Page 135 of Hunt Me, Daddy

“You need Daddy to fuck you, don’t you? You need me to take you hard and deep until you can’t remember your own name, until you’re screaming as you come for Daddy.”

“Yes, please, Daddy,” I begged, pushing my hips back, silently asking for more. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he said, and I almost sobbed in frustration. He soothed my stinging flesh with his palm, the heat of his skin a welcome balm. “I want you desperate for me.”

I was.

I was so desperate it was a physical ache, a void inside me that only he could fill.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear. “Ask for it, little girl,” he whispered. “Ask Daddy to take you. Beg for it.”

“Please, Daddy,” I breathed, my voice trembling with need. “Take me. Please. I need you to fuck me so hard.”

He growled and started spanking me in earnest then. His palm landed again and again, the blows raining down on my already stinging flesh, each impact sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight to my clit. I was lost in the cacophony of sensation, completely consumed by the overwhelming need for him.

“Please, Daddy, I need you,” I sobbed, pushing my hips back once more. “Please, take me. Fuck me hard.”

He answered my plea with one final, stinging slap to my right cheek. The last one seemed to make every nerve ending fire at once and I could feel that I was soaking wet and ready for him.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now that your perfect little ass is bright red, Daddy’s going to give you what you need.”

He positioned himself behind me and I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance. He teased me, sliding just the tip in and out, driving me wild with need.

“Please,” I cried. “Please, Daddy. I need all of you. Now.”

“Since you asked so nicely, my needy girl,” he said.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. I cried out in pure pleasure, shocked at how much bigger he felt in this position. He gave me one second to adjust and then he started to move, setting a rough and brutal pace, as he held me in place with his hands on my hips and I cried out at the intensity of it.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” he growled, his rhythm hard and deep. “Is this how Daddy needed to take you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body moving with his, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Oh, God, yes. This is exactly what I needed.”

He shifted, one hand leaving my hip to wrap around my front, finding my clit. He started to rub it in tight, fast circles, matching the rhythm of his hips, and I saw stars so fast it sent my head spinning. I was so incredibly close to the edge in what felt like seconds, and I knew without a doubt that I couldn’t last that much longer.

“Come for me, little girl,” he demanded. “Come hard for Daddy.”

And I did. I came with a moan that turned into a scream, my orgasm raging through me with the power of a hurricane. Hot tendrils of fiery passion ricocheted through me, and my screamsgrew louder until my pleasure finally crested and I came back to myself bit by bit, but my mind was a blissful haze.

“You were made for me, little girl,” he murmured as I trembled around him. “This pussy was made for Daddy’s cock.”

He smacked my ass once more, and my pussy practically convulsed.

“You love this, don’t you?” he asked. “You love it when Daddy makes you take it.”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “I love it. I love it so much.”

“You love it when I spank you and make you come?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Daddy. I love it.”

“Then tell me who you belong to, little girl,” he demanded, a final, hard slap to my ass making me jolt. “Who does this perfect little body belong to?”

“I belong to you, Daddy,” I wept, tears of pleasure and submission streaming down my face.

A deep, guttural sound of pure male satisfaction rumbled in his chest.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he said, and he leaned down and bit my shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.