"No... Daddy, please..." You thrust harder into me now, your fingers digging into my hips as you take what's yours. I close my eyes and try to focus on something else, anything else. But all I can feel is the heat of your body and the pain of being so completely violated. "That's it, baby," you moan, "give it up for Daddy." The room around us spins as you continue to take me roughly, filling me with your seed.

I see blood dripping from the gunshot wound in your head as you fall limp on top of me, your weight pressing down on my chest. I try to scream but nothing comes out except a wet gurgling sound. My breathing becomes more labored with each passing second, and black spots dance across my vision.

I moan, my body tingling as I feel him getting closer and closer to the edge again. "Yes, Daddy," I whisper, my voice trembling with need. "Give it to me..." My nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts harder, faster, driving deeper with each powerful stroke.

"Oh God!" I cry out as he comes, filling me with his hot seed. I arch my back off the bed, meeting his thrusts as he empties himself inside me. The pleasure is almost too much to bear;

I moan, my body trembling as the last of his cum spills into me. "Thank you, Daddy," I whisper, feeling tears of relief and gratitude well up in my eyes. "That felt so good." I shift my hips, trying to find a comfortable position now that he's finally emptied himself inside me.

"You're welcome, baby girl," he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "I love you."