Wanting Daddy
The name had just slithered out of my mouth somehow in that salacious moment.
Given how Jett raised a brow, amusement tinged with lust written all over his face, it was clear he liked it.
“Call me that one more time, princess,” He husked, and I beamed.
“Daddy,” I uttered, my pussy vibrating with lascvicious intensity.
“I want you to call me that in a different setting, princess. If you can catch my drift.” He uttered.
Riding on the conscupicent flame of passionate love, I replied, “Of course, daddy. I do.”
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