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“Baby,” I whined, pressing my back against the wall to get more leverage to meet him thrust for thrust.

“You’re mine, understand?”

“Daddy!” I cried.

My orgasm didn’t warn me; it just took me. There was no holding it back as it unfurled like a riptide, pulling me under, pleasure crashing over me again and again. One orgasm somehow turned into another.

“Shit! Yes! Yes, just like that!” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders so hard I was shocked they didn’t break skin.

“Fucking hell, Roxie! Squeeze me. Milk that cum out. Work it out of me to get you nice and bred.” I did as he asked, never stopping the way my hips moved and my chest pressed against him. Wetness squelched around us as the sound of our bodies slapping against one another echoed in the hall.

“Holy hell! Shit! You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” he grunted, taking me off the wall, holding me as he bounced me like his little toy, up and down. All I could do was hold on. There was no denying Daddy was completely and utterly in charge. Sweat dripped between us, and our eyes locked when a third orgasm was just on the cusp of slamming through me.

“There you go. That’s my girl. That’s my brat.” His words were the sweetest praise. “Come for me, Roxanne. Come for daddy. Flutter that tiny, tight pussy around my dick to get that creamy surprise.”

“Yes!” I cried out. My head flew behind me as my body went taut over his, but he didn’t stop bouncing me on his cock, thrusting hard. Just as I was starting to come down from the beautiful high he’d taken me on, I felt his arms lock around me, and his face buried into the side of my neck as he groaned loudly.

Warmth pulsed from the inside out just as deep, dark sounds of masculine pleasure enveloped me. His hold on me tightened as we both panted and tried to catch our breath. He turned us so his back was against the wall, but I just held on to him.

“Fuck, Rox…”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “Fuck me again and then again,” I slurred. “Just give me a moment, but we need to do that again.” His hand smacked my ass lightly as his body shook with silent laughter.

“Such a greedy smartass.”

“You like my smart mouth.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his dark eyes warm and soft as he peered down at me. “I like it a lot.” He leaned forward and kissed me before walking us into the bedroom I’d tried to avoid.

But now, after a handful of orgasms, I was too sated and tired to remember why it was that going in there had freaked me out so much.

He didn’t put me down on the ground or the middle of the bed. Instead, he walked us to the bathroom, where he sat me down on the vanity. Without taking his eyes off me, he turned on the faucet and reached for a clean washcloth. Once the water was warm, he drew the towel underneath, rung some of the liquid out before he started to clean me up.

“I can—“ I started to say, but my shoulders relaxed at the look he gave me.

We didn’t talk about the fact he’d just come inside of me unprotected. Hell, I’d begged him to do it after I’d just given him this big talk about condoms. I am such an idiot! When he was done, he stroked my face, his gaze intense, before he bent and picked me up like a groom would a bride and took me to bed.

Quietly and carefully, he tucked me into the side of his body.

“Sleep,” he said, as if his word was law.

“Bossy,” I muttered under my breath. Who does he think he is? I yawned as the warmth of his blankets and body covered my oversensitive skin that was quickly cooling down from sweating earlier.

“Shh… rest, honey bun.” Honey bun. Such a stupid nickname. And what was stupider was how happy it made my heart that he thought I was sweet enough to be called that. I snuggled into him almost positive I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. My body still hummed delightfully, and thoughts raced inside my head, reminding me of what we’d just seen and the bliss we’d experienced together. There was no way I was going to be able to knock out.

But when his hand touched the top of my head, stroking my hair, everything went quiet in my mind, and before I knew it, I fell deeply and soundly asleep.

Iwoke up slowly. Sunshine touched my face as my eyes focused on my surroundings.

I looked out the window in Dave’s bedroom. I’d slept there before, but this morning was different. Warmth shined on me, and the night before and everything we’d done hit me like a Mack truck.

Daddy.

Dave.

The hallway.

I licked my lips and flipped around, fully ready to have a serious conversation, when I was met with nothing but a mess of tangled sheets and an empty mattress.