I came again within minutes—shorter, sharper waves that made my legs shake against his shoulders. “Daddy… I can’t… too much…”

“You can,” he growled against my breast, biting down gently. “You will. Come on Daddy’s cock until you forget your own name, baby girl.”

He kept me folded like that for what felt like forever, pounding me senseless. The wet squelching sounds were louder now, filthy and constant. My juices and his cum coated his abs, my thighs, the bed—everything. When my next orgasm hit, I screamed so loud I was sure the storm outside couldn’t drown it out.

Marc finally released my legs and rolled us onto our sides,...