Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 50: Chapter FIFTY

ANGEL

He pounded into me harder, faster, chasing his own release.

”Yes. Daddy please.” The words came automatically now, like I’d been programmed to say them.

He groaned and I felt his cock pulse inside me.

The heat of his cum flooded me, filling me so full it started leaking out around his cock even while he was still buried deep.

He kept thrusting, pushing his cum deeper, making obscene wet sounds as he moved in and out of me.

”Take all of Daddy’s cum, baby girl. Every last drop.”

He gave a few more shallow thrusts, then stilled, keeping his cock inside me while it continued to pulse, emptying everything he had into my pussy.

Damien collapsed on top of me, but his crushing weight somehow felt comforting in its solidness.

He cupped my face. His lips slammed against mine.

”That was amazing.” I could hear the pride in his voice, like I’d done well.

”You squirted so much for me, baby girl.”

One second.

Two second.

I was quickly coming down from the high he gave me.

Pain began to resurface and everything hurt again.

I started crying hysterically, my whole body shaking with sobs I couldn’t control.

Damien was gentle when he slid out of me completely and I was grateful for that small mercy. More of his cum leaked out in a rush, and I felt it trickling down between my legs, over the plug still lodged in my ass, pooling beneath me on the already soaked sheets.

”Come here, baby. You did great.”

He produced a key and unclasped my cuffs.

Then he slid off the bed and unchained my ankles.

Blood rushed back into my hands and feet so rapidly that it felt like needle pricks. It was almost as painful as the restraints had been.

He scooped my shuddering body and pulled me against him. I cried into his neck and snuggled against him for warmth, for comfort, for anything that wasn’t pain.

”Shhh, baby. Daddy is going to take care of you now.”

Sobs kept escaping.

”You’re okay.” His voice was sweet and concerned and it melted something inside me. I clung to his loving nature like a lifeline, like it was the only good thing left in my destroyed world.

”It hurts, Daddy.” I whimpered.

What was I doing? Fuck, I was broken.

A bubble of laughter escaped my throat suddenly. Damien stared at me strangely like he was trying to figure out what I found so funny.

Then he cupped my face.

I kept laughing.

The sound was crazed and it wouldn’t stop.

Like I had no control over it anymore.

Something inside my brain had snapped and was misfiring.

I could feel it leaving me, like smoke pouring from my skin.

I kept laughing. My stomach hurt with it.

”Angel.” Damien’s voice cut through my hysteria.

His brows furrowed as he clasped my shoulders.

This was the man who ruined me. Damien had ruined me. He’d won.

His other hand cupped my face firmly, forcing my eyes to meet his, pulling me back from wherever my mind was trying to escape to.

”Angel, I can’t lose you now.” His voice was urgent, almost desperate. ”I am so proud of you. You accepted your punishment like a champ.”

He ran his hand through my hair, gentle and soothing. ”Such a good girl for her Daddy.”

I stared at him through my tears and broken laughter.

”Snap out of it, sweetheart. Let’s get you bathed and then I’ll stitch your wounds up. Then Daddy will hold you, okay?”

A small laugh escaped me and my eyes teared up again.

Did he mean what he said?

He was my Daddy now?

He would take care of me? I had no one who cared about me anymore. Would he do it?

I found myself nodding slowly.

”There she is. Come on, little girl. I’m not going to hurt you anymore today. And perhaps not ever again if you keep being good for Daddy.”

I nodded again. Then because I knew he liked when I used words, I whispered. ”Yes, Daddy.”

I saw the pride in his eyes.

Then his gaze grew heated.

With lust.

Need.

He was getting hard again. I could see his cock swelling.

And then he kissed me. His lips were soft and it wasn’t the punishing kiss I was used to. This one felt like a reward.

Something Vincenzo never did.

Vincenzo never wanted me like this, never kissed me like this.

I kissed Damien’s lips. I didn’t bite him. I kissed him slowly, almost shyly, and he groaned into my mouth, kissing me more deeply, his tongue plunging in, claiming me all over again but he was still gentle.

I wanted him to fix me.

I wanted him to stroke my hair until I fell asleep.

I wanted to see more of this pride that shone in his eyes right now, and I would do anything to earn it again and again.

”You’re so fucking beautiful.” He rasped against my lips, his fingers tangled at my nape.

”I want to live inside of you—your body and your mind. Give it all to me!”

He wrapped my thighs around him and I felt his cock hard already ready for me, the tip pressing against my entrance.

I wanted to please him, to be his good girl.

So I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling how thick and hard it was, still slick with his cum and my wetness, and I positioned it at my entrance, then pushed my hips down, taking him inside me again despite how much everything hurt.

Pain flared but I ignored it.

I pushed past it like he’d taught me to do. I took him deeper, feeling every inch of his cock filling me, stretching me, claiming me all over again.

He consumed me. His scent, his touch, his words—everything was Damien now.

His hands guided my hips as I rode him, moving slowly at first, then faster as my body adjusted, and I felt his cock hitting that deep spot inside me that made me gasp. His cum from before was leaking out around his cock, making obscene wet sounds as I moved.

We rode toward oblivion together, and somewhere in the back of my broken mind, I realized I wasn’t fighting anymore.

I’d surrendered completely.

Angel Hale was gone.