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I hear him hiss out a breath. “You taste good, Daddy.”

“Fuck. Me. Stop calling me…” But I lean forward, running my tongue over the small slit in the head of his cock before I place a soft kiss on the tip. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he groans, his head tipping back, his earlier remonstration forgotten.

In answer, I do exactly what he did to me, I lick and then I suck, grazing him with my teeth.

“Where did you learn to do that?” he hisses.

“You taught me,” I answer, licking him again before I slide my mouth over the head and take more of him into my mouth.

“I taught you?”

I slide off, looking up at him. “Just now. I’m doing what you did to me. Do you like it?”

He stares down at me, his eyes dark and dangerous, but they don’t scare me now. In fact, they make me even hotter as I suck more of him, sliding my lips as far down his cock as I can go.

He’s rumbling incoherent words, his hands sliding into my hair as he pulls me further down on his cock.

I take him in, loving the feel of his fingers in my hair and on my neck. I love how I’ve stolen his words, that he wants me as much as I want him.

I swallow as much of him as I can, choking a little but I am so past caring. This is more than I ever imagined it would be.

His thighs begin to tremble, and I know that means he’s close. But I don’t want this to end.

I’ve never felt more in control of anything than I do in this moment, and I ease back, looking up at him.

His hands tighten in my hair. “Sweetheart, I need?—”

“What do you need, Daddy?”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jake

If she callsme Daddy one more time, I think I might just cum all over her face.

The nickname shouldn’t be that hot, but it is.

She’s kneeling in front of me, her big blue eyes staring up at me, her mouth puffy and red.

My cock throbs again, more cum leaking from the tip. She flicks out her tongue, licking the drop of liquid away like she actually likes the taste.

Fuck. Me.

“I need you to put my cock back in your mouth.” I don’t even tell her not to call me Daddy. I can’t. I like it too much.

It’s dangerous territory. I’ve promised to care for her. I’m lying. Maybe.

But as she tips forward, sinking her mouth back on my rock-hard erection, I realize she may very well be rewriting my lies into truth.

I bury my hand into the thick strands of her blonde hair as my addled brain tries to unravel why Nia is different.

Why is she making feelings I thought dead surge inside me? I don’t have any answers as my cock hits the back of her throat, her cheeks puffing out as her eyes get wider.

Jesus Christ, it’s so hot I can barely stand it and I’m leaking more precum right down her throat.

How can a girl with this little experience be this hot?

As if to double down, she places her small, pale hands on my hips and holds me in her mouth, keeping me from pulling back out.

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