When he finally released her, she gasped, a thin string of cum trailing from her lips to his tip, her small body trembling. She knelt there, flushed and glassy eyed, awaiting further instruction, and Ivan felt a savage tickle of pride.
With one enormous arm, he scooped her up under the arms and lifted her, her body limp and pliant in his hands. He pressed his mouth to the side of her throat, inhaled, and felt her pulse flutter against his tongue.
"Little sun, Daddy's got you," he rumbled, and with a single, savage motion, impaled her on his cock. She wailed no, she sang, the sound a high, keening moan that ricocheted off the concrete walls of the safe house. Ivan braced her with one hand at the base of her neck, the other cradling the sweet curve of her hip as he pistoned in and out, each thrust slow and deep enough to make her arch and quake.
