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Promising more. When the party ended, guests left. My stepdad hugged me. "Good to see you, kiddo." Alexander shook my hand. Formal. But his grip was tight. His thumb rubbed my palm. A secret touch. I drove home alone. My apartment was small, quiet. I stripped and got in bed. But sleep wouldn't come. I touched myself again. Fingers circling my clit. Thinking of his rough touch. His commands. I came fast, whispering his name. But it was hollow. I needed him. His arrogance. His control. He knew how to make me wet. How to make me crave more.

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

"Oh, like me calling you Daddy?" He froze. The dining room felt heavy to breathe in. Our gaze pinned for seconds long. I could not figure out what expression that was, but his gaze had darkened, and his jaw had clenched. He suddenly got up. "Go to bed. I'll take care of the dishes." I got up too, my breast almost falling out of the bra cup of my strapless gown. "I need a visual representation." He looked up at me from packing the dishes. "Like, a video. Will you show me one tomorrow? I can't just learn through words, I need to see a video if I want to learn more. You don't mind watching a sex video with me, right?"

"Mr. Wilson, stop. We can't do this." "What were you begging Daddy for, baby girl?" I bit back a moan. "None of your business." He lowered his head but kept his eyes on me as he pulled my legs down and tossed them over his shoulder. He ran his nose along my slick entrance, and I felt the growl vibrate through me. "So fucking wet. Jesus Christ, Mila, tell me who got you this fucking wet?" "No." "You don't get to tell Daddy no." My eyes widened. "Who said you're my Daddy?"

I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely. “You want more than my fingers, don’t you Daddy?” I whispered hotly. “Don’t say things like that. Fuck,” He groaned, and then cursed. “But, you’re so wet, Daddy,” I kept my voice low, teasing, filthy. Pressing my thumb against the head again, feeling even more wetness seep through. My eyes were focused on Daddy’s face which was contorted with pleasure he was trying so hard to fight. “Is this all for me? Have you been this hard every night? Lying next to me, leaking into your pants, desperate to be inside me?”

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .” Isabella blurts out her eyes red and full with t

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“You’re so fucking wet, Cupcake, so ready for Daddy.” “Yes, yes, Daddyyyy, fuck me, please,” I screamed, pushing my ass back, desperate for more. He pulled his fingers out, and before I could whine, he slammed his cock inside me, all the way, no warning. I shrieked, the stretch so intense, so fucking full, like he was splitting me in half. “Ohhh my godddd, Daddyyyy, fuckkkk!”

I was so wet it was embarrassing but humiliatingly messy. “See, Daddy?” I cried softly, voice all kittenish and submissive, arching my back so my tits pushed up. “I’m so wet for you… my little pussy is crying. It’s all puffy and leaky. Please… I need you.” Tristan’s voice came out strained, dark, and dangerously dominant. “Such a nasty little kitten. Spreading your legs so wide for Daddy like a good whore. Look how your tight asshole is fluttering every time your cunt leaks. You’re making such a fucking mess, baby.”