Zara POVI grabbed onto his suit, and then his neck, while one of his hand pulling my waist closer to his chiseled strong chest. The other hand, which was on my cheek, descended making a small journey down my neck,His lips locked on mine, in an aggressive manner. My legs were open, his knee pressing right between them, my hand went to his belt buckle to play with.“You’re playing with fire, Zara.”“Maybe I want to be burn, daddy.” His eyes flashed and then I’m being yanked, his hands guiding my legs to lock around his waist. My arms naturally moved to rest on his shoulders for balance, as he carried me to the bed. He dropped me onto the bed, my hair splaying out.“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, now.” He said, “I do.” As soon as the word leaves my mouth, my cheeks burn with embarrassment. But I’m too horny and drunk to resist this hotness personified.I’m practically on fire at point, to care much.And that was all he needs.I’m unprepared when he grabs the backs of my c
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