ANNABEL
But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, leaving me whimpering at the emptiness, my body still buzzing. “Not yet, cupcake,” he growled, spinning me around and lifting me onto the table. My back hit the cold glass, the shock making me gasp, my legs spread wide as he stepped between them.
He grabbed my thighs, yanking them up, hooking my knees over his shoulders in a deep missionary that opened me up completely. I was exposed, vulnerable, and f**k, I loved it. He thrust back in, deeper than before, his c**k hitting angles that made my eyes roll back. “Oh my f*****g God, Daddy…”
The position was intense, his c**k plunging so deep it felt like he was splitting me in half. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he f****d me hard, the table rattling beneath us.
His eyes lock
