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Bolton ripped my head back, pulling both my hands up. He dragged my body to the floor so I was kneeling before him. "I said you don't get to come."

I smiled looking up to him. "I need to feel you, Daddy." I whined, batting my eyelashes as I stared at his evil face, full of anger and lust. His fangs descended, losing himself to me as I knelt before him. He was pissed and about to take it all out on my body. I feigned for his pleasurable anger.

He took both of my wrist in one hand and held them above my head. "Stop being a brat!" He shouted then pushed his dick in my mouth. My eyes widened how it hurt so much more. My throat was sore from how long he fucked me only minutes ago.

Bolton laughed at me, then thrusted hard down my throat and held me there. I choked as he filled me with pain and I cried over his dick how I loved it. "You wouldn't know this pain if you just listened the first time. My little girl will learn eventually." He pulled out and slammed back in with a hard grunt.

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