Page 104 of Worth Loving You

The fourth was inside now as he made a slight rotation of his hips. My nerves burst with a jolt of electricity, my vision blurring. When the fifth was inside, I was reeling, having never had my pussy stretched so wide before.

Balling my hands into fists so hard, my nails were digging into my palms, I opened and closed my mouth to silence. Wyatt grunted and pushed himself all the way in and stopped moving. His lids closed, his mouth slightly open.

“My god, kitten, you feel so good. You’re so tight.”

“Please, please, please,” I whimpered, wiggling around. The orgasm was right there, ready to burst forth. It was literally knocking on the back of my clit, begging to be set free.

On one hand, I wanted him to just start pounding into me and release this pressure. Then again, it felt so goddamn sublime, I was tearing up, praying I never had to feel another second of life without that thick cock inside me.

“What if I want your soul?”

Yelping, my lids flew open, and I gawked with horror. “What?”

As deep inside as he could go, he moved his hips up and down, rocking me. Fire shot through my core at the sensation of him tugging the walls of my pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy.”

Funny, every time I said it, it got easier.

Both his hands wrapped around my throat and squeezed. Already spinning, blocking my airflow was just the cherry on top of pure, raw decadence.

Wyatt began a deliberate, steady pace in and out, every single piercing pulling at my flesh divinely. His fingers in the perfect spots on my neck grew tighter. “Are you my kitten?”

I tried to speak but couldn’t, so I nodded.

He sped up, the leather cushions squeaking from our sweaty skin. “I want your soul.”

I tried to shake my head, so he gripped tighter. I choked and gagged, my muscles instinctively fighting with a swift lurch of my hips.

He grunted and thrust hard as a punishment, his tip bruising and stinging.

“I said, I want your fucking soul.”

My brain was getting foggy, my peripheral going black. I couldn’t give him that! That belonged to Milo. Was he crazy?

He shoved a force into my throat and my tongue pushed out with a quiet gag, my eyes watering. He was now pounding into me forcefully, the couch rocking, his body clapping against mine.

His teeth gleaming, he seethed, “You will give me your soul, or I will fucking take it. From here on out, I own you, kitten.”

My heart crashed, scared of what he was saying. What was he thinking? He was out of his mind.

Seconds before losing consciousness, my body thrashed with panic. He grunted and let my throat go so I wheezed in a gasp of air, coughing.

Holding the arm of the sofa over my shoulders, he slammed into me faster and faster. I was stunned, my system shutting down, not able to accept these sensations. The ring at the base of his shaft was slapping against my thigh, my wetness trickling down my crack to the sofa.

He shoved deep, shifted his weight, and ground against me so the area just above his base rubbed my clit.

I jolted as if I been electrocuted, bit down, and screamed with an orgasm that encompassed my entire body, from the top of my head to my feet. “Daddy! Yes, fuck me Daddy, fuck me so hard.”

Huffing and puffing, he was making shorter, faster thrusts, his lids so narrowed, I couldn’t see his eyes. “Fuck!” he roared, dragging the word out. His jaw falling, he coughed, clenched his lids and teeth, and came inside me.

I sighed, my muscles relaxing into a state of euphoria as I sagged into the leather. My head rolling toward a wrist, he tugged himself roughly to shove deep, and grunted, his cock jerking and twitching.

My muscles contracted and he sucked the back of his teeth, pulling out. As soon as he did, my pussy flexed and all our juices spilled out, trickling down my ass.

Wyatt ran his fingers through the trail and pushed it back inside, pumping his fingers.

I shook my head in horror, my face blanching. “No, no, no, Daddy, please, please, no!”