I spanked her ass. “That’s it! Ride that cock like you fuckin’ own it!”
“Oh, yeah?” She moaned in my face, twisting and twirling on my dick.
The air was filled with the scent of her arrival, and sweat glistened on her chest.
I spanked her ass again, multiple times.
“Is that the best you can do?” she questioned, challenging me. “I thought you were supposed to be some kind of monster?”
Hearing this, I lost it and threw her off me. Before she could make sense of what was happening, I positioned her on all fours.
“Yes!” she cried out when I drove into her from the back. “That’s more like it!”
I grabbed her hair and pulled at it while ramming her vigorously. My thrusts were hard and deep, my pace so quick it left me breathless.
“This is how you like it?” I spanked her hard until her ass turned red. “You like rough?”
She groaned deeply, hands thrown over the headrest.
“Answer me!”
“Yes, sir!” she whimpered, legs shaking beneath her.
“You naughty little girl!” I drove deeper and deeper inside her.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!”
I obeyed, hitting her as hard as I could while still spanking that ass. Her head shot up after I pulled on her hair, my groin slapping loudly against her butt cheeks.
A primal growl signaled my arrival, but she wasn’t finished yet.
“No, no, no…!” she protested. “Don’t you fuckin’ come now.” Her voice was deep, laced with a stern warning that instantly made me delay my release.
I kept going. Harder. Faster.
She cried out, fingers clutching the fabric of the couch. “Yes, yes, yes…almost there!” She was lost in a sea of passion, her voice faint and strained.
Her lips parted in a silent scream, her face contorted in pleasure. “God, I’m gonna come!”
I didn’t slow down. Instead, I rammed her even faster while still spanking her ass. She dipped her hand beneath her and began rubbing her clit, and soon, her whole body started shaking violently.
“Come for me, Daddy! Come for me!” she pleaded with me, her tone dripping with urgency. “I want it! I want it—I want it so bad….”
Who are you, and what have you done with Celine Hart?
I let out a guttural growl, slamming into her with the hardest stroke yet. “Fuck!” I exploded inside her.
“Oh, my God, yessssss!”
My legs trembled beneath me as I held her in place until she had her release. After I pulled out, she collapsed on the couch, shaking and trembling—a clear sign she was experiencing an orgasm.
I threw myself onto the sofa across from her, struggling to catch my breath. Neither of us said a word, even though we were both in awe of what had just happened.
Without looking at my face, she managed to get up, slip into her shirt, and quietly walk away. As I watched her leave, I realized that something fundamental had shifted. She belonged to me now, and there was no way I was ever letting her go.
No one else was ever going to taste what was mine. Not while I still had breath in my lungs.
Celine Hart, you belong to me now.