Bend Me, Daddy
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I continued to tell her how fucking good she felt wrapped around my cock as she carefully took me all the way in. When she was fully seated on my hips, she stilled, her head hanging forward and all of that gorgeous pink hair hiding her face from me.

But I felt the way she shuddered, and I heard the catch in her chest. "Sera? Baby, look at me. Look at me," I told her, reaching both hands for her face and lifting her head.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was in a tight line.

Shit. I was losing her. "Serafina, eyes on me," I ordered in a hard voice.

She responded to my tone, opening them and replaceing my face.

"You don't think about that," I told her. "You don't think about them. There's no one here but me and you. Understand?"

After a few seconds, she nodded.

"It's just me and you, baby girl. Just us. Eyes on me," I said when she started to look away. "Right here." I pointed at my own eyes with two fingers. "You don't look away, you got it? You keep your eyes on me." "Okay," she whispered.

"Okay," I said. Lifting her hands from the death grip she had on my chest, I laced my fingers through hers and pushed until she was sitting up straight. Fuck, I was so deep inside of her, and she was so gorgeous sitting on me like that. "If anything hurts, you tell me."

She nodded.

Bending my knees, I pushed up with my hips, talking to her to keep her focus on what was happening here and now. Her eyes never strayed from mine as she began to move above me, lifting herself up and down with timid movements at first, gradually gaining more confidence.

And then, as she stared down at me, her expression began to change.

Her eyes hardened and her upper lip curled into an expression of hatred. I could feel the change in her entire body, and I watched the transition with something akin to fascination. But I knew it wasn't aimed at me. Not personally. Or hell, maybe it was. Honestly, right now? I didn't give a shit.

She released my hands and gripped my wrists, slamming them down onto the bed on either side of my head. She started moving faster. Harder. Fucking me until I clenched my teeth together with the effort not to come. And the entire time, she kept her eyes right on mine.

Sera was taking back her control.

I didn't enjoy being held down, and I could've reversed our positions quite easily. But I allowed her to do it, knowing that she needed this more than anything I could say to her or how good I could make her feel.

Shoving herself upright, she threw her head back and took her pleasure from me, one hand on her breast and the other going between her legs where her long, slender fingers found her clit. I watched as she played with herself, using me like I was nothing better than a damn vibrator.

And it was one of the most erotic fucking things I'd ever seen.

Not because a woman hadn't done this in front of me before, but because it was Sera. My innocent Sera. My hands found her hips, her breasts, her thighs. I needed to touch her everywhere.

Her breaths came fast and hard as she rode me, my pulse pounding in my ears and my cock swollen to the point of pain as I met her stroke for stroke. Angry sounds escaped her throat. Her hand left her breast, and she leaned back, reaching behind her to dig her nails into my thigh. I was so fucking deep inside of her. I'd never felt anything so fucking good. "Fuck me, baby girl. Yes. Ah! Fuck. Just like that."

I don't know if she heard me or if she was so lost in her own head, nothing would break through. But a few second later, her fingers started moving faster on her clit and her hips rocked almost violently over mine right before she stiffened and cried out, throwing herself forward over me as her cunt pulsed around my cock.

"Sera!" My orgasm ripped through me so hard I cried out and dug my fingers into her soft flesh as my body jerked and curled in on itself. I hugged her to me as I came, my face buried in the crook of her neck to smother my own cries of release.

We lay like that for a long time, just trying to breathe as I rubbed my hands up and down her back, over her hips and ass and thighs and back again. "Are you okay?" I asked her when I could manage to speak. And she burst into tears. Hard, heavy sobs that splayed my chest open and tore out my heart.

I didn't try to stop her. She needed to get this shit out. And if she needed to take it out on me, I was perfectly okay with that. So I let her cry, letting her know I was there with my touch, until her sobs turned to a shuddering sigh and sniffles. "I'm sorry," she told me, her voice still thick with tears.

"Shhh...you're alright. I've got you."

"I don't know what the hell that was," she admitted.

"It was you working through the stuff you've been through."

"I'm not angry at you."

"I know that, baby."

"I shouldn't have-"

Tangling my hand in her hair, I tugged her head back until she was looking up at me with confusion. "Stop fucking apologizing," I told her. "You need someone to hit? You hit me. You need someone to curse and scream at? You scream at me. You need someone to fuck? You fuck me. I'm a big boy, Sera. I can take it." And I understood. "You do what you need to do, baby girl. But what I won't allow you to do is shut me out. I won't let you run away."

"You make it sound like you're not giving me the choice."

I met her stare. "Maybe I'm not."

After a moment, she snuggled into me and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice when she said, "I wouldn't know where to go right now anyway."

For the first time since I'd met her, I felt the tension completely leave my body, like I was able to breathe again. With her.

The day after tomorrow, we would have to go to Luca's. And that's when the real battle to keep her would begin. But it was a battle I was going to win. Never again would I be forced to choose between my family and a woman I couldn't give up.