Margot Scott

A man could get used to being looked at like this by an angel like her.

You want Daddy to come inside you, baby girl?” he growls.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You want him to pump you full of cum until it’s pouring out of you?”

“God, yes.” I clench my jaw as the first wave crests, threatening to drown me.

“You want Daddy to put a baby in your belly?”

There’s just one stop we need to make before I take my sweet little Teagan home and pump her tight, pink pussy full of baby-making juice. The thought of her carrying my child has my cock aching. Thank fucking god I’m wearing a long tee shirt because where we’re going, I can’t afford to be putting any eyes out.

rub my clit harder, making my muscles clench and release. Art fucks me so hard the bed slams into the wall. He growls and groans, tee

Propping himself above me with one arm, the man parts the curtain above my headboard, showering moonlight onto my chest. His hands are warm as he lifts my breasts by the nipples and

The only way to keep my inner demons weak is to starve them. And I’d starve myself to death before I let anything bad happen to this girl

No, Holly, I’ve... I’ve never felt this intensely about anyone. I know it hasn’t been long, but it’s like you’re already a part of me. A vital organ. I’d bleed to death if someone tried to cut you out.”

Whose ass is this, baby?” he growls.

“Daddy’s.” I nearly go cross-eyed at the way his pubic bone bumps my clit with every thrust.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“D-daddy’s...”

“Who do you belong to, baby girl?”

“You, Daddy.” I moan the words. “I’m all yours.”

He pounds into me, picking up the pace as soon as he feels my inner muscles start to quiver. I’m so fucking close. Painfully close...

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he says, “and you’re gonna spend the rest of the night dancing and eating cake with Daddy’s cum dripping down your legs.”

"Are you gonna be a good girl and let Daddy play with your tits?" I pinch firmly to compensate for the extra layers of fabric.

"Oh... Yes, Daddy," she whimpers as I flick my thumbs back and forth across her nipples.

"Does that feel good?" I ask. Kenzie nods, eyes closed. "Use your words, baby."

"It does," she whispers, like she's sharing a secret. "It feels so good, Daddy."

"How 'bout we get these clothes off so Daddy can see how pretty your tits are? Arms up, baby girl."