“Say it,” he growled.
“Say what?”
“Say what you are.”
“I’m your slut,” I moaned. “I’m your little fucktoy. I’m your filthy, wet, c*m-soaked girl. I’m your best friend’s daughter’s best friend, bent over your bed and begging for your knot.”
He slammed in harder.
I choked on my scream.
My p***y fluttered like it couldn’t handle the stretch. His c**k was swelling. I could feel it. The knot. The pressure. The growing thickness of him locking inside me.
“Please, Daddy,” I sobbed. “Please knot me. Please stretch me open and lock me full. I want it. I need it. I want to feel your knot throb inside me. I want to be stuck. I want to feel you explode so deep it fills my womb.”
His hand reached around and slapped my p***y.
I screamed.
Again.
My thighs trembled violently.
I was about to co
