Squirt On My Face Prince
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~Damon~
She was so warm.
So soft.
So wrecked.
I’d watched her fall asleep with my c*m leaking down her thighs. I’d dried her off with my own hands. Held
her until the tremors slowed and her breath went soft against my chest.
But I couldn’t sleep.
Not with her scent in my lungs.
Not with her cunt still twitching around nothing.
Not with my c**k hard again, laying thick and angry against her ass like it missed her already.
I couldn’t help it.
Not when she looked like that.
Naked. Flushed. Legs parted in her sleep.
A ruined little girl who’d let me f**k her throat, her p***y, her soul..and still begged for more.
So I slid back in.
Carefully.
Slow.
Buried the tip of my c**k into her warm, soaked cunt while she slept, and watched her face twitch from the
stretch.
She moaned in her sleep.
Tried to shift.
But I grabbed her hips. Kept her still. Pulled her ass back until I was halfway in.
And f**k, the feeling…
She was still wet.
Still swollen.
Still leaking with every inch I gave her.
My breath caught in my throat.
Her walls gripped me like they remembered me.
Like they’d been waiting.
I pushed deeper.
And deeper.
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And deeper.
Until I was buried to the base.
My c**k stretching her open all over again.
And that’s when she woke up.
Her eyes flew open.
Her breath caught.
Her mouth opened in a soft little gasp-
“D–Daddy…”
I grunted.
My hand wrapped around her throat from behind. Not tight. Just there.
Just enough for her to feel it.
“Shh,” I whispered into her ear. “Don’t talk. Just feel me.”
She squirmed.
I tightened my grip.
She moaned.
Her p***y clenched.
And f**k, I lost it.
“You know how f*****g dangerous this is?” I whispered, grinding into her slow. “You’re 18. Barely legal. And I’m thirty–eight years old with a c**k inside you before the sun’s even up.”
She whimpered.
I pulled out an inch.
Then slammed back in.
Hard.
She jolted in my arms. Her legs kicked.
But she didn’t pull away.
She never did.
“Do you know what that means, baby?” I hissed, dragging my lips down her neck. “It means you’re ruined. It means you’ll never be able to f**k anyone else again without thinking of how I made you bleed. How I made
you scream.”
Another thrust.
Slow.
Deep.
Her moan cracked.
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And I smiled.
Because I knew she loved it.
I could feel how wet she was.
I could feel her clenching around me like she wanted to come again already.
“You think some college boy’s ever gonna f**k you like this?” I growled, f*****g her harder now, one hand gripping her tit, the other around her throat. “You think he’s gonna choke you while he fills your cunt with his c*m every night and calls you Daddy’s little w***e?”
“N–no–Daddy–f**k–I can’t..”
“You can,” I snarled. “And you will. You’ll take this c**k every f*****g morning before you eat. Before you brush your teeth. Before you even say good morning. You’ll wake up with me inside you until you don’t remember what it feels like to be empty.”
She cried out.
Her back arched.
I rolled her n****e between my fingers and slammed into her harder.
Flesh slapped flesh.
The bed rocked.
Her moans turned into sobs.
And I couldn’t stop.
I wouldn’t.
“You wanna come?” I breathed against her ear. “You wanna cream all over my c**k again, you filthy little
cumdump?”
“Y–yes–yes, please, Daddy, please-”
“Then beg.”
“Please–I’ll be good–I’ll do anything–please don’t stop–please come inside–I want it–I need it..”
That did it.
I lost control.
I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Rolled her onto her stomach.
And f****d her into the mattress.
The headboard slammed the wall.
Her screams tore through the room.
My balls slapped her soaked, messy cunt with every thrust.
“You feel that, baby?”
My voice came out low. Coarse. Close to breaking.
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I was so deep inside her I could barely breathe.
So deep I swear her p***y was trying to drag my soul out through my c**k.
I didn’t wait for her to answer.
I didn’t need her to.
Her body said everything.
She was trembling.
Arched.
Her back bowed in surrender.
Legs shaking.
Face slack with shock, lips parted in a moan she was too wrecked to finish.
I gripped her hips tighter, dragged her closer until our skin kissed.
Until her ass was flush against my hips and her p***y sucked every last inch of me in.
“That’s not just d**k,” I whispered, voice hot against her ear as I rocked into her slow and heavy. “That’s ownership. That’s thirty–eight years of hunger buried in a tight, eighteen–year–old cunt that was made to be
mine.”
She gasped.
And I smiled.
Because she wasn’t ready.
Not for me.
Not for this.
Not for the way a real man f***s.
I moved again.
Rolled my hips.
Made her feel every inch.
Every ridge.
Every swollen vein pulsing inside her.
“You feel how deep I am, sweetheart?” I growled, dragging my hand up her back, up to her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed like the little toy she was. “You feel how your body clenches around me? Like it knows. Like it doesn’t ever want to let me go?”
She whimpered.
And f**k, it made me twitch inside her.
