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“Yes, Daddy,” she panted as his fingers dipped into her.

Glorious. That was what it felt like. The feeling of his big fingers slowly sliding into her, filling her up, sent pleasure coursing through her body.

“Please, Daddy,” she moaned.

He pumped his fingers in a rhythmic motion as she leaned her head into his chest. A louder moan escaped past her lips and Daddy stopped his movements.

“What did I tell you? Does Daddy need to gag you or stop?” he asked.

She shook her head violently.

“I’ll be quiet. I promise,” she rushed out, but she didn’t know if she would actually be able to.

She didn’t want him to stop at all. It felt too amazing.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet. Bite my shirt if you need to,” he said.

Monroe did exactly that. She bit onto his shirt, not really trusting herself to keep quiet if she didn’t.

“Good girl,” he said as he continued his movements.

She felt the pleasure increasing in her stomach as he continued to pump his fingers inside her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he increased how fast his fingers went. Clenching down on his fingers, she choked down a moan as he continued to hit one specific spot inside her.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered.

Daddy added another finger inside her, stretching her out before he went to work hitting the sweet spot. The pressure inside her built up and before she knew it, she was pushed over the edge and soaring into the sky as she rode the high.

“Good Little Bunny,” he said. “So good.”

Monroe pulled back and looked at him right as he put his fingers into his mouth. The same fingers that had just been inside her. She hadn’t felt him take them out of her.

The sight of him sucking her juices off his fingers turned her on and a small moan left her mouth.

“Is my Little Bunny turned on by that?” he asked.

She shyly nodded her head.

“Maybe next time, I’ll make you lick my fingers,” Daddy said.

Before she could say anything, he continued to talk.

“Now, do you want to watch the movie?” he asked.

Monroe loved moments like this. Everything felt perfect, like nothing could touch her.

She turned around in his arms so her head was resting on his chest. “Please.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

MONROE

“Today is going to be a good day,” Monroe said as she got in the car with Ezra.

Daddy had texted her asking if she wanted to come eat lunch with him. She had immediately said yes because, how could she not? He had gone into work today because he was trying to get everything in order and figure out who best to delegate things to.

She couldn't wait to see him today. It felt like it had been days since she last saw him when really it was only a couple of hours.

It had only been a day since she’d received the second text and neither Ezra nor her Daddy had told her if they had any new information. She was worried but at the same time, if they did have new information, she didn't know if she really wanted to know.

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