Chapter 67

Poppy

I was going to die, and I was completely okay with it.

My a.s.s was so full I couldn't think straight. I couldn't think at all, actually. I could only feel — the burn, the stretch, the thick invasion of just those few inches of Daddy's c.o.c.k seated in my a.s.s while my whole body throbbed around him.

"Tight," Daddy said roughly, above me. His hands pressed flat on my hips, pinning me to the mattress edge. "This greedy little hole is so f.u.c.king tight, baby girl."

"Do you like it, Daddy?" I whimpered.

He cursed, pulling his back slightly and thrusting in. I cried out at...