𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏
your daddy wasn’t listening. the relentless and pathetic begging whilst your fingers clawed at his wrists went in one ear and out the other. “daddy stop, daddy please stop,” came your croaks as fat tears spilled from your glossy eyes. he watched them roll down your cheeks, pooling at your neck; a fleeting smirk on his face. “you know how to make it stop,” he whispered maliciously before grinning at your bewildered whines.
more words. more words that meant nothing to him. none of them right, none of them faltering his pace. continuing to drill into your now puffy pussy, a faux pout formed on his lips. “poor princess,” he cooed gently, stroking your tear-stained cheeks, trapping you in missionary. “daddy can’t help himself- you just feel too fucking good.” you squeal in response as he draws his hips back before snapping back into your creamy cunt. “does it hurt sweetheart? sh, sh, i know it does. but you can stop it at any time. i gave you your safe word.”
you hiccup in response to his last sentence, racking your brain, searching for the key to halt his pounding. the sight of you struggling only made him want to fuck you harder and as you uttered your final word, he callously shook his head.
you sniffled, finally accepting the fact that you had no choice but to keep quiet and take it because you didn’t know how to make it stop.