Page 61 of Claimed By My Ex's Dad
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Fuck it. Just touch me. It’s what I need right now.”
I feel one side of my mouth curl into a smirk. I open her legs all the way, grab her panties and rip them from her.
That’s more like it.
Her scent fills my nostrils. Keeping the skirt lifted above her hips, I touch her. I bring my head between her thighs and swipe my tongue right over her swollen clit.
Joy buckles her hips right into me. She’s grinding on my face, using my tongue, my nose, whatever facial feature she can get hold of, to make herself come.
She’s not fucking doing that yet.
I need to be inside of her. I want to feel her walls wrap around me when I bring her to the edge.
The sound of my belt buckle rings loud into the room as I take my cock out. I shove my pants past my knees, keeping them on. Even my shoes are still on.
I don’t have any fucking time to waste. I’m painfully hard.
And I won’t last long.
I thrust right into her. She screams immediately, holding onto the insides of her thighs to keep her legs nice and lifted.
“That’s it,printsessa.Let me hear you. Be as loud as you want.”
I slam into her. Her walls are already pulsating around me. They grip my length and don’t let go.
I pull out of her and flip her onto her back.
I lift her hips, slap her pussy and dive right back in.
Joy squirms. Lots of beautiful sounds are leaving her mouth, all of them very pleasant to hear.
I slap her ass and fuck her until all I’m thinking about is her and how wet she is.
The skirts keep coming down, getting in the way. I rip the two-thousand-dollar dress from her body.
She’s completely naked underneath. That’s how I like her to be.
I smooth my hand up her soft back, getting to her hair. I twirl it around my fingers and pull, lifting her head from the pillow to increase her arch. She already has a fucking incredible one.
I slam into her once more and flip her back onto her back, where she was originally laid. Her breasts bounce from the force.
I squeeze them both, using them as momentum as I drive into her.
Joy’s cries fill my entire world as she prepares to come.
I fuck her pussy, rubbing her clit. She’s afraid of me. Probably because she saw me kill someone last night. But that hasn’t changed anything.
She’s still sopping wet for me.
I smack her tits and push all the way back inside of her.
“Fuck! Valerian!” Her fingernails dig into my shoulder blades.
I like the feeling. She needs me. She’s relying on me.
Only I can make her come like this.
“Let yourself go for me, sweetheart,” I groan. “I want to feel you come around me.”
