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My hand on her hip moves back, slapping her and cutting her words off. I feel the movement in my cock, reverberating through, and it takes everything not to slam in.
“Yes! I won’t tease you! I swear, Ben. I don’t. God, please, fuck me!” She’s mumbling now, nonsense, and I’m living for it, this control I have over her body, her mind.
She doesn’t listen to me ever. Even in bed, it’s not a guarantee, but here . . . like this . . . she’s mine.
“Stay still. Daddy will take care of you,” I say, then I move, both hands on her hips, and slam into her.
Her face pushes into the sheets to hide her scream.
“That’s it, baby. Scream for your man,” I say, pulling out before slamming back in. We’re far enough from the loud party that there’s no threat of anyone hearing. From this angle, I know my piercing scrapes her G spot with every thrust, know that she’s already on the edge, needy, dripping down her thighs.
I don’t care.
“Remember you don’t come until I say.” Her head moves to the side, each brutal thrust pushing her face into the mattress.
“Ben, I—”
“No.” I continue to fuck her, hands moving to spread her ass cheeks, watching my cock disappear inside of her, her tight asshole begging for something.
“Oh, God, Ben—”
My body moves as I tip forward, my hand grasping the nape of her neck and holding her there, pressing her deeper into the bed.
I start fucking her harder, animalistic.
“You do not come until I tell you you can, Lola. You need to remember who owns this fucking body. I control it. It listens to me and me alone.” A groan falls from her, the vibrations moving from her to my chest that’s on her back. “Who owns this pretty pussy, Lola?”
She moans, tipping her ass back, fighting me.
I press her harder into the bed, growling in her ear. “Who fucking owns you?”
“You do,” she says, low and quiet.
That’s not what I want.
“Who owns this cunt, Lola?”
“You do, Ben!” Her words are frantic now, wetness coating my cock as I continue to ram into her brutally.
She needs to come.
“Who fucking owns you?”
It clicks.
In her sweetest voice, I hear it filtered through a moan and a clench of her pussy around me that makes it hard to keep going.
“You do, Daddy,” she says.
Fuck yeah.
Fuck yeah.
“Yeah, I do, sweet girl. Remember that next time you want to play these games.”
I move, straightening my back, but don’t let her up with me, my hand still pressing into her shoulders. Then I guide it back, that hand pressing to her lower back.
“On your hands, baby.” She instantly acquiesces, moving to her hands and knees, my hand on her lower back keeping her arched deeply, the hand still on her hip keeping her moving on me, keeping me fucking her.
