” Everything burns, but I wouldn’t ask him to stop even if I could find the words. Cato’s pleasure is habit-forming, and I want more. I want everything because it means he’s wrapped up in me the way I am in him.

“A little longer; I need more,” he moans in my ear, turning us sideways before kneeling behind me and scrunching my legs to my chest. Nearly folding me in half, his hands dive into my hair, holding my head still as my eyes close.

“Please,” I sob, not sure if I’m asking him to stop or for the orgasm I can feel building again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t stop. My body won’t listen.” He sounds pained but not remorseful. “Please, kitten, tell me it’s okay.” He peppers kisses across my face. “Please, pretty girl,” he begs desperately, and I can’t deny him.