Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl
I was still wet from the car, but the sudden stretch made me cry out.
“Daddy—”
“Say it again,” he snarled, curling his fingers hard against that spot inside me. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I gasped. “I belong to you, Daddy.”
He pumped his fingers faster, the wet, obscene sounds echoing in the foyer. His thumb pressed hard on my clit, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through my already sensitive body.
“I watched you,” he continued, voice dark with fury. “I watched him cry and beg on his knees for *my* woman. And for one second, you looked like you might actually feel sorry for him.”
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