Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Daniel kept Angela’s tongue trapped between his fingers, slowly circling it with the tip of his own while his thick cock continued those deep, deliberate strokes inside her cum-filled cunt. Every slow thrust forced more of his seed to leak out around his shaft in sticky white pulses. Her face was shiny and wet with his saliva; her eyes watery and overwhelmed.

He pulled back just enough to look straight into her eyes, still holding her tongue hostage.

"I’m waiting, dear," he said, voice low and calm but absolute. "Who do you like more? The old me... or the me who fucks you like this?"

Angela’s breath hitched. The mix of shame, forced pleasure, and the heavy weight of his cock stretching her open finally broke through her shyness. Tears of overwhelmed emotion gathered at the corners of her eyes as she tried to speak around her captured tongue.

Daniel released it.

The moment her tongue was free she answered in a soft, broken, completely submissive voice—

"You... the you now... I like the you now more... Hubby..."

A dark, satisfied smile spread across Daniel’s face.

"Louder."

"I like the you now more!" she cried out, voice higher, almost desperate. "The rough you... the one who pulls my hair and spanks my ass and fills me until I can’t think... I like this version of my husband better—!"

Daniel rewarded her honesty with a deep, hard thrust that punched against her cervix.

PLAP—!

"Ahhh—!"

"Good girl," he murmured, finally leaning down and claiming her saliva-covered lips in a slow, filthy, possessive kiss. He kept fucking her with steady, deep strokes while their tongues tangled, sharing the taste of his own spit still coating her face.

When he broke the kiss he rested his forehead against hers, still buried to the root inside her.

"Then this is the husband you’re keeping," he said quietly, almost lovingly. "The one who’s going to use every hole you have, fill this womb until it takes, and never let you forget who you belong to."

He began moving again — slower now, but still deep and thorough — holding her gaze the entire time as he ploughed his cum even deeper into her.

Angela could only moan and wrap her arms and legs around him, completely surrendered, whispering against his lips—

"Yes... Hubby... I’m yours... use me however you want..."

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Click.

Daniel shut the bedroom door behind him and stepped out into the hallway. Inside, Angela still lay on the bed, her gaping, well-used cunt slowly leaking another thick load of his cum while her body shivered with residual spasms. Daddy’s Aura had completely healed the physical damage from the rough morning session, but she still needed rest. He wasn’t going back to sleep anyway.

He intended to see if any of the other girls were still home.

A quick glance at the time told him the odds were low. Anna, Sunny, and Sora should already be at the academy. Lisa was in her final year of university. Jennie had left early for a shoot under his own company. And Rose, the eldest, was almost always busy with her job at another firm.

Still, there was no harm in checking.

He walked into the dining hall and found a small handwritten note on the table — clearly Sunny’s handwriting.

Mommy, please rest properly today.

We’re all eating outside, so don’t worry about us.

Take care of your own stomach first.

Daniel grinned as he read it.

"That sly little thing... looks like the noise was pretty loud this morning."

He chuckled under his breath, imagining the girls hearing every wet slap and broken moan of their mother being thoroughly bred.

His original plan had only been to torment that bastard son of his. The daughters overhearing hadn’t been part of it... but he didn’t mind.

"At least they got a proper demonstration of their daddy’s stamina," he thought with dark amusement. "And a little preview of how their own future might look."

A hole born to be bred and used by their daddy... the thought made him laugh softly.

He was still wearing only a towel. After the long night and morning session he wanted a proper bath, and since he assumed the house was empty, he hadn’t bothered putting on clothes.

As he walked toward the bathroom, his mind drifted back to Angela. She really was the sexiest, hottest woman he had ever fucked. The tight, greedy way her cunt clung to him... those heavy, overflowing breasts... that fat, jiggling ass that was made to be spanked... the soft, addictive taste of her skin. His cock gave a heavy throb under the towel just from the memory.

For a moment his vision filled with the image of her broken, tear-streaked face, those slutty expressions, and the way her breathy voice cracked every time he buried himself to the root. A fresh fire lit in his chest.

He shook his head with a small, self-mocking smile.

"When the hell did I become this horny... always thinking about filling another hole..."

Still smiling, he reached for the bathroom door. It was already slightly open. He pushed it the rest of the way—

—and froze at what he saw inside.

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