Chapter 15 - Sydney Part 1 (2/2)

I snarl to myself as I reach up and start biting her n.i.p.p.l.es, flexing my c.o.c.k so it rubs against her cracker c.u.n.t.

”F.u.c.k me daddy, give me every inch of that bbc.”

She whimpers as she grinds harder and reaches down, stroking every inch of my manhood.

”God daddy, there's so much pre-c.u.m.”

She m.o.a.ns as she pulls her hand out and starts s.u.c.k.i.n.g the pre-c.u.m off her nails.

”It tastes so good, daddy...

Give me f.u.c.k.i.n.g more.”

She says in a primal tone as she drops to her knees and yanks my sweats down.

Greedily s.u.c.k.i.n.g my c.o.c.k down her throat as she grips my balls, milking them for every drop of my pre-c.u.m.

”F.U.C.KKKKKK!!”

I m.o.a.n as I run my hands through her hair and let her suck my soul out through my c.o.c.k.

She's working my c.o.c.k like a pro, s.u.c.k.i.n.g every inch down her throat as her tongue licks all around it.

She never stops gripping my balls as she looks into my eyes, practically begging me to dump a load down her throat.

”GODDAMNIT!!”

I roar as I stand up and lay her hear back against the couch, pinning her head there so I can f.u.c.k her pretty face.

”You are my goddamn S.l.u.t and I'm gonna f.u.c.k.i.n.g ruin you.”

I snarl as I bottom out in her throat and let my balls cover her nose, so she can't breathe at all around my c.o.c.k.

Sydney lays there and takes every inch of his nigger c.o.c.k, loving the feeling of it slamming down her throat.

She m.o.a.ns around his c.o.c.k and reaches up, gripping his a.s.s so she can pull him deeper.

She knows that she shouldn't, but she f.u.c.k.i.n.g loves the way he uses her.

That's why she brought up the date, she wanted for him to f.u.c.k.i.n.g ruin her.

I growl and pull my c.o.c.k out of her mouth, wrapping one hand around her throat as I start smacking the f.u.c.k out of her.

”Who's your f.u.c.k.i.n.g daddy, bitch?”

I snarl and look into her eyes.

”You're my f.u.c.k.i.n.g daddy and I'm your cracker whore, your little piece of f.u.c.k.i.n.g r.a.p.emeat.”

She m.o.a.ns through years as she starts shaking, she's been rubbing her c.l.i.t this whole time but still hasn't came.

”Daddy, may I please c.u.m?”

She asks through tears as she rubs harder and reaches up, stroking his c.o.c.k with her pretty nails.

”Not yet you f.u.c.k.i.n.g whore.”

I snarl as I lean my head back and let her stroke me, before grabbing her hair and throwing her over the back of the couch.

”Spread those f.u.c.k.i.n.g cheeks so you can c.u.m all over this c.o.c.k.”

I growl as I slap her perfect a.s.s and rip the spandex off.

”Goddamnit yes daddy, f.u.c.k me like a worthless S.l.u.t.”

She m.o.a.ns and reaches back, spreading her a.s.s and putting her perfect nails on display.

”F.U.C.K YES.”

I roar as I slide into her dripping c.u.n.t, feeling it start to milk my c.o.c.k instantly.

I grip her h.i.p.s and do long, slow strokes as her c.u.n.t milks me.

”Daddyyyyyy, please let me f.u.c.k.i.n.g c.u.m, I'm begging you.”

She whimpers as her body goes limp and lays there, taking every inch of my nigger c.o.c.k as her eyes roll back.

I flip her over and wrap one hand around her throat, using the other to pinch her perky n.i.p.p.l.es.

”I'm gonna look into your eyes and steal the last breath of air from your lungs as you c.u.m.”

I snarl as I wrap both hands around her throat and f.u.c.k deeper, letting her take every inch of my manhood.

”Goddamnit you sick f.u.c.k, I'm about to explode.”

She says as her face begins to turn purple and she rubs her c.l.i.t.

Dots starting to appear in her vision as her guts are rearranged.

”Jesus f.u.c.k.i.n.g Christ, this p.u.s.s.y is begging for me to fill it up.

It's begging to take every drop of my nigger seed.”

I snarl as I squeeze harder and continue looking into her eyes, watching as she struggles to keep them open.

”D-da-daddy..”

She whimpers as she begins losing consciousness and her p.u.s.s.y explodes.

I lean down and kiss her deeply as I keep f.u.c.k.i.n.g her guts and grind against her c.l.i.t.

I can feel her last breath go into my lungs as I start to slowly pull my c.o.c.k out.

She lays there unconscious, her body feeling pure ecstasy as she c.u.ms.

She's twitching and whimpering in her sleep as the o.r.g.a.s.m washes over her.

I find a piece of paper and write a note, leaving it on her c.h.e.s.t as I walk upstairs....