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“You do what I tell you, don’t you?” he grunted, switching sides as he really started to work his finger inside of me. My feet curled against the cold hardwood floors underneath me. “Take it, baby.”

“Oh god! Daddy,” I whimpered, opening my legs wider, silently begging for more. As if he could read my mind, he slipped in a second finger. I hadn’t caught my breath before he was pushing in a third.

“Gotta stretch you, get you nice and wet if you’re going to take me,” he said before standing back up, body caging me against the wall.

“Fuck me, please.”

“Color,” he demanded. His teeth clumsily scraped against mine, a low breathy sound vibrating against his chest.

“Green, so green, Daddy.” I tried to bat away the emotions he sprung to life when he checked in on me. Like he more than cared about me. “Please fuck me,” I whined. I’d never felt this way. So achy and empty, the need to be filled close to overwhelming. Almost like he could make me orgasm a million times and somehow, I knew it would never be enough. That there would never be anything I wouldn’t be willing to try with him.

“Such a little brat,” he groaned, taking his fingers away from me. I whimpered softly at the loss, but before I could ask him to put them back, he looked at me, grabbing my face with one hand. “Pull daddy’s pants down, baby.” His jaw clenched tightly.

Shit! That was hot.

I nodded and hurried to do what he wanted, tugging the soft cotton pajama pants down and watching with delight and concern as he sprung out. At some moment while making out, he’d ripped his tank off without me noticing. There was something so erotic, so hedonistic about watching his cock bounce against the ladder of his abs that made my mouth water.

He was beautiful. I’d never thought a penis could be that, but he was. His fair skin was almost darker, the tip almost purple and angry as it glistened with a droplet of precum. I licked my lips, and he made a sound I couldn’t focus on. Not when I really took the sight of him in. I’d had various partners before, but Dave was different. Long and thick, the kind of girth that made me subconsciously press my thighs together to find some kind of relief because I knew it would burn when he stretched me.

When, not if.

This was inevitable.

“Rox—“ When I dropped to my knees, he cursed. “Baby, you don’t have to—“ I ignored his words as I reached for him. I wrapped my hands, one on top of the other, and started to stroke him.

It wasn’t lost on me just how thick he was.

How my fingers barley closed around him. And as greedy as I was for how he would stretch me, I leaned forward and licked the tip, swirling my tongue around the angry tip of his dick before parting my lips and bringing the crown between my lips. His hands held my head. Not to push me forward and make me gag as I took him as deep as I could but to keep me still.

“Rox. Fuck, Roxie. Shit, baby… Good, feels so good.” My jaw relaxed, and I breathed through my nose as slowly as I could manage. Taking him little by little before hallowing my cheeks around him to pull him deeper.

“Fuck! Brat.” He tugged on my hair to pull my head back, but I didn’t let him slip out of my mouth. I stared up at him through glassy green eyes locked on his dark ones while I worked him in and out. Drool dribbled past my lips, rolling down my chest. It was messy but beautiful, and by the way he looked at me, he agreed.

Saliva and salty precum coated his shaft before I would take him inside my mouth. Dave didn’t blink. He watched me like the whole world could burn around us, but all that mattered at that very moment was me on my knees for him.

I watched as his beautiful face changed. Awe melted into heated desperation and intense lust. He watched me with ferocity, afraid to miss a moment of me taking him in my mouth.

“Stop,” he ordered, but his hips still moved forward on their own accord, filling my mouth, stretching my lips.

But I didn’t stop.

He thickened in my mouth just as swirled my tongue around the tip.

“Stop. I’m not… not coming in your mouth, honey,” he groaned. Daddy’s fingers tangled in my hair, but knowing he was on edge, clearly close to coming, I couldn’t stop.

“Such a brat,” he grunted, pulling the strands a little harder. Not to cause pain but to get my attention. I had no choice but to let him slip past my lips. A thin thread of spit connected my lips with his cock. His nose flared and his gaze went impossibly dark.

Dave bent and stood me up on my feet, flipping me around. I gasped the moment I touched the wall, twisting my head to face to the side. The front of his body heated my back, his feet kicked mine, spreading me, making room from him.

“Brat. You heard me and ignored me.” His hand came down on my ass, and I cried out.

“Daddy,” I moaned, the shock of being spanked, the feel of his hand falling on my ass sharp but not in pain.

Never in pain.

Daddy spanked me once. Twice. Three times.

The sound echoed in the hall, leaving nothing but warmth all over my skin. He switched sides, and a heady buzzing hummed in my veins.