The Godfathers

In my world, I take what I want. Even her. I'm her godfather. I shouldn't be pushing her down to her knees and making use of that sassy mouth, let alone tearing her clothes off, belting her bare ass, and then ravaging her virgin body as she screams my name. But I'll do all of that and much more as I teach her what it means to belong to a man like me. Because I can. Because she's mine.

She was already mine. I just tore her cute panties off and made her admit it. I'm her dad's best friend. But that didn't stop me from baring that perfect little ass of hers and spanking it the way she's always needed it spanked, then pinning her to the wall and making her come until she screamed. Or from carrying her off to my estate with my seed still dripping down her chest. I promised myself I would at least be gentle with her. Then I lost control, bent her over, and ravaged her virgin body so long and hard she almost passed out in my arms when I was through.

I'm her best friend's older brother. When this feisty little thing pissed off a rival mob boss, I should have felt like a bastard for stripping her bare, spanking her ass red, and then teaching her how a good girl thanks a man like me for his protection. But she was soaking wet and ready for me when I bent her over and took her exactly the way she needed to be taken. Because whether she likes it or not, she's always been mine. And she always will be.