Daddy, Please Make Me Yours
I cling to him, my fingers twisting in his suit, and I kiss him like he's the only thing keeping me from drowning.
When we finally break apart, we’re both gasping for air.
His grey eyes are darker now, burning straight into my entire being.
And as I stare into them, only one thought dominates my mind—a single reckless request I know I’ll regret in a few hours.
But I don’t care.
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear, and whisper,
“Please… fuck me, daddy.”
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