Page 17 of Break Me, Daddy


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“So fucking tight,” he purred. Slowly, he shifted his weight, pulling out his cock bit by bit as I gasped, my tender flesh already far sorer than I could have ever expected it to be. With a sense of leisureliness, he started to fuck me, forcing his big cock in and out of my body at his own pace. I tried to keep quiet, not wanting to show him how much I was enjoying myself, but it became impossible.

The unhurried, somewhat gentle fucking drove my body wild. My fingers twitched, electricity coursing through them with animalistic desire, and my hips bucked. He thrust inside me at the exact same moment, and his cock slammed in deeper than I thought possible.

The head pushed against my cervix hard, and I gasped.

“That’s it, naughty girl. You’re taking my cock so well,” he purred, and my body convulsed around him. There was no hiding the way my body reacted to him, not like this. He would be able to feel every time my pussy clenched, and he leaned downward, pinning me down with his weight in a controlled way that made me shiver with even more desire.

I glared at him, and he snapped his hips hard, sending a message with nothing more than his cock. I cried out, my body not ready for such roughness, but it didn’t matter.

It wasn’t up to me, and there was something incredibly hot in that realization. I pushed against his chest, and he grabbed my wrist, pinning it beside my head. With a knowing smirk, he rolled his hips and ground his pelvis against my clit.

An immediate jolt of pleasure tore right through me with a viciousness that I wasn’t ready for. I opened my mouth, and I couldn’t help the gasp of shock that came with it.

Then he did it again and my core squeezed tight. I didn’t want to come yet. I didn’t want to make it that easy for him, but I soon realized that I wasn’t going to have a choice about that either. I felt my orgasm start in the tips of my toes. My fingers curled around his wrist and into the blankets on the bed. I tried to hold it back, but it was as if I was trying to single-handedly stop a speeding train from careening right off its tracks.

I couldn’t stop it.

“Come for me, Ada,” he demanded, and my body gave way.

I tried to swallow my sounds and quiet the movements of my body, but there was only so much I could do. The fire moving through me soon took over completely and I lost control.

That orgasm was humiliating and truly magnificent from the first second to the last. My core spiraled, clenching down hard as I threw my head back. Shane held me in place, fucking me with increasing roughness through my brutal climax. He groaned as I whimpered and screamed beneath him, writhing with unparalleled ecstasy that burned through my veins. It felt like I was being singed from the inside out.

My eyes rolled back, and I wound my arm around his waist, trailing my fingers down his back until I reached the firm cheeks of his ass. I clutched at it, and his muscles flexed hard as he fucked me. He slammed into me, over and over again as I struggled to survive the brutally hard onslaught of passionate bliss.

Swirling tingles beat through my limbs, taking me captive. My back arched, pressing my sensitive nipples against the coarse hair on his chest. The raw sensations overwhelmed me in an instant, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud. His salacious grin was both damning and arousing as my body finally started to come down from the powerful force of such an incredible climax. My heart was beating so fast I worried it might burst out of my chest. My breathing was ragged, and I tried to calm it as best I could, but then it caught it my throat.

Shane hadn’t come yet.

He hadn’t even slowed down!

His cock was just as ferociously hard as it had been at the start. If anything, it was harder than steel. It forced its way inside me roughly, feeling like an iron rod that pierced deep into the pit of my soul.

“What about you?” I breathed, unable to hide the shock and minor bit of panic in my voice. None of the men I’d ever been with had ever lasted this long. In the past, they either came along with me, or they’d finished before I’d ever gotten the chance to come at all.

“I’m far from through with you,” he growled, and for the first time, I was unsure of what I’d gotten myself into.

He’d said this wouldn’t be sex. This would be a fucking, and I was only just beginning to truly understand what that meant.

His pelvis rocked and pistoned into me, taking my body with a renewed vigor that was terrifying and arousing all at the same time.

“I’m only just getting started, naughty girl,” he added, and my stomach did a somersault inside me.

That’s when he truly started to fuck me. There was nothing gentle about it. His cock conquered me like a king’s sword, spearing into me over and over again with a visceral intensity that took me by storm and wouldn’t let go.

My pleasure spiraled again, reaching heights I didn’t even know existed. This man wielded his cock with the sort of mastery that I’d thought was a myth, and there was nothing for me to do other than take it. I moaned and screamed, the wide girth of his cock ceaselessly stretching my body open with every thrust.

That’s when something else occurred to me.

I’d certainly had an orgasm before. I knew how to bring myself to climax, and I’d been with a few problematic men in the past that had actually made me come before, but this was something else. No man had ever made me come twice.

I hadn’t even done that.

My second orgasm hung just out of reach for several long seconds, almost like it was warning me what was about to come and how devastating it was about to be once it hit. I stared up into his eyes, noticing that he was watching me closely, as if he was enjoying the whirlwind of emotions playing out all over my face.

“You came once for me already, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, feeling my face heat with shame and arousal.

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