It’s okay, baby,” I whisper to you, smoothing the silky hair back from your face. “It’s okay. I know what you want, and I promise, Daddy will give it to you. But Daddy wants to hear you say it. Tell Daddy what you want, honey.” I wait for you to answer, but you don’t. Instead, you shake your head, press your lips together. You refuse to give me what I want, and I do NOT appreciate your little Miss Innocent routine. I take your face in my hands again and shake you a little.
“TELL DADDY!” I demand, growling in frustration when you only shake your head and cry and moan, “no, no….please Daddy…”
“Say it!” I demand again. “Tell Daddy you need him to fuck you. YOU WANT HIM TO FUCK YOU!”
“NOOOO!” You scream and I slap you for that. Rearing up on my knees between your thighs, I slap your lying mouth.
“You DO want Daddy to fuck you, angel,” I hiss angrily. “You want it real bad, but you don’t think you’re a nice girl if you ask.” I put my hands on your firm soft breasts, squeezing them, feeling your hard nipples pressing into my palms. “It’s okay, angel,” I assure you, grinning above you, my cock pulsing just above your forced-open cunt. “It’s okay to be a bad girl. Daddy wants his angel to be bad. Now come on….tell Daddy how bad you need to be fucked.”