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Her tiny fist slides down my cock, and her fingers don’t even go halfway around me. She gasps when she gets a good look and feel of how big I am, and I mentally prepare myself for the rejection coming my way. It’s not her fault. It is what it is.

“Trust me, baby. I want to. I want you so goddamn bad it hurts. But I won’t hurt you,” I tell her, opening my eyes to look at her.

She isn’t looking at me though. She has a look of determination on her face as she stares at my cock. Like she is trying to figure out how to ride a bull and stay on for the full eight seconds when the bull looks like a goddamn elephant.

“I’m okay,” I chuckle. “Don’t worry about me. Let me clean you up and take care of you.”

“And just who is going to take care of you, Daddy?” She shoots back as I grab the black loofah and soap from the edge, squirting some on and lathering it up. I pull her hair over her shoulder, bringing the soapy loofah to the back of her neck. I run it down her spine slowly. She arches her back, mewling like a cat as her perky little peaks come close to my face. The move makes her slick pussy slide against me again.

Goddamn! She is trying to kill me.

Chapter 33

It’s official. I have lost my fucking mind.

I went over that cliff and I must be stuck in a coma because there is no fucking way this is real. In real life, I would run scared at the sight of this beastly man and the monstrous cock he’s packing. I would never have the desire to impale myself around its massive girth, sink down on it as it rips me apart, and give myself a good girl's death.

But I do. I want to climb this man like a goddamn tree.

His heavy hands run over my body with the soapy loofah, washing away the blood from our night in the playroom. My skin pebbles with goosebumps when he brings it to my front, ghosting over my hardened nipples.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg, and I’m not even ashamed at how whiny it sounds.

I need him so fucking bad. You’d think the orgasms from earlier would be enough to satisfy me, but I’m still so fucking turned on, and it has everything to do with this man. I was so lost in the torture and pleasure in the playroom, I didn’t realize until after that Alek is the only one who didn’t get off when we did.

Now I have this unexplainable desire to make him shatter. I don’t know him very well yet, but what I do know is, he takes care of everyone around him. His Daddy aura drips off him, but I want to take care of him.

He says he can’t fuck me because he won’t hurt me. It makes me wonder if he has hurt a girl in the past.

The thought immediately makes my green-eyed monster rise to the surface. I mean, it’s clear each of these men has a past. They look like sex on a stick, for fucks sake. I know they’ve been with other women.

For reasons I don’t care to look into at the moment, the thought of them with someone else makes me feel murderous.

I shove down the jealousy and unhinged stabby feelings for now, focusing on the way his hands feel as he soaps up my naked body. I no longer feel ashamed of my scars when these men look at me. It's an odd feeling, but one I embrace. The way their eyes drink me in, I’ve never felt so desired and wanted.

He slides the loofah over my stomach, down to my aching core, and I moan embarrassingly loud. “You’re so sensitive,” he chuckles as I lift my ass for him.

I can feel the heat creeping up my neck and rising to my cheeks. With his free hand, he slips his thumb between my slick lips, tracing my slit before circling my clit as he continues washing between my legs and inner thighs. My back arches, pushing my greedy pussy into his hand more.

“So needy. Do you need something? Hmm?” He’s teasing me. I’ve thrown all pride and dignity out the window I guess because I am not above begging this man to fuck me with his monster cock in this ridiculously big bathtub.

“Please. I need you. Fuck me, Daddy.”

My breathless plea earns me a growly groan that I feel all the way down to my clit. He needs this too. I don’t understand why he’s so scared to hurt me. As much as I don’t want to think about it, I know he has fucked other women before. This man is too skilled to be a virgin. If they can take it, so can I.

“I can’t fuck you, Raena,” he groans as if it pains him.

“Why not? I’m sure you’ve fucked other women before. I know you won’t hurt me. I need you, Alek. Please.” I grind my pussy down against his hard cock, looking down between us to see his swollen head leaking pre-cum from the tip.

Swiping my thumb across it, I bring it to my mouth, sucking his essence into my mouth and moaning around the digit at his taste. He’s sweet and salty. My favorite combination. Like sea salt caramel. “Fuck. You taste so good, Daddy.”

His cock jerks against my pussy at my praise, his restraint close to snapping if the deep rumbling growl in his chest is anything to go by.

“I-I’ve never… fuck,” he groans out, dropping the loofah in the scented water as he grips my waist and drives his hips up, grinding against me. We both moan loudly at the delicious contact. “I’ve never fucked anyone, Baby Girl,” he finally gets out around his panting breaths. “I would rip you apart.”

His words cause my entire world to stop on its axis. Is he telling me… “You’re a virgin?” I blurt out loudly, shocked to my core as my eyes snap to his. I never would have thought that is what he was going to say. This man walks around dripping daddy vibes and sex appeal.

I see the moment my shock registers as rejection, his face falling for a split second before he schools it. I take his face into my hands, my fingers trailing up his stubbled jaw.

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