She walked into the hotel room and the door clicked shut behind her like a lock on everything else in her life. He was already there, sitting in the chair by the window, legs spread, shirt open. "Strip," he said. No hello, no warm-up. Just that one word, low and rough.
Her hands went to the hem of her dress. She pulled it over her head and let it drop. Bra next, then panties. She stood naked in the middle of the room while he watched, eyes dark. "Good girl. Now come here and say it."
She crossed the carpet, knelt between his knees, and looked up. "Daddy."
His hand cupped her jaw, thumb dragging over her bottom lip. "Louder."
"Daddy," she repeated, voice already shaking. "I need you."
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Thick, already hard, the head shiny. "Open."
She opened her mouth and he fed it to her, one slow push until her lips stretched around the base. He held her there, fingers tight in her hair, then started fucking her throat in steady strokes. Wet sounds filled the room. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She gagged once and he pulled back just enough for her to breathe before pushing in again.
"Look at you," he growled. "Daddy's little slut choking on cock. You missed this, didn't you?"
She tried to nod, eyes watering. He pulled out and slapped her cheek with his dick, leaving a wet streak. "Answer me."
"Yes, Daddy. I missed it so much."
He stood, hauled her up, and spun her toward the bed. She landed on her stomach. He grabbed her hips, yanked them up, and kicked her legs wider. Two fingers shoved straight into her pussy, no teasing. She was soaked already. He pumped them hard, curling against her front wall until her thighs trembled.
"Fucking dripping," he muttered. "You get wet the second you call me Daddy, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one thrust. She cried out, face pressed into the mattress. He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her deep and fast, hips slapping her ass, one hand gripping the back of her neck to hold her down. Every stroke dragged across that spot inside her that made her see white.
"Take it," he ordered. "Take every inch of Daddy's cock. This pussy belongs to me."
She pushed back against him, moaning into the sheets. "It's yours, Daddy. Fuck me harder."
He did. The bed creaked. His balls slapped her clit with every thrust. He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles until her legs started to shake. She came hard, pussy clenching around him, a broken sound ripping out of her throat.
He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her knees over his elbows, and folded her in half. The new angle let him bottom out. She could feel him in her stomach. He leaned down, mouth at her ear.
"You want Daddy to fill this cunt?"
"Please," she gasped. "Come inside me, Daddy. I want it."
He slammed into her a few more times, then buried himself deep and came with a low groan. She felt every pulse, hot and thick, flooding her. He stayed there, grinding slow, pushing it deeper.
When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down her ass.
He scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back inside her. "Keep it in. Daddy's not done with you yet."
She lay there panting, legs spread, while he stroked himself hard again. The night was just starting. She smiled, already reaching for him. "Yes, Daddy."
