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Again and again, my hand connects with her skin, and with each touch, the tension slips from me, a balm to my fury.

My hand burns from my assault on her ass, and she moans, a sound I’ve never heard from her before, but I can’t help but lock it away in my mind. Something for me to reflect on when I’m in a position to do so.

“Apologize!” I grind out. “Apologize to Daddy for acting like a little whore.”

She grips the bedsheets and twists them in her fists. “I-I’m sorry.” She sniffles, and I slap her now-pink flesh, forcing it to jiggle. Then I hold my hand on her ass, squeezing it with the tips of my fingers so hard it’s bound to bruise. Pre-cum seeps from the tip of my cock as I imagine spilling my hot cum over her ass. Jesus, yes.

She pants into the air, and I caress her skin. “I-I’m Daddy’s,” she breathes out lowly, and I push my hips forward, forcing my rock-hard cock against her. Holy fuck, that feels good. I push forward again, gritting my teeth but relishing the dominance and sensation of having her beneath me, under my control.

Her little asshole clenching with each powerful slam of my hips has ecstasy ravishing my veins.

The tip of my cock presses against my waistband with each movement. “Fuck,” I grunt.

So damn good.

“Please. I’m Daddy’s whore,” she moans as I slam against her ass again, causing my balls to draw up.

Jesus Christ, I did not ask her to say that, nor did I expect her to, and my cock leaks so much my boxers become drenched as I jerk forward one final time. Thrusting hard, I gasp loudly as my body tightens. I clutch her ass, grinding my teeth, and pure ecstasy fires through me, stealing the air from my lungs.

I still.

Then I blink slowly and replay her words. “I’m Daddy’s whore.”

My mind plays catch up with my body, and I freeze.

Holy shit. Did I just come?

“Da-Daddy?”

Immie glances over her shoulder, and her tousled hair covers most of her face. “Are you okay?”

I look to her, then down to my hands gripping her ass.

Am I okay? I just stripped her of her shorts and smacked her ass until I came in my jeans.

What the fuck?

I step back and straighten, releasing her ass, and I swear her body deflates. Looking at everything but her, I say, “I’m fine, Little Nightmare. Why don’t you have an early night? It’s been a long day.” My voice is husky, but I hope she doesn’t pick up on the desire.

The room is starting to spin, and the overwhelming urge to take things further has me out of sorts.

I just came in my jeans while punishing my adopted daughter.

I shouldn’t want this.

But I do.

She’s mine, and I want her to know it.

“Night, Daddy,” she calls out as I shuffle toward her bedroom door. “Sleep tight.”

I close her door behind me and drop my head against it.

What in the fuck just happened? And why the hell am I not freaking out more?

I asked her to call me daddy while I spanked her, and with the way she pushed back against me and the moans slipped from her lips, I’m certain she wants it too.

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