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Something I was too afraid to name.

“Daddy.” I licked my lips. “Fuck me against the wall,” I whined, and his footsteps slowed.

“Rox?”

“Please.” I squirmed against him and felt each of his fingertips dig deeper into my flesh. So hard I was sure he would leave bruises.

“You want me to fuck you against a wall?” he asked, and I licked my lips.

I wanted that more than I wanted to breathe.

Not only because it sounded hot as hell, but it was almost like something inside of me couldn’t wrap her head around joining him in bed. Which was ridiculous! We’d slept together and snuggled before. But this felt huge, monumental, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. Almost like if he took me to bed, I knew no matter how hard or rough or dirty it would be, it wouldn’t be fucking. It would be making love.

“Wall. Please,” I begged. He lifted me up just enough to press against his cock.

“You want me to fuck you against the wall like a bad girl?” I nodded, unable to stop the moans that escaped from me.

“Please.”

“Fuck.” He set me down and dropped to his knees.

“What are you—“ His head snapped up just as his hands reached the waistband of my pajama shorts.

“Shut it,” he demanded. I swallowed as heat unfurled through me. He pulled my shorts down and hissed.

“Fuck. Bare? This whole time?” he rasped, and I swallowed. He pushed me against the wall and kissed the tops of my knees then my thighs. “I can smell how much you want me, little girl,” he groaned. I spread my thighs, and he hissed low and sharp.

“Look at this pretty pussy. Look how messy you’ve been. You need daddy to clean you up, don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Please what, little girl?”

“Clean me up. Eat me, Daddy,” I begged.

“Oh, daddy’s going to do a lot more than eat you,” he threatened delightfully. His mouth was so close I could feel his breath against my pussy. “He’s going to fucking devour you. Ruin you. Make it so you never want anyone else ever again.”

Done, the word hovered at the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get it out.

“Pull your tits out of your top,” he demanded as his hands glided up and down my thighs. Every time, they rose higher and higher, closer to the very spot I wanted his fingers before falling back.

God, Daddy was a damn tease!

I did as he asked, but I took my time. Without looking away from his dark eyes, I licked my lips, spreading my thighs a little bit at a time as my hands moved to my chest. Cupping my breasts, tugging on my nipples, the soft cotton material of the tank showing him exactly how hard they were.

“Such a magnificent brat.” He grinned like a wolf who was about to attack. One who had been patiently waiting for a lamb and knew he was going to capture her no matter what.

I pulled on the material, tugging the shirt low enough to reach beneath and bring my breast out. My chest was small. It was hardly ever anything anyone really noticed about me, not the first thing at least. Barely a B cup. But with the way he was looking at them as they now rested over the stretched neckline of the tank top, he’d never seen anything prettier. Like my tits were somehow the hottest pair he’d ever seen.

And he looked at them in a way where I believed he genuinely felt that way. There was something empowering about that. Intoxicating. I pulled on my nipples and bit down on my bottom lip without looking away.

“Like this, Daddy?” I asked, my voice slightly higher, breathier. I knew exactly what I was doing, too. Poking the bear to get him to attack. What was it about the way Dave looked at me that made my head spin? He made me feel beautiful and sexy. Feminine and wild. Bold and shy all at the same time.

“Just like that, Roxanne,” he puffed out roughly. I tugged and pinched my sensitive peaks before holding them and squeezing.

“Goddamn, look how pretty you look like that, showing daddy your perfect tits, holding them out like a goddamn offering, aren’t you, honey?” He licked his lips and, without thinking, just as the pad of his thumb brushed against my clit, his mouth wrapped around my left nipple.

“Fuck!” I cursed, my head hitting the wall. My back arched. Dave’s finger slid inside of me slowly. Calculated. He was messing with me. Toying with me. Still fully in control. I was nothing but his little plaything in that moment, and I loved it.