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He stepped over to the velvet chair she had just vacated, sinking into it and spreading his thick legs wide to display his heavy, throbbing cock, which was already leaking pre-cum from the sheer stimulation of tasting her. "Time to return the favor to daddy," he smirked, his eyes darkening with a raw, demanding lust. Reid watched her, his mind spinning. Inker was never like this. His wife was proper, quiet, and reserved in the bedroom…completely vanilla. How was it possible that Gigi and Inker were blood sisters, yet Gigi was infinitely more exciting, filthy, and uninhibited than his wife could ever dream of being? Gigi turned, a predatory smile spreading across her beautiful face.

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

“Wrong name.” “D...daddy,” I whimpered. “Only you, Daddy. Please, don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck your little slut.” He chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound of pure triumph. He reached down, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing with a brutal, expert precision that sent hot sparks through my vision. “Good girl. I’m going to fill you so full of my seed that when you’re standing at that altar saying ‘I do,’ you’ll still feel me dripping down your thighs. You’re going to be thinking about how my cock felt while you’re looking into his eyes.”

My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples grazing his chest hair, sending jolts straight to clit. "Call me Big Daddy. Let me hear how bad you need this," he demanded, teeth on my neck, sucking until there was a mark on my neck. "Oh, fuck daddy, big daddy! Yes! Deeper!" Voice echoed off tiles on the wall, drowned by the shower. He released my wrists, his hand sliding between us; fingers found the clit, rubbing rough circles. "Cum for me. Cum for Daddy! Cum for Daddy." Tension brimmed as he pounded me harder; I bucked wild, chasing an orgasm. "I'm close! Don't stop! Ahh daddy!"

"Daddy's going to fuck you like the beast you turn me into, kitten. Choke on my cock while I claim every inch." He fucked her like a man possessed, hips snapping with feral intensity, the bed shaking as he drove into her sopping heat. Katherine's hands clutched his broad shoulders, nails raking deep furrows across his skin, drawing beads of blood that only spurred him on. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body jolting with each wild, hard stroke that bottomed out inside her. "Daddy... yes, fuck me harder! I'm yours…" she begged, voice breaking into sobs of bliss.

I asked out of breath, the way he would hit my g-spot with every single thrust made me feel more excited. "You have a daddy kink." He said pulling out of me and thrusting again. I chuckle lightly that turns into a moan. "Is that so?" I moan out, fuck I can't even concentrate on this conversation. "Yeah, call me daddy baby." My pussy clenches, "So you like that don't you?" I close my eyes and moan not wanting to do that. "Come on baby." He slams into me and fuck it, he does have me figured out.

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.

My voice was weak, dripping with need. Mr. Davis leaned in, kissing my neck as his fingers pumped faster, curling inside me to hit that perfect spot. “It doesn’t matter, baby,” he growled against my skin. “We have the whole house to ourselves. Your dad is going to be stuck in the office till late tonight…. some big project I assigned him. No one’s coming to interrupt us.”

he said, the words rolling off his tongue slowly. The word “ Daddy” hit me like a spark to dry tinder, making my whole body flush crimson from my cheeks down to my toes, my pussy throbbing hard and insistent at the raw dominance in his tone, a pulse of need clenching deep inside me that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning right there. Oh shit, why does that sound so fucking hot coming from him? I had read several books like this, with those daddy stuff, and to be honest, I felt hot.

He was stretching me, ruining me—and I loved every moment of it. "Harder, daddy, harder." I cried, and he kept going. On and on, until I reached my peak and my legs gave out, my orgasm washing over me as I felt his cum fill me inside. And it was in that moment I knew—this was only the beginning.