Wet For Daddy
“Fuck—say my name when I’m inside you,” Drake’s voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard.
“Drake… oh God, harder—” I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts.
“Not just Drake. Say what I am to you.”
“My ex’s father,” I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue.
“That’s right, sweetheart. And now you’re mine.”
It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless mistake with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all.
He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend’s father.
Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me.