My eyes rolled back so hard I saw nothing but stars and white.
The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room like thunder. His hand was tight in my hair, yanking my head back, my neck arched, drool already leaking from the corner of my mouth as he used my body like it was his f*****g toy.
“You like waking me up like that?” he hissed, slamming in again, deeper this time, like he was trying to split me in half. “With your filthy little mouth wrapped around my c**k?”
“Y-yes,” I sobbed, back arching, hands clawing at the sheets that were already soaked in blood and c*m and whatever shame I used to have. “I just—I needed it—I needed you again, Daddy—”
My voice cracked because his c**k hit that spot.
That spot.
That stupid little bundle of nerves deep inside me that turned my
