Daddy's Demands
Making me delirious with it.
“Fuck, yes, Daddy,” I moaned, quivering with ecstasy.
“You like it when Daddy fucks your tight little pussy, don’t you,” he whispered.
It was dirty. It was filthy, but I didn’t care. It felt fucking perfect.
My back pressed up against the brick wall and I knew I was going to carry the scratches on my skin for days, but it didn’t matter. Jayce wasn’t being gentle, but I didn’t want him to be. This was real, toe-curling sex and I wanted it to last forever. I wanted more. So much more.