Chapter 100 - HUNDRED

Chapter 100: Chapter HUNDRED

ANGEL

"Turn over," he said.

My arms were shaking so badly I could barely push myself up. I rolled onto my stomach. I was lying in my own mess on the kitchen table.

Destroyed.

And I didn’t care about anything except the feeling of him stepping closer behind me.

He grabbed my hips. Pulled me to the edge until my feet were on the floor and my torso was flat on the table and my ass was presented to him.

His cock pressed against my entrance. Hot. Wide.

The head nudging against me, spreading me, teasing.

"You made a mess, Angel." His voice behind me was thick with lust and excitement. "You fountained all over his kitchen. Squirted all over his cock."

He pressed in. Just the tip. I felt the stretch and my breath stopped. "What do we say?"

"Thank you, Daddy." My voice was barely a rasp. "Thank you for making me cum so hard,"

"And what do you want now?"

"I want Daddy’s cock." I pushed back against him. Desperate. Trying to take more. "Deep. Inside me. I want to feel you fill me up, Daddy. Please. I need it."

He slammed in.

One brutal, devastating thrust that buried him to the hilt.

The scream that tore from me shook the kitchen. He was so deep — thick, stretching my swollen, oversensitive cunt in a way that was too much and perfect. My fingers clawed at the wet table. My eyes rolled back. I could feel him in my stomach.

"This is what good girls get," he growled behind me, pulling back and driving in so hard the table legs shrieked across the tile. "You clean when I tell you to clean. You behave when I tell you to behave. And in return... You get this!" he slammed deep and I sobbed into the table

"But if you misbehave..,"

He thrust hard, his balls slapping my crevice

"...if you throw things at people"

Another hard thrust that earned a sharp scream from me.

"...if you pour drinks on the floor..." he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back "...if you act like a spoiled little brat..." He held himself buried. "I take this away."

Every throbbing inch inside me while he denied me movement. My cunt was clenching around him desperately, milking him, and he held perfectly, cruelly still.

"I take my cock away. My bed. My lap. Everything. And you earn it all back on your knees. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy! I understand — please move,"

"Tell Daddy what you are."

"I’m yours. I’m your good girl — please fuck me"

He moved. Hard. Fast.

My body was still shaking from the two orgasms and every thrust sent aftershocks rippling through me.

I was making sounds that weren’t words —feral, pulled from somewhere primal. Each thrust pushed more wetness from me.

His hand found my throat from behind, wrapping around it. Squeezing. Holding. Owning.

His fingers a collar around my neck while he drove into me from behind.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Daddy’s pussy!"

"And whose cum is going to be inside it?"

"Yours — only yours—"

"I’m going to fill you up, Angel. Pump this little cunt so full of me it drips out of you all day." He grunted.

"Yes please, Daddy fill me up, breed me," I moaned.

"You want Daddy to breed you? Want me to put a baby in this pretty little belly?" His hand slid from my throat to my stomach. He pressed flat against it while he fucked me from behind, his palm warm and wide across my skin, holding the place where he wanted to plant himself.

"Want to walk around this house swollen with Daddy’s baby while the housekeeper watches?"

"Yes, yes. I want everyone to know — please, Daddy — come inside me,"

He slammed deep. His whole body went rigid and I felt him pulse,

Hot. Thick, flooding me in heavy waves.

He slammed deep. His whole body went rigid and I felt him pulse — hot, thick, flooding me in heavy waves. He ground against me with each throb, pushing deeper, making sure every drop stayed where he put it. And the broken, guttural sound he made against the back of my neck made me explode.

Weak, trembling, a final orgasm that rippled through me like an aftershock. My cunt milking him through every pulse. My face pressed into the wet table. Tears and sweat on my cheeks. My body wrung out. Empty of everything except him.

He stayed inside me, his weight collapsing onto my back.

Both of us wrecked.

The floor beneath us had a puddle. My mopped floor. Ruined again. By me. By us.

I almost laughed.

He pulled out slowly, his cum joined the wetness already between my thighs — thick, warm, mixing with everything else, beginning its slow descent down my skin.

Then he kissed the back of my neck. Soft. Once. Twice. Three times. His lips barely there. Featherlight against my damp skin. Each kiss was placed with a care that had no business existing after what he’d just done to me.

The tenderness. After all of that. The soft lips on my skin after the cock that had beaten my cunt until I sobbed.

This switch from monster to man in the space of a breath — was the thing that drove me crazy.

Like the hands that had just gripped my throat and yanked my hair were now terrified of leaving a mark they hadn’t meant.

He gathered me in his arms carefully. One arm under my knees, one behind my back, lifting me off the ruined table like I weighed nothing. I curled into his bare chest. My cheek against his skin.

He carried me up the stairs, my body was limp against him.

I felt small in his arms. Small and safe and completely loved in the way that Daddy and I can love each other — too much, too hard, too consuming to survive, but too necessary to stop.

He laid me on his bed. Our bed. The sheets were still tangled from this morning. He pulled the covers over me. His hand brushed the hair from my forehead, his fingers lingering on my temple, tracing the line of my cheekbone, the curve of my jaw.

I looked up at him, his chest was still bare. His hair falling across his forehead. Those dark eyes looking down at me with something that was beyond desire... beyond possession.

"Take a rest?" he said against my neck as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. "You’re coming with me to work later today."

His lips stayed on my skin a beat longer.

I relaxed against the pillows and the world was alright again