“Daddy… Please... don’t stop. Oh f**k!" Kyla moaned as Carlos thrûst into her from behind. Hard. Raw.
Her body was flushed and full of his marks and handprints. He gripped her waist, squeezing her n*****s that bounced at the impact.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“You!” She threw her head back, gripping the headboard with her nails almost digging in. “I’m only for you, Daddy!”
“Yeah, right. You belong to me.” he thrust harder, his hip meeting hers violently. “Only me”
An alarm blared.
Painfully loud.
Kyla gasped awake, reality slamming into her like a punch in the guts, knocking the air out of her lungs.
She sat up and blinked.
She was in her room.
That was a dream.
A wet dream.
“Oh my God,” she muttered, almost knocking the alarm off the table as she switched it off.
She dug he
