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His movements became more urgent, more passionate. He was fucking me with a hunger that was almost feral, and I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he stretched me to my limits. My cries turned into screams, my body convulsing with each powerful thrust. I could feel the heat building inside me, a pressure that was almost too much to bear.
"You're so tight, so fucking perfect," he grunted, his voice ragged. "I can't hold back much longer. I'm going to fill you up, baby. I'm going to mark you as mine."
"Yes, please," I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel you, all of you."
He growled, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass. The sound of our flesh meeting, the wet noises of his cock sliding in and out of my ass, filled the room. I could feel his breath coming in short gasps, his body tense and rigid behind me.
"Fuck, I'm coming," he groaned, his movements becoming erratic. I felt him swell inside me, and then he was pulsing, filling me with his hot seed. I could feel it, warm and sticky, as it coated my insides. He let out a final, shuddering groan, his body collapsing onto mine, his weight pressing me into the bed.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and uneven. He slowly pulled out of me, and I felt a rush of his cum spill out, dripping down my thighs. He ran a finger through it, then brought it to my lips, painting them with our mixed fluids.
"Taste us," he whispered, his voice hoarse. I obeyed, licking his finger clean, savoring the salty, slightly bitter taste of us. He watched me, his eyes dark and intense, then leaned down to kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, claiming me all over again.
When he pulled back, he smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that made my heart skip a beat. "You're mine now, little bird. All mine."
I nodded, my body still trembling with aftershocks. "Yes, Daddy. I'm yours."
He ran a hand through my hair, his touch gentle now, tender. "Good girl. Now, let's get you cleaned up. I want to see that pretty little ass of yours, make sure I didn't hurt you too much."
He helped me up, leading me to the bathroom, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist. As he turned on the shower, I looked at him, my heart full. I had given him everything, and he had taken it, claimed it, made it his. And I wanted nothing more than to do it all over again.
