“Gonna fill you again,” he snarled into my ear, tongue dragging over my sweat-soaked skin. “You gonna take Daddy’s knot like a good little b***h this time? Or you gonna scream again while it stretches that tight p***y open?”
I was panting.
Wrecked.
Eyes wide, mouth open, trembling.
But I nodded.
Frantically.
Desperately.
“Yes—yes—yes, please—I want it—I want it—breed me, Daddy—breed me again..”
I was sobbing beneath him, begging with my whole body, because I could already feel the pressure building at the base of his c**k; swelling thicker, stretching harder, like my p***y was about to get locked the f**k down again.
And then it happened.
The knot.
The f*****g knot.
It started pressing into me—slow but angry—so swollen it made my breath catch in my throat and my legs shake so h
