Happy Late Birthday, Love

Still holding my arms, he got out of me for a second, then forced my body to turn around and grabbed my ass, lifting my hips up and making my knees go up. Holding my arms now on my back, he forced me to face the bed and to press my aching breasts on the mattress, and with his free hand Rafał grabbed my ass hard, and with a merciless hard thrust, he got ball deep into me again.

"I missed your arse so much," he moaned, then he gave a hard slap in both cheeks, making my pussy get wetter with pleasure, knowing exactly what he was doing, then more two slaps. "Aren't you my nasty baby girl?" He purred, "I love how went your tight cunt get around my cock when I slap your pretty arse. It drives me insane. So wet, but still so tight."

"Did… did you miss me, daddy?" I cried against the mattress.

My words made Rafał harden and quicken the pace of his thrusts in me, diving mercilessly deep, spanking my womb and forcing it to fit his monstrous size, reclaiming his ownership of me, taming my body to his will and to his delicious cock.

"Miss doesn't even begins to explain what I felt, love," he snapped, angered again and showing that on each thrust. "I felt like I had lost the ability to breath. Like my heart was reaped apart from my chest. It felt like I had just lost the most precious gem in the entire world, little after I finally got my hands on it. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't work, I couldn't breath, I couldn't function, I couldn't deal with anyone because my mood was the worse, and I could only think about getting my hands on you again."

"Rafał," I cried against the mattress.

"Your little escape," he cut me, voice deep in the raw emotion he showed me on the call when he was breaking down, "caused me to lose my mind in a way I never did. You made me feel alive like I never did before, and I couldn't let you go. I couldn't believe you did that to me, and I feared that you were playing with me, it made furious. It made me want to find you even more. I got so out of it, that my best friend came from the UK to see what the hell was happening, and then he began to try helping me find you somewhere in Warsaw."

At each sentence he thrusted harder, knowing I love the pain.

"That bastard was out in Switzerland with you, and I had no idea, because I had no fucking idea who you actually were, even less that you were so close and at the same time so distant to me this whole time," he growled, struggling to breathe as he pounded me with his cock hard. "From the beginning I knew you had lied about your name, that's why I never called you by it, but thought that was all."

I gasped, "You… knew?"

"Yes," he hissed. "As soon as I decoded your damn number, we searched for whom it belonged to, and imagine my dismay when I learned that the owner of number was Zofya Magdalena Fiaich Turovska," he grew even more violent on me, "my older sister's problematic older daughter."

He learned it before he came to the villa?

"I couldn't believe, even after I stalked your social media, I could not find in me to believe that. I tried calling that bastard, because I knew he had left to Switzerland with my niece, but he refused to pick up my calls. I was in denial for two days, freaking out because the woman who had stolen my heart was 16 and my fucking niece. I had no idea if you knew who I was and the possibility of you knowing that made me furious. I needed to see you in person, so, I came to the villa on the 18th, needing to get confirmation of who you actually were."

Then he's known about it for more than a week?

"My best friend and his girlfriend, my cousin, came with me, both as shocked as me when we found pictures of you everywhere, and then I saw your father's sister and his pictures, and I saw you on them. And fuck," he slapped my ass hard, "I felt stupid because the truth was all over you the whole time, and it made me madder. You looked just like them, as if I had paid more attention, I would have noticed it, but I didn't, maybe that's why, deep down, I knew you had lied about your fucking name."

His thrusts got harder, and God, how it hurt, but so damn good. It hurt so good that I was unable not to moan like the little slut I am for him. "Ra…fał…" I cried and he slapped my ass again, making me wetter. "Rafał, please…" I begged him for something I didn't even know.

"The niece I didn't want to even meet, turned out to be the woman I was going insane to find, and you weren't even here for me to punish you for lying to me," he hissed. "And you didn't even let me stay bloody furious at you, because you had the stupid idea of changing flights when you were to come back, and I almost lost you because of that, because that stupid bloody plane fucking fell and you almost died," this time, he yelled at me, and that raw emotion I saw on him in the call was back, just as intense.

Getting out of me abruptly, making me cry in protest, Rafał twirled me around like a lightweight doll, and made me lay down on my back, front to him, then, he quickly grabbed my legs and set them over his shoulders, "Please…" I cried needy, "I need you."

His eyes darkened exponentially and he got into me in one hard and deep thrust while holding my legs tight, making me cry out his name as he began pounding me hard. "Play with your breasts for me!" He ordered me and my body obeyed him instantly, my hands coming up to my tits that were painfully swollen and my nipples torturously hard. "Eyes on mine, love. You know the bloody rules."

