4. GAVIN #2
The filthy words keep pouring from me, each one darker than the last, and every syllable only makes her tighten further, her body betraying just how much my depravity excites her.
I will keep her that way, belly rounding with my child, tits heavy with milk, every inch of her branded by my touch.
No one will take her from me. Not while I still draw breath.
The command scrapes up from the depths of my chest: "Say it.
" My palm settles around the slender column of her throat, fingers splayed wide enough to feel the frantic hammer of her pulse against my skin, but I don't tighten.
The hold is pure claim, a reminder of exactly who controls every gasp she takes. "Tell Daddy who you belong to."
Her blue eyes, already glassy and wide, flutter. "You—" The word fractures into a broken sob that vibrates against my palm. "I belong to you, Daddy. Only you." The admission trembles out of her, soaked in surrender and something far darker, something that makes my blood surge hotter.
Pride and raw possession thunder through me, thick and feral, until every inch of my body feels coiled with the need to mark her deeper. She is mine to ruin, mine to fill, mine to keep swollen and leaking for the rest of her days.
Her cunt begins to flutter wildly around my cock, those silky inner walls rippling in the unmistakable prelude to release. The sensation drags a growl from my throat. Not yet. I refuse to let her tumble over the edge without watching every fractured expression cross that freckled face.
I wrench myself free in one brutal slide, ignoring the way her soaked heat tries to suck me back in and the sharp, needy cry that rips from her lips.
With a single flex of muscle, I flip her onto her back. Her full tits rise and fall with each ragged breath, the motion making fresh beads of milk swell at the stiff peaks of her nipples.
They swell, then break free, tracing slow, glistening trails down the heavy curves of her breasts until they pool in the dip of her sternum.
"Look at you." I brace my hands on either side of her ribcage, thumbs sweeping up to stroke the sensitive undersides of those aching tits, feeling the warm, sticky wetness already coating them. "Already leaking for Daddy like the perfect little broodmare you are."
"They hurt." Her back bows sharply, pushing those dripping nipples closer to my mouth, her curvy little body shameless in its hunger. "Please?—"
"I've got you, baby girl." The words come out low, almost tender, before I drop my head and latch onto one swollen nipple. My lips seal tight, tongue pressing firm as I suck hard enough to pull another thick spurt of sweet, warm milk across my tongue.
At the same moment I drive my cock back into her drenched pussy in one punishing thrust, burying myself to the hilt in tight, fluttering velvet.
Her nails rake down the expanse of my back, leaving burning lines that only spur me on. I set a savage rhythm, hips snapping forward so hard. Each pull at her breast floods my mouth with more of that rich, faintly sweet milk.
I swallow greedily, one hand kneading her other tit until milk sprays between my fingers and soaks into the already ruined sheets with wet, heavy drops.
"Daddy—oh fuck—Daddy, I can't—" Her voice cracks on every word, raw and desperate.
"Yes, you can." I release the first nipple with a filthy pop, milk dribbling down my chin as I latch onto the other, sucking even harder while my hips continue rutting.
The head of my cock batters against the deepest part of her with every stroke, the obscene stretch of her cunt audible between our bodies.
"You're going to come all over my cock again.
Milk me while I pump you so full you feel me for days. "
Her entire body winds tighter, muscles locking as her cries climb into broken, high-pitched whimpers that scrape along my spine. The slick heat of her pussy flutters wildly, greedy and pulsing, trying to drag me even deeper inside her fertile depths.
"Touch yourself." The order rumbles against the soft, leaking swell of her breast, my breath hot on her damp skin. "Play with that swollen little clit, baby girl. Make yourself come for Daddy like the obedient slut you are."
Her hand flies between our sweat-slicked bodies without hesitation. I feel the frantic circling of her fingers against that sensitive bud, the added stimulation making her arch violently.
Her breast presses harder into my mouth, and I respond by sucking deeper, drawing out long, rhythmic pulls of milk while my cock slams against her cervix with punishing force.
The wet heat of her, the sweet taste flooding my tongue, the desperate sounds pouring from her throat—it all coils low in my gut like molten iron.
"That's it—fuck, that's my good girl?—"
"Daddy!" The word tears from her in a shattered wail as her orgasm rips through her.
Every muscle in her small frame goes rigid, her back lifting clear off the mattress. Her pussy clamps down around me with vicious, rhythmic intensity, inner walls rippling and squeezing so tightly it steals the breath from my lungs.
The sheer force of her release drags me right to the brink, her body working me with desperate, milking contractions that send lightning racing up my spine.
"Going to come inside you." The snarl rips free as my balls draw up tight, the pressure at the base of my cock becoming unbearable. "Fill this perfect cunt until it's dripping down your thighs. Put a baby in that belly. Make you mine forever in the most permanent way possible."
"Yes—yes, please, Daddy."
Her broken, begging plea snaps the last thread of my restraint. Climax barrels through me with devastating brutality, my vision whiting out as my cock jerks violently inside her.
Thick, heavy ropes of come erupt from me in powerful surges, flooding her spasming depths until I can feel the sheer volume of it pushing back against my shaft.
Each pulse wrenches a guttural groan from my chest, painting her womb with my seed, claiming her on the most primal level imaginable. The pleasure is so sharp it borders on agony, every nerve ending ignited as I empty myself completely.
She continues to shudder beneath me through endless aftershocks, her pussy still fluttering and squeezing around my spurting length, greedily drawing out every last drop as though her body itself is determined to keep me locked inside her.
The warm, sticky evidence of our combined release already seeps out around my cock despite how tightly we fit together, but I stay buried to the root, unwilling to waste even a single drop.
When the final violent waves finally ebb, I let my weight settle partially over her, careful to keep from crushing her smaller frame completely. Our chests heave in ragged unison, hearts slamming against each other through sweat-drenched skin.
I don't pull out. Instead I remain seated deep, feeling the occasional faint twitch of her walls still trying to milk me.
My hand drifts up to cradle her jaw, thumb sweeping across the fever-hot flush of her cheek. Those blue eyes drift open, hazy with lingering pleasure and an emotion that sinks hooks straight into my ribs—something raw and absolute that mirrors the obsession roaring through my own veins.
The truth slams into me with shocking clarity: I will never release her. Not in this life or the next.
This woman, this responsive, fertile, perfectly submissive creature beneath me, has become more vital than air itself. The fixation that seized me the instant I laid eyes on her has burrowed too deep, roots twisting through every dark corner of my soul.
She belongs to me in every conceivable way, and I would reduce this entire city to ash before allowing anyone to tear her from my grasp.
Her voice emerges soft, almost hesitant in the charged silence. "What are you thinking?"
The answer rises from the blackest part of me, absolute and unyielding.
"That you're mine." I brush my thumb across her lower lip, feeling it tremble.
"That I'm going to take care of you for the rest of your life.
Give you everything you could ever want—my ring, my name, my children growing inside you until the world knows exactly who you answer to. "
Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, but they're not sad. Joy radiates from her features as she reaches up to trace my jaw with trembling fingers.
"I don't need much," she whispers. "Just you."
The simple honesty in those three words does something dangerous to my chest. Feelings I haven't experienced in decades—if ever—surge through me with overwhelming intensity. Protection. Possession. Devotion. The need to cherish and corrupt her in equal measure.
I lean down and capture her lips in a kiss that's somehow both tender and claiming. She melts against me, opening immediately to let my tongue sweep inside.
When I finally pull back, I press my forehead against hers, breathing her in.
"You'll never want for anything ever again, baby girl."