...

Your voice fails you, leaving you able only to stare up into this old stranger's eyes. He smiles again, lining his cock up with your pussy. Finally, you blink, barely able to press words passed your lips.

"Wh-who...?"

He smirks, falling still momentarily before whispering in your ear once more:

"Call me Daddy."

With that, his hips lunge forwards, burying himself inside you completely once again. You scream, no longer feeling the need to keep yourself quiet, launching into a continued series of moans, screams of pleasure, and gasps as he immediately strikes up an incredibly fast pace, pounding viciously into you, as if he is trying to **** you through the mattress.

"That's it, Princess," he pants between groans, barely audible above your own voice. "Scream my name."

"D-Daddy!" you manage, eyes glazing over. He smiles wickedly, moving to grope your breasts, resting half of his weight on them. You scream once more, pain jolting through you at the sudden pressure. However, the tears drawn to your eyes are not the result of displeasure. Much to your surprised dismay, they are the result of beautiful agony. Your screams continue to be of pleasure as he mauls your breasts and destroys your cunt. A small voice in your mind states that your body and mind will never be the same again, but you can't hear it for the cries you are letting out.

"D-Daddy...! Daddy!" you are soon crying out of your own accord. Once in a while, he'll grunt out "princess" in response, but he seems too focused on the task at hand to say much more. Your body begins to tremble, your orgasm clearly looming. "I-I'm--"

Before you can finish, he forces himself deep inside, halting. A surge of warmth within you pushes you over the edge, and, as promised, you experience the greatest pleasure you could possible imagine. This must be heaven on Earth.

He drops on top of you, breathing just as heavily as you are. Your eyes are rolled into the back of your head, your limbs twitching occasionally. Wow. He certainly kept his promise.

Wait. He just came inside you, didn't he?

"My Princess," he mutters, a hand reaching up to stroke your hair absently.