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Fuck. Me. My cock is raging now, desperate to get free. Desperate to feel the hot, wet slide of her tongue.

Her pupils are dark, deep pools of seduction as she slowly smiles. “Do you want my mouth, Daddy?”

“You’re not completely innocent, are you, sweetgirl?”

She shakes her head proudly.

“We’ll get there. I want everything you’re offering. But first… Daddy wants to unwrap the last parts of his gift.” I stroke her silky hair, gathering the glossy strands in my fist. “Are you ready for more kisses?”

Chapter 13

Cara

I nodeagerly and Hunter tilts my head back, his mouth falling to my neck first, then moving down to my cleavage.

He inhales deeply between my breasts before he works the bra off me and cups my tits in his big hands.

My nipples ache for his mouth. He promised me kisses, and my imagination is working overtime.

“Hello girls.” He brushes a light kiss on each of my nipples. “I’m Hunter. Cara might call me Daddy, but you can call me Sir.”

I laugh out loud.

He grins. “Too much?”

“Don’t make me laugh. We’re going to wake the others up.”

He surges back up to kiss me on the mouth. “I’ll have to swallow all of your giggles,” he murmurs. “But don’t hold back. I love the sound of your laugh.”

I sigh and arch my back as he returns to my breasts, this time sucking one into his mouth with a big, hungry pull. “Yes, Daddy.”

He releases that breast with a wet pop and growls in a way that makes my belly pull tight. “I love that even more. Every time you call me Daddy, it makes me want off-limit things.”

Andthatmakes my thighs shake before he latches on to the other side.

I can’t believe he’s still fully dressed and I’m down to only my panties.

And he doesn’t seem to be in any rush to get naked, which is… I mean, I can’t complain (at all) because he’s feasting on my tits in a way that feels so good I can’t think straight.

But.

I want to see his body.

I need to feel him against me.

“Hunter,” I whisper, and it comes out as a moan.

He nods and growls again, pulling at my nipple until the last possible second when he looks up. “Yes, my girl?”

Overwhelmed, I can’t speak. I pluck at his t-shirt, stretched tight over his shoulders.

He understands anyway.

With one hand, he reaches behind his head and pulls off his t-shirt in a fluid motion.

And when I can finally see his big, broad chest, dusted with dark hair and packed solid with hefty muscles and a layer of padding, it’s like I’ve been holding my breath all night.

All week.

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