Daddy’s Good Girl
Isaiah
"I've been thinking about this all day," I growled, burying my face in Zella's neck and grazing my teeth over her soft, lovely skin. She shuddered, leaning further into me. I hadn't seen her all day, and I was starving. Terribly, madly starved for her.
"Isaiah," She called breathlessly as my hands ripped open her shirt. "Can I ask you something?"
"Later." I nipped at her collarbone. "I have more important things to do with my mouth right now."