Fuck, it's fucking hard to keep my eyes open and on his in this very situation, with my body feeling so sensible to him, and with him dominating me so fully and aggressively like this.

"I… missed you so much," I cried. "I swear I had no idea… I had no idea who you were… I…. the only thing I lied about was my name and age… I wouldn't have… done that to you if I knew the truth… I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry I made you feel so desperate… I'm sorry I took the plane… I… I was scared of it falling… and I… I didn't want to die," I felt tears rolling down my eyes, and the anger in his face vanished. "I didn't… I didn't want to die after I found you… the idea of dying… without having had time to be real with you… it was what made me… made me focus to stay rational and survive… for you… I came back for you…"

"Say it," it was a deep and raspy command, a needy one.

"Because I love you," I cried. "I… I had never felt anything for any person before you… at all… and I know… I know we didn't have much time, but… I fell for you regardless… I fell hard and I'm still free falling right now… and…" I pressed my lips together, "and now I'm scared of not being able to be with you… because of all… of all this… I was scared of you not wanting to be with me because I'm younger than you… I thought that… that if you learned on your own, it would be easier… you could either choose to… to not contact me ever again or to… to give us a chance even with the age gap… I was scared of how you would react… and I also wanted you to hunt me… that's why I left… but now… now… now this is fucked up and… and I'm scared…"

Still inside me, he put my legs down, spread them open, leaned over me, made me enlace them around him as he hugged my body with his hands and pressed his chest on mine, then brought my hands to his face, "I love you, Zofya," he whispered in pain, nuzzling my nose, "and I'm sorry."

"S-sorry?" I cry softly scared of what that meant.

"Sorry that you went through all that…" he breathed, beginning to thrust slowly into me, and I felt closer to reaching an orgasm, feeling him closer to his, "sorry that you were insecure about us…" slow but hard and deep thrust, "sorry that my sister's stupidity fucked us up…" thrust, "sorry that I thought you had played me…" thrust, "sorry that I freaked out and didn't ran to Switzerland right away…" thrust, "sorry that you went through that…" thrust, "sorry that the plane wracked…" thrust, "sorry that you had the worst birthday of this bloody world…" thrust, "sorry that the fucker harmed you…" thrust, "sorry that this is happening to us…"

My heart sped up and scared of what he could say next, I slammed my lips on his and pressed his on mine back, dominating the kiss just like he was dominating my body, and it was not a quick kiss. Just like he was doing with my body, Rafał kissed me intensely but slowly and deep, and it was the best kiss of my damn life. "Rafał," I breathed his name against his lips as we ached for more oxygen, and he began to kiss my jaw, my neck, then my collarbones. "Rafał," I cried feeling even closer.

His lips curled up in a grin against my skin and he brought the kisses back up to my neck, jaw, and lips. "I'm close too, love," he whispered and began to kiss me intensely again, his cock tattooing itself on my womb, as he pounded me again, and again, and again, hard and deep and torturously slow, making us both feel every move with more intensity, given how he is absolutely huge and I'm frighteningly tight, and he is locked inside me as if he was part of my body.

Maybe he is. I definitely want him to be.

"Oh my God," I moaned and it all came wracking me.

"Bloody hell," he groaned, holding me tight as our orgasms hit us at the same time, violently, and as my body shook, his cock exploded inside me, with so much cum that I think he must have held himself all those days to give it all to me now, I can feel my lower belly swelling softly. His lips came to my ear, "Happy late birthday, love," he whispered. "I love you."

"I… love you…" I struggled to speak.

"I know you do," he grinned and got back to kissing my lips, as well as to moving his cock inside me, and when he did, the ocean of seed he poured inside me moved with him, my entire body did, too wracked to possibly resist the strength of his thrusts, and to my dismay, his cock is still pouring his release inside me, "I kept all of it for you, to give it all to you as a birthday present," he breathed against my lips. "So, take it all, okay, baby girl? Take all of daddy's seed."

His words made my pussy overflow with my own juices, "Daddy," I cried needy, "I love your seed in me, daddy…"

"That's right, you're my good girl, and my good girl has to be very addicted on daddy's cock and seed, no?" He purred, quickening the pace of his thrusts inside me. "Are you addicted like a good girl should?"

"Mmmhmm," I moaned, "I'm addicted, daddy… I'm a good girl."

"My good girl!" He hissed possessively.

"Your good girl, daddy," I whimpered. "I'm yours. Yours."

"That's right, you're mine. Mine. Mine," he exclaimed, pounding me violently hard this time. "Mine."

"Yours," I breathed.