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“My girl likes this, doesn’t she? She wants the brat fucked out of her until she’s nothing but a puddle of sweetness for me, doesn’t she?”

“Daddy,” I whined.

“Color,” he grunted, like the word caused him some kind of pain.

“Green,” I answered, sticking my ass out further, rubbing against his length.

“My sexy brat.” He chuckled darkly. I heard him spit, and when I looked over my shoulder, I didn’t miss the way he stroked his length. “Keep looking at me, pretty girl,” he demanded, and that’s when he moved.

When he pressed his front flush against my back, my lips parted in a perfect O. The tip of his cock nudged at my entrance, and we both moaned loudly.

“Fuck.” His forehead pressed against the back of my head. His breathing heavy and shallow, warm between my strands of hair. “Daddy was supposed to take you nice and slow. Sweet. Worship his good girl, not punish her.”

“Fuck me,” I whined. He shook his head.

“Still smarting off, too damn desperate to wait, aren’t you?”

“Please,” I cried. I tried to push my hips back to get him to breach more than just the entrance of my sex, but a hand held my hip. The palm of it felt like it almost covered my whole side, only reminding me of just how much bigger he was than me.

“Tell daddy what you want.”

“You. All of you,” I admitted. “Please, Daddy!” I begged and felt him move.

In one long powerful stroke, he slammed into me, not just giving me him but every freaking delicious inch. He stretched me, the burning almost so much my knees gave out under me, but I didn’t have to worry.

I never had to worry with Dave.

I wasn’t sure how I knew that, but I did. Down to my heart and soul. Heart and soul. The words floated through my head, but I couldn’t think when he slipped out and snapped forward to give me every inch again and again. My nails clawed against the wall, and he held me up, fucking me from behind, his mouth at my ear roughly whispering dirty nothings.

“Look how well you take me. Shit,” he gritted. “This pretty pussy stretches beautifully around me, doesn’t it?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I panted. Wetness gushed and heated and pleasure coiled. I was too close, too on edge to coming. “I’m— I’m— I’m⁠—“

“Not yet. Not without daddy,” he ordered, but I didn’t think I could hold off. One hand reached round us and found my clit on his first try, pinching it between his fingers.

“Fuck!” I cried. The pain mingled with pleasure, holding it away but not enough. “More.” My voice was scratchy.

“You like that?” he rumbled. I tightened around him. “Yeah, you do.” I could hear the smile in his tone. “My dirty little brat loves daddy balls deep, doesn’t she?” Sweat slicked our skin as his hips worked hard and rough, pounding into me. Euphoria started to make me feel like I was about to float up and away from my body.

“Daddy.” My voice might have cracked, but there was no denying the need in my tone. “Dave.”

“Rox— Roxie, baby, tell me where you want me to come. Tell daddy where you want his load.”

“Inside me,” I panted without thinking and meant it.

“Don’t say that unless you mean it,” he gritted through his teeth. Thrusting into me in slow but confident strokes like he was trying to keep both of us from going over the edge.

“Fuck the consequences. In me. Cream pie me,” I pleaded. Something came over me. As I looked over my shoulder, his eyes bore into me and something inside of me, something primal and animalistic, had control of me.

“Breed me.” I’d never told that to a single soul. I’d read it in countless smutty, one-handed reads. The idea had always left my sheets a wet mess, but I’d never felt more confident about anything in my life. “Inside me. Dave. Please breed me.”

I lost him.

He didn’t slip out of my body. No, Dave pulled out, and before I could complain, he spun me around, flipping me back to face him before lifting me and pressing my back against the wall. The few pictures on the wall shook, but he didn’t miss a beat to get back inside of me. I gasped at the invasion.

Hard and thick. My eyes fluttered shut to absorb every sensation he brought to life.

“You want to be bred, that’s what you’re going to get. Daddy would give you anything, even when my girl’s being a brat. Going to breed my brat so damn good.”