Page 20 of His to Watch
She moans, something unintelligible.
“What’s that, little girl? Tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do to you.”
She hesitates only briefly, her cheeks darkening with a blush I can see reflected in the glass before her. "I want…I want you inside me."
"Not good enough," I counter, continuing to tease her opening with just the tip. "Tell Daddy exactly what you need."
She draws a shaky breath, then surprises me with her response: "I need you to breed me, Daddy. Need you to fill me up until it takes."
Christ.Hearing my own filthy fantasy echoed in her sweet, academic voice nearly makes me come on the spot. With a groan that comes from somewhere primal and unrestrained, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in a single stroke.
She cries out, her body arching back to meet me despite the soreness she must feel after our previous encounters. I hold still for a moment, savoring the perfect clasp of her tight walls around my cock, the way she takes every inch of me like she was made for it.
"That's it," I praise, beginning to move in deliberate strokes. "Taking Daddy so beautifully. So fucking perfect for me."
The display case doesn't budge an inch despite the force of my thrusts—solid, immovable, like my claim on her. Her cheek slides against the glass with each drive of my hips, her breath creating expanding clouds of fog that shroud the precious gems beyond.
"Mine," I chant with each thrust, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Mine. Mine. Mine."
"Yours," she gasps in response, her inner walls clenching around me with each declaration. "All yours, Daddy."
I lean forward, covering her body with mine, my chest to her back, my mouth at her ear. "Going to put my baby in you tonight," I promise, the words pouring out uncensored. "Going to watch your belly swell with my seed. Everyone will know what I did to you. Who you belong to."
Her whimper of response only fuels my possession. I slide one hand around to her front, finding the spot between her legs that makes her shake.
"You want that, don't you?" I growl, rubbing tight circles that make her inner walls clench rhythmically around me. "Want Daddy to breed you. To mark you from the inside in a way that can never be undone."
"Yes," she admits, voice breaking as pleasure builds. "Please, Daddy, yes!"
Something snaps in me at her willing submission, at her acceptance—no, her active wanting—of my darkest fantasy. Ipick up the pace, driving into her with renewed purpose, each thrust bottoming out inside her perfect body.
"No one else gets to have this," I growl, nipping at her ear. "No one else gets to feel this tight pussy grip their cock. No one else gets to fill you with cum. Just Daddy. Only Daddy."
"Only you," she agrees breathlessly, her fingers scrabbling against the smooth glass for purchase as I pound into her.
The gems and minerals watch impassively from their displays as I claim what's infinitely more precious—this perfect woman who responds to my possession like she was created specifically for me. Who melts at my touch, who calls me Daddy in that sweet voice, who takes everything I give her and asks for more.
"Come for me," I demand, feeling my own release building rapidly. "Come around Daddy's cock while I fill you up."
She shatters instantly, her body convulsing in my arms, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise as she cries out my name—my title—"Daddy!" The sound echoes through the empty hall, bouncing off glass cases and marble floors.
I follow immediately after, unable to resist the pull of her climax. With a roar that would terrify anyone within earshot, I drive into her one final time and unleash, pumping her full of my seed yet again, my vision whiting out at the edges from the force of my orgasm.
"Take it all," I command through gritted teeth, grinding against her as my cock pulses inside her. "Every. Fucking. Drop."
She moans, body still trembling with aftershocks as I empty myself completely. When I finally still, we're both panting, her cheek still pressed against the display case, my body covering hers completely, protectively.
"Mine forever," I murmur against her hair, unwilling to withdraw from her body yet. "Never letting you go now, little girl."
"Don't want you to," she whispers back, the admission making something fierce and possessive roar with satisfaction in my chest.
I stay buried inside her for long moments, both of us catching our breath, connected in the most primal way possible. Eventually, I withdraw slowly, watching with male pride as my release immediately begins to leak from her well-used pussy.
So much seed. So many loads pumped deep inside her virgin body throughout the night. The chances of her not getting pregnant seem impossible to my primitive brain. The thought of it—of her belly swelling with my child, of her body changing because of what I've done to her tonight—makes my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
I turn her gently to face me, lifting her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck, trusting me completely to hold her weight. Her face nestles against my throat, her breath warm and even against my skin.
She’s mine. Not just for tonight. Not just until the doors unlock. Forever.
