Chapter 30 Vince #3
“And now you’re giving your third orgasm to me,” I said, voice low and reverent. “To Daddy. To the man who knows exactly how to take care of you.”
Her whole body jolted at the sound of Daddy in that tone — deep, approving, almost proud enough to ruin her on its own.
I felt her pulse around me
“That’s my girl,” I murmured. “My perfect little sub. I want it. Give it to me. Give me that messy one. The overwhelmed one. The one you’ve never had before.”
I angled my hips and thrust deep.
And she broke.
It ripped through her, a sobbing, shaking, uncontrollable orgasm that left her gasping like she couldn’t find air.
Her body clenched around me so hard I swore.
“Fuuuuck—angel—yes—yes, that’s it—” I held her tight, pressing her down into the bed as her legs trembled around me.
She was crying, sensitive, overwhelmed, completely undone, and I praised her through every second of it.
“That’s my good girl,” I whispered into her hair. “So beautiful when you fall apart. So fucking proud of you. Taking it… taking all of it… giving Daddy something no one’s ever had.”
She sobbed again, clinging to me. I stroked her hair, kissing her temple, thrusting slow and shallow as she came down.
Her breathing was wrecked.
Her body was shaking.
I held her face between my palms. “Look at me,” I whispered, barely a breath. She did. Broken and radiant.
“You did so fucking good for me,” I said, kissing her mouth gently. “So good. My perfect little sub.”
“Daddy… I’m finishing…”
My whole body shuddered. I pulled back just enough to look down at her. Her eyes glassy and desperate.
Fuck.
I could come just from the sight of her.
I cradled her face in my palm, holding her gaze, my hips rolling slow and deep.
“Baby…” I panted, “I’m right there. I’m right on the edge.”
Her breath hitched.
“So I need to know…” My voice dropped into something darker. “…can you take me finishing inside you?”
She tried to answer but only a strangled little sound came out.
I leaned in, kissing her trembling mouth.
“Tell me,” I whispered. “Tell Daddy his perfect girl can take his come.”
She whimpered again, her nails dragging down my back.
“Y-yes… Daddy… inside… please—”
A groan ripped out of my chest.
But I wanted more.
I needed to hear it right.
“Angel, look at me when you say it.” I held her chin gently between my fingers.
Her eyes fluttered open, already close to breaking.
“Say you want Daddy to finish inside his perfect little sub.”
She moaned, needy sound that came from somewhere deep in her.
“I want it,” she whispered, blinking through tears. “I want you to finish inside me. I want to feel you—Daddy—please—”
My cock throbbed so hard I nearly spilled right there.
But I kept going.
“You want me to fill you up?”
A slow thrust.
She gasped.
“You want Daddy to come inside his beautiful girl?”
Her back arched violently.
“Y-yes—yes—Daddy—”
Another thrust.
Deeper.
Slower.
Cruel with how good it felt.
“You want me to mark you,” I breathed against her lips. “Claim you. Make you mine from the inside out.”
Her breath went to pieces. “Fuck—Daddy—I’m—I’m gonna—”
I tightened my hand on her hip, grounding her.
“Come for me,” I growled. “Come while you tell me exactly whose cock you’re milking.”
Her cry broke.
“YOURS—Daddy—oh god—it’s yours—”
And that was it.
Her orgasm hit, sudden, sharp, overwhelming, her whole body clamping down around me, pulsing so tight.
“Fuuuck—angel—” I choked. “You’re finishing from my words—fuck—fuck—baby—”
She was sobbing, shaking, clinging to me. And the way she squeezed me, the way her voice broke on “Daddy,” the way she gave me that orgasm like she was offering something sacred.
It destroyed me. My rhythm shattered. Cradling her trembling body against mine while our breaths came in broken, uneven pants.
Her thighs twitched around my hips. Her fingers curled weakly at my chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut like she couldn’t bear the intensity of the moment.
“Baby…” I whispered softly, brushing her hair back, letting my fingertips trail down her cheek. “Hey. Breathe for me. I’m right here.”
Another small tremor ran through her.
I leaned closer, my voice breaking into something soft and aching.
“Baby, please. Let me see your eyes.”
Her breath trembled, but she didn’t open them.
Another kiss to her cheek.
“It’s just me,” I coaxed gently. “Just your Daddy. Just the man who’s going to take care of you right now. Please… I need to see you.”
Slowly, so slowly, her lashes lifted.
Her eyes were glassy. Fragile in a way that made my chest ache.
“Oh sweetheart…” I breathed, brushing her tears away. “There you are.”
She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper.
“I-I’m… it was… so much…”
“I know,” I whispered. “I know, baby. And you did so fucking good.” I soothed, kissing her softly. “Shh…Come here.”
Keeping myself inside her, I slowly rolled us onto our sides. She gasped, trembling, but I held her close, guiding her leg around my hip, settling her on top of my chest as gently as I could.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured into her hair as I eased her down. “I’m not pulling out. Not leaving you empty.”
Her breath released in a soft, broken exhale against my throat.
With one arm around her waist, I pulled the blankets over us with my free hand, tucking the warmth around her.
“There we go… warm now,” I whispered.
She nuzzled into my chest.
I stroked her back lightly with my fingertips, slow, soft lines from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back. Her breathing began to steady under the rhythm of my touch.
“So proud of you, baby. My beautiful girl. You’re safe,” I whispered again, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “I’m right here. I’m holding you. I’m staying inside you until your body rests.”
Her breath slowed. Her fingers loosened against my chest. I kept stroking her. And after awhile, the sweetest thing, she sighed and her whole body sinking into mine as sleep overtook her.
“That’s it, angel…” I whispered, stroking slow circles on her back. “Sleep. Daddy’s here.”
Her breathing fell into a peaceful rhythm, and steady against my throat. And I lay there, still inside her, watching over her like she was the most precious thing I’d ever been trusted with.