Page 63 of His Red Carnation

“No, baby,” I assured her as I sat up, taking her hand. “I jumped to conclusions when you didn’t answer your phone right away. I thought Jake told you and then I thought you were just gonna…I don’t know, fucking hate me or something,” I admitted. “It’s my own fault, baby.”

Tears filled her eyes as she knelt beside me on the bed, then swung a leg over to straddle me, her body aligning with mine. I doubt she intended to turn me on at that moment, but my cock instantly hardened.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Callan, no matter what. Don’t ever assume anything like that ever again,” she said sternly as she gazed into my eyes, my goddess taking charge.

I couldn’t help but grab her ass and begin to grind her on top of my hard cock. “I won’t, baby,” I said, squeezing her plump ass as her hips began to move, her lips slightly parting.

She began to moan quietly. “The only thing you need to get drunk on is my pussy,” she said with a sly smile.

Fucking hell.“Goddamn, baby. I love when your pretty little voice talks dirty to me,” I said as I grazed my lips to hers, trying to tease her, but she knew she was in charge.

She giggled and my cock twitched. “I wasn’t trying to seduce you, but now that I have your hard cock underneath me, I need you inside of me.”

I let out an involuntary moan. I swear to fucking God, her dirty talk could easily make me come.

“Yeah? You want me to fill up your perfect pussy?” I was already lifting her shirt over her head, exposing her bare tits in my face, and I eagerly planted my lips on her nipple.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, moving her hips against my cock, and I was ready to burst already.

I lifted her up and tossed her onto her back on the bed, and she began to pull her underwear down as I took out my cock.

“I want you to be rough with me, Daddy,” she said, right as I put the tip of my cock to her slit, but her words stopped me.

“Yeah?” I asked nervously. For some reason, now that she knew about the accusation against me, I hesitated to be rough with her.

“Yes.Please. I want you to do everything you want with me. Use me, Daddy,” she begged, lifting her hips in search of my cock.

I didn’t want her to know how much that turned me on. I didn’t want her to know that was the only sex I knew before she and I got together. I loved degradation, hair pulling, spitting, and choking. I was afraid to show her that side of me because she was my perfect girl. I was her first, her only, and I didn’t want her to think less of me. I just wanted to make her happy—I wanted to makeherfeel good.

I was too inside my head. I pulled away slightly, just enough to resist the urge to pound into her tight pussy. “You sure, Sloane? What if you don’t like that?” I asked quietly, searching her face as I spoke.

Her eyebrows pulled together. “You know I’ll tell you how I feel, Callan. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you to stop. I trust you.” She grabbed my hips and pulled me close to her again.

Fuck. That’s all it took—I guided my cock to her pussy, and I thrust hard and deep into her, then took her wrists with my hands and pinned her to the bed.

“Tell me, baby. You want to be Daddy’s good little slut? You want me to pound your pussy and ass so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for a fucking week?” I growled quietly, just loud enough for her to hear over her own moans.

“Yes, Daddy. Let me be your good little slut. Fuck me hard, slap me, choke me,” she whined, her gaze not once leaving mine.

Holy fucking shit. She really is my dream girl.

“You sure, baby?” I asked, still hesitant, unsure of myself.

“Yes!” she responded with an attitude, and I smiled, knowing exactly what I wanted to do with my little fucking brat.

I released one of her wrists, bringing my hand up to her lips, parting them with my thumb and forefinger. Letting saliva build up behind my lips, I spat down at her, and it landed perfectly in her mouth. She smiled as she swallowed, and I moved my hand away, then gently slapped her cheek. She gasped, but her wide, eager eyes met mine, full of anticipation.

“Like that?” I asked for reassurance, fucking her harder.

“Yes!” she whimpered as her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Fuck. I wasn’t going to last long being rough with my sweet girl.

“More!” she demanded loudly, wrapping her legs around me and pulling herself even closer to me.

“God, such a naughty fucking slut. You like when Daddy degrades you, calls you his little whore?” I asked, pulling her legs up and against my chest, and she felt even fucking tighter.

“Fuck yes. I wanna be your good fucking whore. I want you to use me in every way you want,” she moaned, prompting me to thrust harder and faster, making her scream.

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