Please Daddy
Please Daddys
~Damon~
Her mouth was still open.
c*m leaking from her tongue.
Her lips red and ruined. Her face a mess of tears, drool, and satisfaction.
And f**k, I just stood there.
Staring down at her like she was the goddamn altar I was about to sin on all over again.
My c**k twitched.
Still f*****g hard.
Still soaked in spit and slick and the heat of her ruined throat.
And the way she looked up at me..like I was God, Devil, and Daddy all in one..made every dirty f*****g instinct
in me snarl to life again.
More?
She whispered it.
Like she didn’t just drink every drop of my c*m.
Like she didn’t just take my c**k to the base while her mascara melted down her cheeks.
Like she wanted to be broken.
My jaw clenched. My balls ached. My mind spun.
Because no matter how many times I f****d this girl… it was never enough.
Not when she looked like that.
Not when she asked for it.
Not when her body screamed use me, Daddy with every breathless f*****g moan.
I bent down.
Grabbed her face in one rough hand.
Smeared my thumb through the mess on her lips.
Forced it back into her mouth.
“Open wider,” I growled.
She obeyed.
Mouth stretched. Tongue out. Face tilted up like a good little cockslut ready for her next lesson.
I spit into her mouth.
Watched the thick strand drop from my lips and hit her tongue with a wet smack.
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“Swallow.”
She did.
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So f*****g eager.
So obedient.
So desperate to be used again.
I let go of her jaw and stood tall, towering over her on the floor like the predator I was.
Like the twisted older man who knew exactly what he was doing to this girl. Breaking her. Breeding her.
Brainwashing her with my c**k until she couldn’t even think unless I was inside her.
“Crawl,” I ordered.
My voice dropped low.
“To the mirror.”
She turned, weak and shaking, her thighs still glossy with slick, her body trembling like her nerves were shot
to hell.
But she obeyed.
Of course she did.
Because she loved it.
Loved being ruined by me. Owned by me. Turned into nothing but a needy little hole for my c**k.
She crawled across the floor, ass swaying, c*m trailing down her legs, hands fumbling on the marble like she
could barely hold herself up.
My gaze locked on her cunt.
Still open.
Still red.
Still glistening with my seed.
I followed.
Slow.
Hungry.
My c**k bobbing in front of me, thick and veiny and aching for another taste of her body.
When she reached the mirror, I grabbed her hips.
Yanked her back against me.
Her hands hit the wall.
Her breath hitched.
And I leaned over her, so our reflections stared back at us.
“Look at yourself,” I hissed.
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She did.
And f**k, the sight….
Her lips were swollen. Her cheeks flushed. Her throat bruised. Her t**s swinging gently from the movement of
her breath.
Her p***y?
Still dripping.
Still begging.
Still f*****g mine.
I shoved her knees wider. Spat between her legs again. Let it trail down over her ruined clit.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, “please…”
I grabbed my c**k.
Lined it up.
Pressed the tip against her slit.
Watched her flinch as it kissed the sore entrance.
“You’re gonna take it again,” I growled. “Because I’m not done. Not until you can’t walk. Not until your belly’s full of my c*m. Not until you forget every man but me.”
She sobbed.
Nodded.
And then I slammed inside.
Deep.
Ruthless.
Her whole body jolted.
Her scream echoed off the walls.
And the mirror?
It steamed up from her breath.
Her palms slapped the glass.
Her face contorted.
Her legs trembled.
But I held her hips tight.
And I f****d her.
Hard.
Slow.
Then hard again.
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Grinding into her so deep I could feel the outline of my c**k through her stomach.
Her reflection was everything.
The tears.
The mouth hanging open.
The moans.
The way her t**s bounced with every brutal thrust.
The way her cunt clung to me, desperate for more even when her voice cracked from overstimulation.
I watched it all.
Watched her fall apart again.
Watched her lose herself.
Watched her break.
And I smiled.
Because she was mine now.
My toy.
My kitten.
My filthy little masterpiece.
“Say it,” I growled, one hand gripping her throat from behind as I f****d her into the mirror.
She gasped.
“Say who owns this pussy.”
“You,” she moaned. “You, Daddy. Only you.”
“Louder.”
“YOU, DADDY–f**k–it’s yours–it’s all yours–I’m yours-”
And I lost it again.
Because hearing that?
Watching her reflection?
Feeling her cunt clamp down?
It shattered me.
I came again.
Harder.
Hotter.
Deeper.
Thick, endless ropes of c*m shot inside her, and I didn’t pull out.
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I buried it.
Held her there.
Pressed her face to the glass and whispered against her ear:
“You’ll never get away from me.”
She didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
Her mouth just opened in a silent moan.
Her body shook.
Her knees buckled.
And I held her up.
Because that’s what a good Daddy does.
She was shaking.
f*****g dripping.
Legs useless. Chest heaving. Face plastered to the mirror like she was too far gone to even breathe unless !
let her.
