My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340: 340/I’m Not Done Fucking You

Chapter 340

Jake’s point of view

I was completely and shockingly stunned upon hearing this title, and my strokes and movements froze for a fraction of a second from the intensity of shock and strangeness.

Did she just call me "Daddy"?! Is she directing this exciting word and dominant attribute to my person in particular in the midst of her lust, or is she merely drunk, completely numbed, and knows not, for the sake of hell, who the man sleeping over her and fucking her is?!

My jaw convulsed violently, and I said in a sharp, rough, and shaking tone to clarify the matter from her and break this mystery:

"Who am I, Julie, indeed?! Look into my eyes right now... who am I?!"

Her lips moved with panting, unconscious hysteria, and she said in a humiliated tone of pleading:

"Daddy... fuck me and shatter me, Daddy... please."

Those words of hers and the exciting title that emerged from her mouth in this submissive manner made every atom of mind and wisdom inside me collapse completely without return, and I lost my sanity in a crazy, unprecedented fashion. I increased the power, violence, and speed of my strokes with a panting, barbaric harshness, while my massive hands pressed with excessive power and a spasm upon her thighs to pin them at the top with extreme tightness until they adhered to my broad shoulders completely, and her face, swaying between her open knees, screamed with repetition, panting, and weeping with the exact word: "Daddy!".

Julie writhed beneath my successive, powerful, and deep strokes with a apparent violence and lust, saying in a panting, disconnected voice from which pleasure exuded:

"Daddy... I am going to squirt... I can no longer endure... Daddy!"

Her blatant confession of her near arrival at the peak and ending made the ignited heat ascend from the depths of my inside and between my thighs with a sharp spasm. The moment I felt her hot, burning fluids squirt with sweeping power and encircle and squeeze my dick inside with successive pulses, I pulled myself with blind momentum and madness to the outside in the last second by a miracle.

I squirted all my whiteness and my dense lust in a successive, abundant manner over the opening of her pussy and her smooth thighs from the outside, for my body to plummet with its full weight beside her over the bedding while I breathed with panting, burning, and exhausted paces after everything had ended and that stormy, fierce gale had been extinguished.

My hand extended with an automatic, swift movement to her warm, naked waist, and I gripped upon it with excessive power to attract her naked, exhausted body toward me with momentum, as a instinctive, involuntary reflex that possessed my limbs after that violent, enjoyable squirting. Our hot, heavy, and exhausted breaths interlaced for long seconds, and I began gradually restoring my scattered, collapsed atoms of mind while looking at the ceiling of the room in total lostness. I ground my teeth with a delayed regret that shouted in the depths of my conscience with power:

Damn you... what have you done now, for the sake of hell?! What have you done to the sister of your friend?!

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