Chapter 12 #3
She obeyed immediately, pink lips parting, tongue visible.
I brought my other hand to her mouth, sliding two fingers inside, and she closed around them immediately, sucking just like she'd sucked my cock.
The parallel wasn't lost on either of us—her mouth full of me while her pussy was full of me, claimed at both ends.
"That's it," I praised, fingers pressing down on her tongue. "Such a good girl, taking what Daddy gives you."
She moaned around my fingers, the vibration traveling down my arm, and I started fucking her harder.
Really pounding now, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the wet sounds of her pussy taking me.
Each thrust drove her into the rug, and she loved it—I could tell by the way her pussy fluttered, the way she sucked my fingers harder, the way her free leg wrapped around me to pull me even deeper.
My fingers in her mouth got wetter, her spit running down my hand, and I had a sudden, filthy idea. I pulled them from her mouth, trail of saliva connecting us for a moment, then brought that wet hand between us.
"Going to make you come now," I told her, fingers finding her clit, still wet with her spit. "Going to feel that tight little pussy squeeze my cock while you fall apart."
The first touch to her clit made her whole body jerk.
She was so swollen, so sensitive, and I rubbed small circles while maintaining the punishing pace of my thrusts.
The dual stimulation was too much for her—I could feel it in the way her thighs started shaking, the way her breath came in desperate gasps.
"Dmitry," she cried out, hands clutching at my shoulders. "I'm going to—fuck, I can't—"
"Come for me," I commanded, fingers working her clit faster. "Come on Daddy's cock like the good girl you are."
She broke apart beautifully. Her back arched completely off the floor, pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I had to fight not to come with her.
She screamed—actually screamed—my name mixed with "Daddy" and curses and sounds that weren't words at all.
Her whole body shook with the force of it, and I could feel her coming in waves, each one gripping me tighter than the last.
I slowed my thrusts, letting her ride it out, but kept my fingers on her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with the intensity. When she finally started to come down, I expected her to be done, to need a break.
Instead, she looked up at me with those impossible eyes, still dark with need, and said, "More."
"Eva," I started, concerned she was pushing herself.
"More," she insisted, rolling her hips to take me deeper. "Please, Daddy. I need more. Need you to use me, claim me, fuck me until I can't walk."
Christ. This woman would be my undoing.
"You just came," I pointed out, though my cock twitched inside her at her words.
"I can come again," she said with complete confidence. "I want to come again. Want to come while you're fucking me as hard as you can, while you're taking what's yours."
The permission in that—the demand, really—shattered the last of my control. If my little girl wanted to be fucked properly, wanted to be used and claimed and owned, then that's exactly what she'd get.
I pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the loss. But before she could protest, I was flipping her over, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, face pressed into the rug.
"This what you want?" I asked, running my cock through her soaked folds from behind. "Want Daddy to fuck you like an animal?"
"Yes," she moaned, pushing back against me. "Please, yes."
I lined up and slammed back into her in one thrust, and her scream of pleasure told me everything I needed to know. She didn't want gentle anymore. She wanted to be claimed, possessed, fucked within an inch of her life.
And I was more than happy to oblige.
The position let me go even deeper, hit spots that made her whole body shake.
I grabbed her hips, holding her steady as I pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last. The sight of her ass, still red from the spanking, bouncing with each impact, was almost too much.
Add in the sounds she was making—desperate, needy, completely uninhibited—and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
But she was already climbing again. I could feel it in the way her pussy started fluttering, the way her moans got higher, more desperate.
"Touch yourself," I commanded. "Make yourself come again while I fuck you."
Her hand immediately went between her legs, and the moment her fingers found her clit, she was gone. This orgasm was even more intense than the first, her whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down so hard I saw stars.
"Don't stop," she begged, even as she shook with aftershocks. "Please don't stop. Want you to come inside me. Want to feel it."
Like I could stop now. Like I could do anything but give her exactly what she was begging for.
I needed to see her face when I came, needed to watch her eyes when I filled her with my cum. I pulled out again, and this time her protest was louder, more desperate.
"No, please, I need—"
"Shh," I soothed, flipping her onto her back again. "Not leaving, little one. Never leaving. Just want to see you."
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and the position made her eyes go wide.
She was completely exposed like this, completely vulnerable, completely mine.
I could see everything—her pussy swollen and dripping, her clit still throbbing from her orgasms, the way she clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled again.
"Please," she whispered, and there were tears in her eyes now. Not sad tears—overwhelmed tears, the kind that came when sensation and emotion became too much to contain.
I pushed back into her in one smooth thrust, and the angle made us both cry out. I was impossibly deep like this, hitting spots that made her whole body shake. Her hands clutched at my arms, nails leaving crescents in my skin, grounding herself as I started to move.
