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for it together. She’d spent hours working out with this man, pushing her body to its limits, and here she was doing it again, with a far bigger payoff than an endorphin rush.
    “Are you Daddy’s girl.” His eyes searched hers. “Are you mine, Fiona? Say it!”
    “Yes!” She lifted her hips to meet his, reaching down to feel him entering her. “I’m yours, Daddy. I’m your girl. My pussy is all yours. Take it. Take me. Oh God, Daddy, please, make me come for you!”
    Her clit throbbed under her fingertips as he groaned and redoubled his efforts, hips moving all on their own, without thought or consciousness. They were joined together, two becoming one. They weren’t just man and woman anymore, father and daughter, they were something primal, animal. They weren’t having sex, they were sex. They weren’t fucking— they were fuck. Pure, raw, animal fuck.
    “Fuccckkkkkk!” The word ripped from his throat and he plowed into her flesh like he could split her apart with his cock. “Ohhh fuck! I’m going to come!”
    “Daddy! Daddy, yes!” She clung to him, her shuddering little form nothing compared to the force of him as he exploded, his cock erupting like a volcano full of white hot lava, emptying himself into the wet clench of her cunt. “Oh fuck, Daddy, my pussy feels so good! You make it so fucking good! Ahhhhh!”
    Their climaxes left them gasping, breathless, him heavy on top of her, both trying to catch their breath. She blinked against the stars that floated before her eyes as she trembled with scorching aftershocks of her powerful orgasm.
    “I think I won that one,” she taunted him.
    “You’re relentless.” He laughed.
    “You have no idea,” she challenged, seeing the light in his eyes. “But first, a woman also needs to eat!”
    Naked, they ate the partially cooled steaks she’d left sitting on the stove when she’d gone to find him. After devouring their food, they went back to devouring each other. From one room to the other, in one dominating position after the other, they fucked. From the kitchen counter to the floor and back to the shower, they played a game of cat and mouse—chasing, teasing and fighting as they grabbed and kissed and bit.
    Fiona even dared a few hard swats at his rock hard ass when they dried themselves again, getting into an erotic wrestling match when he grabbed her. Limbs tangled together, cock deep inside her again, they rolled over the bed to the floor, him breaking her fall, reminding her of the moment they shared back home months ago.
    This time they laughed as they ascended toward that glorious, rugged apex again. Far after midnight, bodies sore and spent in the best way possible, they fell asleep wrapped in a blanket in front of the fire. By morning, she awoke to find him looking at her, a smile on his face as he lay beside her, legs still tangled, propped up on one elbow.
    “You look like you got a good workout,” he joked playing with her hair.
    “I can only imagine the state I’m in,” she said as she looked past him at the sunlight streaming in through the window. “Looks like the storm has broken.”
    “In some ways, yes, but in others, it’s just begun,” he teased.
    “I’m ready for another storm,” she challenged, kissing him hard.
    He moved until he was on top of her, grabbing her wrists in his big hands and pinning them above her head.
    “I win,” he stated.
    “Not until I surrender, sir,” she replied as she wrapped her legs around him and moved her hips to sheath him within her folds.
    “Don’t call me sir,” he growled, starting to fuck her again, their eyes meeting in perfect understanding and she couldn’t help the smile that crept over her face. “I work for a living.”
     
    The End

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