Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 14

He caught me easily, one strong, arm wrapping around my waist, anchoring me to him. I couldn’t move. His other hand slid up, fingers wrapping around the back of my neck, keeping me in places he fucked me trom behind.

“You can take it,” he growled. “I know you can. You’re already driping down my cock.”

I tried to respond, but all that came out was a broken sound. I was soaked, his cock slid in and out of me with wet, obscene

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sounds, my slick dripping down my thighs. Every thrust angled perfectly to hit that sensitive spot inside me. My body was on

fire.

He leaned in, his chest slick with sweat, flattening against my back I could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re taking me so damn well as I ruin this tight little pussy.”

“Yes-“I gasped, head falling forward, forehead resting against the glass. “God, yes.”

He growled again and thrust harder. My moans came faster, and needier. I was close.

His hand slid between my thighs, fingers found my clit, rubbing tight, expert circles, coaxing my body toward the edge. I cried out, my hips jerking against his. His fingers and cock fucked me hard, that I couldn’t even breath anymore.

“Cum for me, princess,” he commanded. “Come on my cock.”

That was it.

“Oh, God…Hades!” My orgasm crashed into me, ripping through my body. My muscles clenched around him violently so tight I felt him jerk inside, and I screamed his name, eyes squeezing shut as my world shattered.

My hands scrambled uselessly against the fogged glass, but Hades didn’t stop.

He gripped my hips tighter, his rhythm growing faster, more erratic. I felt every inch of him as he drove into me, harder now, chasing his own release.

“H-Hades, wait-” I whimpered, voice barely a breath.

“I’m not done, take it princess.” He growled, voice harsh and uneven.

His cock slammed into me again, and again, pushing me toward a second peak before I’d even caught my breath. My body didn’t know what to do, half of me begged for a break, the other half already clenching around him, hungry for more.

The pleasure was too much, but he kept going.

Slapping skin, ragged breaths, the sound of him sliding deep inside my soaked, trembling pussy.

My legs shook violently, barely able to hold me upright.

His hand slid up, curling around my throat, while the other wrapped around my waist so tightly I couldn’t move at all.

“Fuck,” he growled, voice breaking. “I’m gonna cum-

One last, savage thrust.

He drove so deep, I felt the pulse of him erupt inside me, filling me completely. He groaned, his head falling into the crook of my neck as he spilled everything into me.

His cock twitched with every spurt, and I felt it all, his body trembling behind mine. The only sound left was our gasps, our hearts slamming against each other. He stayed inside me, buried to the base

He finally pulled out of me, and I moaned as the sudden emptiness made my body jolt. My legs instantly buckled beneath me.

I couldn’t even stand. My knees gave out, but before I hit the floor, strong arms caught me.

He lifted me effortlessly, one arm beneath my thighs, the other cradling my back. My head lolled against his shoulder, my body spent and trembling. I blinked up at him.

His hair was a mess, wild and damp, strands falling over his forehead. Sweat clung to his skin, his chest heaving like he’d just run miles. He looked wrecked, and still devastatingly beautiful. But it was his expression that made my heart skip.

He was staring at me, like I was something he couldn’t figure out whether to worship or ruin.

His lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile. “There is no way in h I’m letting you go, princess.”

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My eyes widened. “Wha-”

I didn’t even get the full word out, because I felt something hard and thick pressing against my thigh.

He was still hard?

My heart jumped to my throat.

“You… y-you’re still-?” I stammered.

His smirk deepened, eyes dark with something primal.

Without warning, he leaned down and kissed me. When he finally pulled back, his lips barely an inch from mine, he whispered, voice low and full of heat. “Let’s go for another round.”

My eyes widened.

Wh-who the hell have I gotten myself involved with?”

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Daddy, please make me come

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I was dreaming.

Or at least, I thought I was.

In the dream, I was being fucked hard, and mercilessly. My body on top of the cold counter, his grip bruising my hips as he held me down. His fingers and tongue pushed into me without warning curling deep until I was gasping, crying out, and writhing under his control.

The dream shifted. Suddenly, I was on my knees, lips stretched around a thick cock, my throat burning from how deep he pushed. My eyes watered, but I didn’t stop, I needed more. The deep groan that rumbled from his chest, the way his fingers tightened in my hair only made me hungrier. Desperate to please, and take it all.

And then I was standing again, my palms flat against a tall glass window, the city below. His body pressed into mine, chest hot against my back, his cock slamming into me so hard I thought the glass might crack. Every thrust drove the breath out of me, my moans fogging up the glass as my legs shook.

The positions kept changing, on the bed, against the wall, the floor, everywhere. Every surface in that hotel room had become part of his playground.

I didn’t even know how many times he’d made me come. It just kept happening. Over and over again. the helpless moaning, the stretch, my body clenching, and arching, I was begging for more and shattering over and over until I couldn’t breathe.

I squeezed my thighs together in my sleep.

My back arched slightly.

God… that dream was so sexy, and real. I didn’t want to wake up at all. I wanted to stay right there, and become a moaning mess.

My body was flushed, tingling, aching in places that shouldn’t be aching from a dream. And fuck, I was wet.

Even half-asleep, I could feel the throbbing pulse between my legs.

My eyelids fluttered, but I didn’t open them. My hand moved on its own, wandering without shame. Fingertips brushed over my bare breasts, and a soft breath escaped me as I pinched one nipple, then the other, gently at first, then harder.

I arched into my own touch, circling and tugging until both nipples hardened under my fingertips. Then my hand drifted lower, sliding across my stomach. I exhaled shakily. My skin burned everywhere I touched.

I didn’t rush it. I savored it