Page 138 of Something So Strong

For a man who was dumb-fucked not three minutes ago, he sure is cocky.

I reach up and clench his cheeks.

His tongue runs over the indents inside his mouth.

“I need you to take care of me, Kai. And you better do a fucking good job at it.”

He sighs into my hand. “You have no idea how good I’m gonna make it… Daddy.”

That word. That fucking word. I hate it…

“Please, just call me Jesse.”

“I’m gonna take such good care of you, Jess”

His fingers trace back up my spine.

“You’re gonna beg me for it every fucking day...”

He sticks his middle finger in his mouth.

Every movement is a show—part of the play. Our play. Each drag of his hands and every word from his perverted lips.

“Lean forward, Pretty Boy.”

How the hell does he do it?

How does he so effortlessly switch back and forth between names without turning the whole thing into a giant mindfuck?

Rounding my shoulders, I lean into Kai as his hand hits my ass—groping, then kneading, before his middle finger seeks out my hole. Gently brushing against it before returning with firmer swipes.

It’s not much, but my whole body strains.

His touch circles—hard and soft—until my tension subsides.

Then he pushes in.

It’s only shallow. Overwhelming. But fading fast.

I rock my hips back and his finger sinks another knuckle deeper.

“Fuck, Jess,” his words shake out.

I moan as he twitches his finger.

I need more already.

He drags his finger out slowly and pushes back in further.

Then again, and again until even that isn’t enough.

I catch his gaze in the mirror. “More.”

Kai quirks a brow and flashes me another dastardly grin. And I’d hate how he can make my stomach flip so easily if I didn’t love it so goddamn much.

Pulling out, Kai leans behind me and within seconds I feel something cold and wet, and know it’s his spit that’s dripping between my cheeks.

Collecting it, he coats my rim, then presses two fingers all the way in.

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