Page 22 of The Hitman’s Obsession

I’m fucking her hard, but she wants even more.

So I give her more.

“Look what you do to Daddy,” I snarl, tightening my grip on her hips. “I can’t hold back. I can’t be soft with you. I should be gentle with your fresh little cunt, but I can’t.”

“I love it, Daddy. Keep talking to me.”

“You’ve seen the gentleman, but now you see the monster. And it’s all your fault.”

Annie sips a deep breath as her eyes roll back in her head. She’s losing herself, and so am I. The soft, hot, wet walls of her pussy are starting to clench down, and my body is starting to stiffen.

Pull out? Fuck no. Not a chance.

Pulling out is for women you don’t want to get pregnant.

“You take it like such a good girl,” I growl, slowing my strokes but putting all my weight behind them. The edge of the table actually blunts through the drywall, leaving a noticeable hole. “Now take my cum.”

My cock flexes, and I feel the first hot spurt of my release spray into her soaked folds.

“Oh my God, I feel it!” she cries out.

She bursts like a lightning bolt, her pussy clamping down on my cock with rhythmic spasms like she’s trying to milk every drop of my cum out of me. I reach between her legs and rub her clit, causing her entire body to jolt so hard she nearly falls off the table.

But I grab her by the hips and hold her up, spraying more and more of my seed into her pussy as her adorable little frame shakes and quivers, overwhelmed by ecstasy.

I wish I was filming this moment so I could replay it again and again. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll spend the rest of my life giving Annie what she needs. She’s a horny little devil that can’t get enough, and she’s awoken a desire in me so fierce it will never be suppressed. So if that means fucking each other so much we never get anything done, then so be it.

“Oh my God, Daddy,” she manages to mewl, her eyes clamped shut and her jaw tight. “It feels so good.”

My hips keep moving, grinding into her tightness, filling her until she can’t take any more. My balls are empty. I bury my inches as her body lets out one last quiver, and I collapse on top of her.

I run my hand through her hair, brushing it gently with my fingers.

If there was any doubt, it’s gone now. Annie is fully mine.

Mine.

We both gasp as I slip out of her. She collapses onto her back, sucking in deep breaths of air. My cock is still hard as I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. I give her a kiss on the forehead, then go out back to grab the rope.

She has a dreamy look of satisfaction on her face when I come back in, but her eyes are still closed.

“That was amazing,” she mumbles as I tie one end of the rope to the backboard.

“It sure was.”

“We should do more stuff like that in the future—”

Her voice stops as I slide the rope around her wrists and pull the knot tight. My heart is thumping like a drumline as I stare down at her, watching as she processes her situation.

“What is this?” she asks.

“You were a bad girl,” I reply. “And I can’t have you running off again.”

Annie’s jaw drops. Her eyes blaze up at me. I slide into bed and wrap an arm around her.

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ANNIE