The sight of her beneath me was almost too much to process.
My t-shirt had ridden up completely now, bunched under her arms, leaving her entirely exposed.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard and begging to be touched.
Her stomach muscles clenched and released as she fought to take me deeper.
And her face—fuck, her face was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Eyes wide and trusting, lips parted as she panted, cheeks flushed with exertion and arousal.
"You're perfect," I told her, the words torn from somewhere deep. "So fucking perfect, Eva. My perfect little girl."
She clenched around me at the praise, and I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine.
But I wanted to memorize this moment first, burn it into my brain so I'd never forget.
The way the light caught the sweat on her skin, making her glow.
The way her mismatched eyes looked at me like I was everything.
The way her pussy gripped me like it never wanted to let go.
I increased the pace, pounding into her with everything I had.
The position let me go so deep I could feel her cervix with each thrust, and she was making sounds I'd never heard before—high, keening wails that spoke of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Her pussy was fluttering continuously now, right on the edge of another orgasm, and I knew when she came this time, I'd go with her.
"Look at me," I commanded when her eyes started to roll back. "Want you looking at me when I fill you with my cum."
Her eyes snapped to mine, and the connection was electric.
We were beyond words now, communicating in gasps and moans and the slide of skin against skin.
I could feel every pulse of her pussy, and I knew she could feel every throb of my cock.
We were synchronized, two bodies moving as one, building toward something that would destroy and remake us both.
My balls were tight, that familiar tingle spreading up my spine. I was close, so fucking close, but I needed her with me.
"Come for me," I growled, shifting slightly to hit her g-spot with every thrust. "One more time, baby. Come on Daddy's cock while I fill you up."
That did it. She came with a scream that probably woke the neighbors, her whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. The rhythmic squeezing, the heat, the look of complete surrender on her face—it was too much.
I exploded inside her with a roar that didn't sound human.
My cock pulsed again and again, filling her with what felt like endless amounts of cum.
I could feel it, hot and thick, painting her walls, marking her as mine from the inside.
My hips jerked with each pulse, driving deeper, making sure every drop stayed inside her.
She was still coming, her orgasm extended by the feeling of me filling her. I could feel her pussy milking my cock, drawing out every last drop, her body knowing instinctively what it wanted. Her nails raked down my back hard enough to draw blood, and the pain only intensified my pleasure.
"Mine," I growled, still pulsing inside her. "Fucking mine."
"Yours," she gasped back, tears streaming down her face. "Always yours, Daddy."
The orgasm seemed to last forever, waves of pleasure crashing over us both, leaving us shaking and gasping. When it finally ended, when the last pulse of my cock had filled her, I collapsed partially on top of her, careful not to crush her but unable to hold myself up anymore.
We lay there panting, still connected. Eva's arms came around me, holding me against her with surprising strength for someone who'd just been fucked into oblivion. Her lips found my neck, pressing soft kisses against my pulse point, and the tenderness of it after such intensity made my chest tight.
I lifted my head to look at her, and the expression on her face stopped my heart. Soft, open, completely unguarded. The walls she'd built over years of survival were gone, leaving just Eva—my Eva, my little girl, mine.
I kissed her deeply, trying to pour everything I couldn't say into the contact. Not the desperate, claiming kisses from before, but something slower, deeper. A promise. A vow. A declaration that words would only cheapen.
She kissed me back with the same intensity, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting herself on my lips from when I'd kissed her after the spanking. The kiss went on and on, neither of us needing air more than we needed this connection.
When we finally broke apart, she was smiling—a real smile, not her usual smirk or defensive grin.
"Hi," she whispered, like we were just meeting.
"Hi," I whispered back, brushing her hair from her face.
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other on my living room rug, her pussy still holding my cock like it belonged there. Bear had wandered over at some point, curling up near us with a contented sigh, completing the picture of domestic bliss I'd never thought I'd have.
"Thank you," Eva said suddenly, voice serious.
"For what?"
"For being exactly what you promised. For the structure and the discipline and the care. For making me feel safe enough to let go." She paused, then added with a small smile, "For fucking me until I can't walk."
I laughed, the sound rumbling through both our bodies. "Can you not walk?"
She shifted experimentally, then winced. "Definitely not walking anywhere for a while. You broke me, Daddy."
"I'll fix you," I promised, kissing her forehead. "Bath, food, cuddles, the whole aftercare protocol."
"In a minute," she said, snuggling closer. "Just want to stay like this for a minute."
So we did, lying on my rug in peaceful happiness, complete in a way I'd never imagined possible. My Little was thoroughly claimed, thoroughly fucked, thoroughly mine. And I was thoroughly hers.