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“Wait!” she cries out. “I’m done. I won’t be a brat anymore. You’re the best because you care if I’m having fun or not. You want me to have fun,” she says, resting her cheek on the mattress. “These have been the best orgasms of my life.”
Heat spreads through me. That honesty. That praise. She’s loving this night just as much as I am.
“Lube approved,” I say, withdrawing my fingers.Only because I want to fuck her ass as hard as I fucked her pussy.
She hums, sounding pleased. I open the drawer of my nightstand, pull out the bottle, and coat my cock.
“Tell me why I’m fucking your ass,” I ask, pressing my cock against her.
“Because of my mouth. I’m naughty. I’m a brat.”
“Exactly.” I press in, slow but steady. Her body tenses around me, and I groan at the sensation. I grip her hips, her thick curves built to take this.
“You’re a spoiled shit, you know that?” I grunt, inching deeper. “But I don’t want to break you. Say thank you for the lube.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Fuck.I love when she says that. I lean down, my chest skimming her back as I thrust. My lips find her ear.
“Who’s your Daddy?”
“You,” she pants.
Fuck this ‘just one night’ charade.I need to see her again.
“You’re my baby girl. I want you to be. Tonight. Tomorrow. For as long as you like.”
She hums, sounding unsure.
Is she being a brat? Or does she not want to see me again?
I straighten and drive deeper. “Why chase this high with anyone else when I can give it to you every fucking day?”
She cries out, ragged, overwhelmed.
“You’ll never have a Daddy like me. And you want one. You want someone to keep you in line, to tell you when to shut the fuck up, to spoil you when you’re good.”
Her body trembles as her eyes squeeze shut.
“Tell me you want me to keep you.”
“No.”
I swat her ass then fuck her relentlessly hard. “Say it.”
“No,” she cries.
“Fucking liar,” I growl. “You want me to keep you, to take you like this every damn day. I’ll give you everything, whenever you want, if you give yourself to me.”
She whimpers, and I slide my hand around her hip, circling her clit while I thrust.
“I have all the time and money in the world to spend on you, baby girl.”
I don’t campaign. I don’t beg. I don’t open up like this. But she’s different. She makes me want things I swore off a long time ago. I want to own every inch of her. I want her to be mine and not just for tonight.
For good.
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