Page 99 of Vandal Unbound

“Vandal,” she says, finally, pushing herself away from me so she can breathe.

“Violating enough?”

She smiles at that, cups my cheeks, and kisses me hard. “Not yet.”

I put her back down on the floor, turn her so she’s facing the bed, and push her to her knees. I take hold of her wrists and stretch them out ahead of her over the bed, forcing her to place her head down on the mattress.

“Keep them there,” I say as I run a finger down her spine.

I put on a condom and kneel down behind her, but before I slip into her, I massage her ass. Kneading and squeezing. Pulling her cheeks apart so I can see her asshole and pussy. I’m rough, my fingers leaving red prints on her cheeks. She’s too low, and it’s a struggle to bend enough to lick her like I want to.

Quickly, I grab two pillows from the bed and rearrange her so she’s kneeling on them. And it’s enough additional height for me to manage to lick her from pussy to ass.

Daisy jumps, but the gasp that accompanies it is one of pleasure, not fear. Never really explored rimming all that much, but with Daisy, I’d get off on it.

Her pussy is soaked from what we did earlier, and that makes it easier to edge my cock inside her.

Her pussy is as tight as her mouth. Tighter maybe.

And there’s something hot about forcing myself into her with her full consent.

“Oh, God,” she says.

I reach over and grab her wrists in one hand. The other I twist in a handful of soft curls. I tug her head backward so she’s straining.

“I’m gonna take you like this. And it’s gonna be rough. And you’re gonna take it because you’re my sweet little thing who asked me so nicely to violate her.”

“I am,” she says.

I pull out, then thrust back in hard. I only gain an extra two inches. Both of us groan.

I tug on her hair as I repeat the action. Every time, I get deeper. Every time we grunt or groan.

It’s hard to subdue the sounds. But Elsie is asleep across the hall.

Patience has never been my strength, and I have even less of it now, as Daisy tries to fight against the grip I have of her wrists.

“One day,” I say, “I’m gonna fuck your pussy while my finger fucks your ass, and you’re gonna feel so full, you might lose control of everything. Would be so fucking hot for you to not be able to hold your bladder.”

I feel her pussy clench around me. I’m gonna add watersports to the list of things I want to try with my secretly dirty little girl.

“What if I said I wanted that now?”

The need to force myself into her grows too overwhelming. “This gets too much, you say red. We’ll figure out your new safe word later. But I need you to know how to stop me.”

She nods.

“I need you to say it so I know you understand, Daze. And hurry, because I’m not feeling patient.”

“Red,” she says, her throat raw. “I should say red if I need you to stop.”

“Well done, Daze. Fuck, I want to ruin your pussy.”

The world fades to nothing as I hammer into her. I hear her grunt as she smacks up against the mattress. I let go of her hands, her hair, and grip ahold of her hips. My fingers dig into her.

With all the respect I can muster, I watch the way her pussy lips stretch thin around my cock, leaving trails of thick white cream.

“Beg me to spank your ass, Daisy.” The words are so rough and low.