Daddy's Little Warrior (Daddy 13)

Fuck, she was so wet and needy, making the same hungry little cries she always had that drove him crazy. Her cunt was as tight as it had been the first time he’d taken her, and she’d been a virgin.

They both groaned and held tight to each other as he penetrated her. When he bottomed out in her, they paused to kiss for a minute.

He brought them to the sofa and laid them down with him on top. His lips touched every part of her face and neck while his one hand went over her body. He used his other arm to keep his weight off his delicate woman. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get his hands off her, afraid she might disappear.

“Fuck, baby. Please tell me I’m not dreaming?” he asked as he continued to pump into her.

One of her hands cupped the side of his face. “You’re not, eshgham. I’m here with you finally.”

God, he loved it when she called him my love in her language.

He hadn’t told her she was his world enough when they’d been together before. “You’re eshgham, baby. Forever.” His balls tightened as a shiver started at the base of his spine, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Baby, I want you to come for me. I want to feel your sweet cream slide over my cock and then out of you.”

She nodded and stared at him with a look that always made him feel ten feet tall.

He pressed his mouth down on hers when she screamed. Then, he pounded his cock into her, making sure he got every bit of pleasure out of their orgasms.

When he’d pumped every drop of cum into her, he rolled them to the side with his back to the sofa. He made sure they stayed connected for as long as possible, which was easy since his cock still hadn’t deflated and would be ready to go again shortly.

He swept her long black hair from her face and cataloged any changes that might have happened. She looked pale and tired, and there were a few tiny scars that hadn’t been there before, but otherwise, she was as beautiful as she’d always been.

Her hair was midnight dark, and her eyes were large and a dark-chocolate brown. All her features were delicate, sweet, and feminine. It was hard to think of her taking care of herself and her brother in such brutal conditions back in Afghanistan. But she’d done it, and he’d been so proud of her.