That little sound. That wrecked little noise that told me she was too far gone to fake anything.
“Your p***y’s crying for me,” I groaned, pulling out just enough to make her feel the loss before slamming back in hard enough to shake the mattress. “It’s leaking, twitching, begging like a slut who doesn’t even care
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if the sun’s up or who hears her scream.”
Her moan cracked.
She tried to crawl away.
Instinct, maybe.
But I grabbed her waist. Dragged her back.
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“No,” I growled. “You don’t run from this. You asked for this. You begged for it when you opened those pretty thighs for me. When you looked up at me with c*m on your chin and tears in your lashes and told me you
were mine.”
I gritted my teeth.
Thrust deeper.
Harder.
“You don’t get to play innocent now,” I hissed. “Not when I’ve been inside your throat. Not when I’ve painted your womb twice and watched it drip back out while you whimpered and begged for more.”
She sobbed beneath me.
But not from pain.
Her cunt was soaked.
Overflowing.
Milking me with every stroke like her body wanted the punishment.
Like it didn’t know how to feel anything else now.
“You don’t even know how dangerous this is, do you?” I whispered. “You’re a baby. Eighteen. Fresh. And I’m old enough to be your f*****g father.”
I bent over her back.
Bit her shoulder.
Dragged my teeth down her spine.
“You think any boy your age can f**k you like this? You think he knows how to stretch your p***y so wide you’ll be ruined for anyone else? You think he’s ever seen a girl cry because she liked the way it hurt?”
I reached around, grabbed her tit.
Squeezed.
Twisted.
Made her moan louder, made her back arch again like she needed it.
“You’re not gonna marry some college boy, baby,” I whispered. “You’re not gonna fall in love with somer who takes you out on dinner dates and gives you flowers and asks for permission to touch you.”
I moved again.
Ground my c**k in circles inside her swollen cunt.
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Watched her toes curl.
Watched her arms shake.
“No,” I growled. “You’re gonna stay right here. With me. In my bed. On my c**k. For the rest of your life.”
I reached up and grabbed her jaw, twisted her head to face me.
“You’re gonna cook my breakfast with my c*m still dripping down your legs. You’re gonna sit at my table with my bite marks on your t**s. You’re gonna walk through this house, aching and stretched and full of me, and you’re gonna thank me for it.”
Tears rolled down her face.
But her p***y clenched tighter.
“Yeah,” I whispered, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. “You like the way that sounds, don’t you? You like when I talk to you like this. When I use you. When I f**k you while you sleep. When I make you wake up with my c**k already inside you.”
She nodded.
Frantic.
Desperate.
And I kissed her.
Dark.
Deep.
Wet.
The kind of kiss that claimed her all over again.
Then I let her go.
Pinned her wrists.
And started to f**k her again.
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“Come for me,” I growled against her neck. “Soak me, slut. Show me how much you like being used.”
“s**t,” I whispered, pulling out and flipping her over with one rough tug. “I can feel it building in you again. Your body’s begging for it.”
She moaned when her back hit the bed.
“Look at that mess,” I groaned. “Look at this f*****g p***y, baby. Look what I did to it. You’re wrecked. Ruined. You’ll never walk into a room again without feeling me dripping down your thighs.”
I spread her open.
Watched her flinch.
Watched her tremble.
Then I lowered my face.
Sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and growled.
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That was all it took.
She screamed.
Her hands flew to my hair, yanked me closer as her thighs clamped around my head.
Her whole body locked up.
Then it hit.
The fifth orgasm.
The one that made her sob and scream all at once.
The one that made her whole body quake like she’d been struck by lightning.
And then.
“Oh f**k–f**k–Daddy–f**k–I’m…”
She exploded.
Squirted.
Her p***y gushed all over my face.
Sprayed my tongue, my beard, my cheeks–shot up so hard it hit my throat.
I moaned.
Didn’t stop.
I sucked her clit harder, tongue f*****g her leaking hole like I wanted to drown in it.
“Good f*****g girl,” I growled against her cunt. “Make a mess. Squirt for me. Soak me, baby. That’s it. That’s f*****g it. Don’t hold back. Let go.”
She couldn’t stop.
Her hips bucked against my face like she was possessed.
Like she didn’t know what planet she was on anymore.
She sobbed my name.
begged me to stop.
begged me not to.
then begged me to never stop again.
I gripped her thighs tighter.
Dug my fingers into the soft flesh.
Held her down.
And licked her clean.
“That’s five,” I whispered, when I finally came up for air. My face was soaked. My beard dripped with her c*m. Five f*****g orgasms, baby. You know how many girls your age ever even get one?”
She was sobbing now.
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Hair sticking to her lips.
Her chest rising and falling like she’d just been dragged through hell and loved every second of it.
I leaned in.
Kissed her open mouth.
Made her taste herself on my tongue.
Then I whispered against her lips.
“Count’s not over yet, baby. I haven’t even f****d your mouth again.”
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