My c*m was leaking out of her p***y again.
So much of it.
Milky. Thick. Warm.
Sliding down her thighs in sticky trails and soaking the floor beneath her.
And I just stood there, c**k still hard, hands on her hips, watching her reflection twitch with every pulse of overstimulation that rocked through her little body.
I should’ve stopped.
Should’ve pulled out. Cleaned her up. Tucked her in.
But I didn’t.
Because she looked too f*****g beautiful like this.
Ruined.
Marked.
Full.
Mine.
“f**k,” I growled under my breath, brushing a hand down her spine. “Look at you. Look at what I’ve done to you, baby.”
Her lips quivered in the mirror.
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Her fingers shook as they smeared against the glass, trying to hold herself up.
And her p***y?
Still f*****g gaping.
Still oozing with my c*m like she’d been bred.
I leaned closer. Pressed my mouth to her ear.
“You were a virgin three days ago,” I whispered, dragging my fingers through the mess between her legs.” Now look at you. A cumdump. A cockslut. A sweet little hole I can fill whenever I want.”
She whimpered.
Her thighs clenched.
And I laughed darkly.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? You like being used. You like crawling. Begging. Letting Daddy f**k the innocence out of you until your p***y’s too stretched to even close again.”
I slid two fingers into her from behind.
Just to feel how warm it still was.
How soft.
How soaked.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “You’re dripping, baby. Can’t even keep my c*m inside. That tight little cunt’s so full it’s pushing me out.”
Her moan cracked.
She collapsed fully against the mirror.
And I knew it was time.
Not to stop.
But to change locations.
Because I wasn’t f*****g done.
Not even close.
I scooped her up.
Arms limp.
Face flushed.
Hair stuck to her cheek and shoulders.
She looked like she’d just survived a hurricane and still wanted to go back in the water.
Perfect.
I carried her to the bathroom,
Big marble tub. Black tiles. Candles still burning from earlier.
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The kind of place that wasn’t built for relaxation.
It was built for sin.
I set her down on the edge.
Turned on the tap.
Hot water roared to life, steam curling into the air like the room itself knew what was about to happen.
She blinked up at me, dazed.
“D–Daddy…”
I knelt.
Spread her thighs again.
And stared.
God.
Her p***y was leaking.
Every inch of her was glistening with s*x. My c*m. Her slick. Sweat. Saliva.
I grabbed her hips. Pulled her forward. And buried my mouth in it.
Her scream tore through the bathroom as I licked everything.
All of it.
The mess. The salt. The cream. The shame.
My tongue dove into her p***y like I was starving.
I sucked her clit until her legs kicked against the marble and she begged me to stop.
I didn’t.
I pressed her thighs apart with my shoulders and f*****g devoured her.
Over and over and over again.
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“You taste like sin,” I growled against her cunt. “You taste like innocence ruined. Like every dirty thought I’ve ever had wrapped in a trembling little body that can’t stop begging to be used.”
She screamed.
Came again.
Soaking my face.
Her juices dripped down my chin.
And I licked them off.
Slow.
Possessive.
Like I was drinking from a f*****g chalice.
Then I stood.
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Picked her up again.
And stepped into the bath.
Water sloshed around my calves.
Steam wrapped around us.
I sat down with her in my lap, her body soft and warm, chest pressed to mine, legs straddling me..
And my c**k?
Still hard.
Still angry.
Still f*****g ready.
She tried to shift away.
I didn’t let her.
“Daddy–please–it’s too much…”
“No,” I breathed, guiding the head of my c**k to her ruined hole. “It’s not enough. Not until you scream so loud the neighbors call the cops. Not until you pass out in my arms with your cunt still twitching and leaking my
cum.”
I slammed up into her.
She shrieked.
Her head dropped to my shoulder. Her nails carved down my chest. Her p***y locked up around me like it was
about to snap.
But I didn’t stop.
I gripped her ass and bounced her on my c**k.
The bath splashed around us.
Water spilled onto the tiles.
Her moans echoed off the marble walls like a f*****g prayer.
“Say it,” I growled, biting her ear. “Say what you are.”
“I–I’m–f**k–I’m Daddy’s fucktoy-”
“Louder.”
“I’M YOUR FUCKTOY–PLEASE–DADDY–I CAN’T…
“You can.”
I grabbed her throat.
f****d up into her like the savage I was.
Her t**s bounced against my chest. Her body melted. Her voice broke into sobs.
I held her.
Please Daddy
f****d her.
Praised her.
Ruined her.
Until she wasn’t just wet from the water anymore.
Until her eyes rolled back and her nails left bloody marks on my skin.
Until my c*m flooded her again and she slumped forward, shaking, whimpering, whispering my name like a prayer she’d never forget.
And I smiled.
Because she’d never belong to anyone else now.
Not after this.
Not after me.
Not after Daddy.
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