Page 75 of His Lucky Babygirl


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“Daddy! I meant Daddy!” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Does that include my cock in that tight little ass, babygirl?"

Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes in surrender. “Y-yes, Daddy. Anything."

“Crawl up the bed, babygirl.” His grin widened. “I wonder how quiet you’ll be with my cock splitting you open.”

Melody moved back on her elbows, never losing track of his movements as he retrieved the bottle of lube from the nightstand and began to stroke his cock.

“I think that’s a weapon mister.”

“It’s perfect for sassy babygirls who love riling up their Daddies.” He arched his brow. “Rethinking the situation?”

Maybe. “No, Sir.”

“You don’t sound so sure. Will you cry regrets when I split you open?”

“I’m prepared to accept any and all punishments that I willingly walked into and stirred the pot. Even if they make me a little nervous.”

Wes tossed the bottle and a small velvet bag on the bed and crawled up to join her. He bent down and kissed from her knee up her body. Nipping and biting the tender underside of her breast only to make her cry out.

His body loomed over hers, he grabbed her thigh and raised it high. Giving himself access to her rosebud.

“Relax and remember to breathe.” Wes adjusted his hips and pressed his cock against her asshole.

Her breath hitched and she gripped his forearms and threw her head back with a moan.

“Fuck,” Wes groaned, threading his fingers in her hair, anchoring her to him. Pressing his lips against her ear as she shuddered beneath him. “I could bury myself inside you for the rest of my life. Fuck, I love the way you feel. How you fit."

“Oh, thank you, Daddy.” She begged, her clit throbbed every time he inched forward. It turned her needy. “Oh, please, please.”

“Please what, babygirl?”

“Please Daddy, may I have more cock, please.” Melody struggled against him, unable to pull away from her trapped position. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” Wes gruffly grabbed her hair, twisting her neck to angle her to look at him. “You’re my dirty girl, Mel. Mine to love, mark, and fuck.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

He reached a free hand to the little black bag on the bed, keeping his hips still. She struggled to keep still even though her body begged for release.

Wes pushed her into the mattress, slowly inching his hips further. He gripped her hips and pulled her back. “You're such a good girl taking Daddy's cock. That's right, buttercup. You're taking all of it even if it takes all night to get my fat cock into this tight little hole."

“I’ll be the goodest good girl, please. It h-hurts.”

“What does, buttercup?”

“My pussy, Daddy. I need to come. Please.”

“Not until you take all of me. Are you my good girl?”

She nodded mutely, her hips pressed up against his and she shamelessly offered herself to him fully.

“That’s right. Relax for me, I can feel every muscle and move you make.”

Melody’s face heated as he pushed deeper inside her.

“How many times will you come before my cock is fully inside you? Will you come two, or five times?"

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