Five minutes after I walked through the door we were in your bed, no time even for foreplay, we were both too hungry. You fumbled with my belt and zipper while I stripped your dress over your head and threw it across the room, collapsing on your like a building, my mouth hungry and on yours as your hands freed my cock. I rumbled into your mouth as your eager, sure hands stroked and squeezed my hard shaft and rubbed it against your cunt still covered by your panties, the lace rasping against the head of my cock.
"Daddy, I missed you," you whispered as you teased us both.
"I missed you too, little girl."
I reached down and fastened my hand around your throat and your hands left my cock to wrap around my forearm, the muscles tensing as I squeezed. You didn't try to stop me, only played your fingers up and down my arm. I reached down with the other hand and moved your panties to the side and slid myself into you in one motion, all the way to the hilt. Your eyes widened and you gurgled against the pressure of my hand as your eyes rolled back in your head.
"Christ, your cunt is white hot kitten," I growled as I fucked you.
There was no romance here, only hunger. I fucked you deep, removing my cock almost entirely from your wet cunt before thrusting home again with slow violence, grinding my pelvis against your cunt and kissing you, biting your lips, licking you from chin to upper lip and back, not a man, but a wolf feeding on you.
"Fuck me, daddy. Just fuck me. Use me," you whispered against my mouth.
"Whatever you want, kitten, you can have."
"I want your cock. I want your cum. Give it to me," you whimpered.
"Such a good girl."
I reached forward, stroking my hands up your ribs and across your tits, my rough palms rasped across your nipples on the way up to grab your arms and pin them above your head as I drove into you, growling deep in my chest and sinking my teeth into your neck.
"I'm hungry, daddy. I need your cum."
I growled into your neck and picked up the speed of my thrusts. I brought up knees in close and lifted your hips above the bed between one forceful thrust and the next so that your ass was resting against my thighs. I curled you up in a ball against me, sliding even deeper into your cunt at an angle that was just shy of painful. I bottomed out and you moaned into my mouth.
Then I fucked you. Hard. Fast. Ugly. Rough. You bounced against me and howled into my chest. It had been more than a week since I'd cum, I was boiling with need and I had no care for your pleasure at all. I needed to be emptied out completely, to fill you to the brimming point, to watch it spill out and drip from you. To defile you and cover ever inch of you, to mark you. I wanted you to stink of my cum and spit when I was finished, so that you could walk any street and men in a hundred directions would know who owned that little cunt, that somebody had marked you as his property. I fucked you harder and harder, your cunt singing and clutching my throbbing length. I reached the edge between one thrust and the next. You whimpered.
"Please, daddy. Please, I can't take any more."
"I'll stop when I want to, kitten."
"I need it."
"Tell me."
"I need your cum. I need it. Give it to me daddy, please."
"Where do you want it? Tell daddy how you want to be fed."
"I want it in my mouth, daddy."
I slowed down, but did not stop thrusting into hard and deep.
"Are you sure?"