CLAIMED BY MY FATHER'S MATE

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Nyra's POV

Respect?

How?

My lips trembled. “Just for you…. Daddy.” The name slipped past my lips before my mind could catch up.

Then his lips curled into a menacing smirk. “Good Daddy's girl. Now.. tell me what you want daddy to do for you.”

I did not hesitate. “I want you to f**k me, Daddy. Very hard, Daddy.”

“I would have loved to.. but I can't f**k some unknown p***y with protection.”

My heart clenched tightly. So I wasn't getting f****d tonight. That would be disastrous.

He fingers gripped the band of my panties and dragged it down, removing it completely. “But then… my fingers are just as good as my cock.”

With that, he slammed a thick finger inside my p***y; his finger was bigger than Cain's c**k with more effect. “f*****g tight pussy.”

My breath seized as my p***y welcomed his finger, tightening around it like a f*****g lock and key—like it has not even been f****d before.

“Da—ddy,” I cried out , my back arched off the couch as he began to thrust in and out of me, my legs slid off his shoulders, but threw them right back there.

He let out a dry laugh, twisting his finger inside me. “Look at you, slut. You couldn't even take a finger properly and you dare want my c**k? If I dare f**k you… then you p***y would split apart. You won't be able to take me, kitten.”

I didn't answer him. He was right. I'd break if he f***s me, but then, I still wanted him even though it would kill me.

He slipped his free hand inside my top and grabbed my heavy breasts, squeezed it roughly and pinched down on the sharp n*****s. Then he added another finger, stretching me wider and that was when I lost all sense of reasoning.

I pressed my palm hard on the couch, lifted myself off the couch. “Dadddddddddddddddy,” I drawled as he thrust all the way in, his base grazed my c**t and then all the way out, letting my c*m pooled down and a filthy smacking sound echoed through the room.

His thrusts became more erratic, so brutal, making my entire body shake. “Yes, kitten. Did you like me f*****g you like this?”

I threw my head up, surrendering myself to this man that not only owned my body, but also, my soul and fate. I rolled my eyes, seeing a rainbow on the ceiling.

“Y—es—Daddy—i—love—you—f*****g—me—like this—haha—yes—ooh—my p***y—is yours—daddy—take—it—daddy—use—it—please.” My incoherent words spilled out as he hit my sensitive spot over and over again.

“Oh—my—yes—my—breasts—you are—touching—me—so—well—daddy—oh—you’ve got such magical hands—haha,” I whimpered when he started pulling at my n*****s, sending pleasure straight to my cunt.

Then he pulled out his fingers, slammed it back in and that was it.

My legs clasped his neck together so tightly that I wonder if he could breath, toes curled so hard inside the f*****g heels that I had on and my fingers dug into the couch as my entire body arched off…. A tear leaked down as I exploded.

“Dadddddddddddddddy,” I let out a guttural growl and then collapsed back on the couch, my breathing came out in short gasps.

He thrust out his fingers and swiped his tongue around them. “Damn it,” he growled, the vein in his neck popping out. “f*****g delicious cream.”

He stood, tucked his hard, glistening c**k in his pants and buckled his belt.

“What are you supposed to tell me, kitten?”

“Thank you daddy,” I breathed out, my body still shivering from it all. “For letting me have a piece of your c**k and for f*****g me so well.”

He smiled satisfactorily. “And now, I want to f**k you.” He reached into his pockets. His nose flared up as he cursed out. “f**k! I don't have my card with me.” Then his lips curled into a smirk as he brought out a pen. “But I have a pen.”

His eyes darted around the lounge. “No paper, then I will have to improvise.” He yanked my top up and started scribbling on my cleavage. “That is my contact. Call me later and let's fix a date to fulfill your fantasy.”

My mouth fell open in disbelief. “But I can't even see the numbers”

“Then you are not desperate enough for my c**k. If you are… then you will realise that you are capable of much more.”

He winked and walked away—like he was never here, yet his presence lingered, his heat was still rubbing off me, his scent was still all over me and his words… they rang louder than a bell.

I needed him—i need his c**k. I won't miss out on such good c**k.

Quickly before the number erase due to the sweat, I strained my eyes down and started memorising his numbers. I was so smart, so it didn't take long before it stuck in my memory.

I did not know for how long I sat there on the couch, with my p***y spread apart and still clenching hard.

After I had regained my strength, I pushed myself up, wore my panties and staggered out of the lounge.