Alexander’s grip on my thighs tightened as he drove into me with deep, punishing strokes. His eyes were locked on my face, drinking in every moan, every desperate expression as I came down from my orgasm.
“f**k, you squeeze so tight when you c*m,” he groaned, his voice rough. “Look at you… falling apart on my c**k already.”
He leaned over me, folding me almost in half on the marble island. The new angle made him hit even deeper, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Daddy— oh god, it’s too deep!” I sobbed, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“That’s right. Take every f*****g inch,” he growled against my ear. “This p***y was made for me. So wet. So greedy.”
His hips snapped forward harder, faster, the wet slapping sounds echoing loudly through the penthouse. I could feel anothe
