“Too much?” he snarls, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, he goes harder, hips pistoning like a machine, sweat dripping from his brow onto my breasts.
“No—don’t stop—Daddy, please?—”
“That’s my good fucking girl.” His hand leaves my throat to grab my jaw, forcing my eyes to stay on his. “You look at me while I ruin you. While I make this cunt mine forever.”
He shifts his angle just enough that the fat head of his cock drags relentlessly over that spot inside me—the one that makes my vision white out. I’m sobbing now, incoherent, thighs quivering uncontrollably. My orgasm is building too fast, too big, like a wave I can’t outrun.
“Gonna come already?” He laughs, low and filthy. “Haven’t even started yet.”
He reaches between us, rough thumb finding my clit and rubbing fast, merciless circles. The dual assault—his cock pounding deep, thumb working my clit—snaps something inside me.
I come so hard I nearly black out.
My whole body locks up, inner walls clamping down on him like a vise. I scream his name until my voice cracks. He fucks me through it without mercy, drawing the orgasm out until I’m shaking, tears streaming, begging him to stop and never stop at the same time.
When the worst of the spasms finally ease, he doesn’t let up.
“Not done with you yet,” he grits out. “Gonna fuck you raw till you can’t walk tomorrow.”
He flips me without warning—pulls out just long enough to manhandle me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up so my ass is in the air, face pressed into the pillow that still smells like him. One huge hand fists my hair, arching my back, while the other spreads me open.
“Look at this messy little hole,” he growls. “Dripping for more. Greedy thing.”
He slams back inside in one vicious thrust. I scream into the pillow, fists twisting in the sheets. This angle is deeper, meaner—he’s hitting places I didn’t know existed. Each stroke is punishing, hips snapping forward so hard my whole body jolts.
“Say it,” he demands, yanking my head back by the hair until my spine bows. “Say who this cunt belongs to.”
“You—Daddy—it’s yours?—”
“Louder.”
“Yours! It’s yours—only yours—please?—”
He roars, pace turning feral. The wet, filthy sounds of him fucking into me fill the cabin—slapping skin, my choked sobs, his guttural curses. I feel him swell even thicker inside me, impossibly harder.
“Gonna breed you,” he snarls against my ear. “Fill this tight virgin pussy so full you’ll be leaking me for days. Gonna mark you inside where no one else will ever reach.”
The words shove me over the edge again.
I come a second time—violent, shattering—clenching so hard around him he curses brokenly. My vision tunnels. I’m shaking, boneless, only his grip on my hips keeping me upright.
He slams in one last time burying himself to the root. His cock pulses, thick and hot, and I feel the first heavy spurt flood me. Then another. And another. He groans like he’s dying, hips jerking with each jet, pumping me so full I can feel the warmth spreading deep inside.
He keeps grinding against me even after he’s spent, milking every last drop, smearing it deeper, claiming every inch.
When he finally stills, he doesn’t pull out. Just collapses over me, caging me with his huge body, beard scratching my shoulder as he presses slow, reverent kisses along my neck.
“Mine,” he rasps, voice raw. “All fucking mine.”
I’m wrecked—sore, trembling, overflowing with him—but I turn my head just enough to meet his eyes.
“Yours, Daddy,” I whisper. “Always.”
He kisses me then—slow, deep, possessive—like he’s sealing a vow.
And I know he means every brutal, beautiful second of it.
EIGHT