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Taylor and Noelle chose that moment to step back onto the back porch. Head tossed back, Taylor let out a long peal of laughter that had Ian’s chest swelling with love and pride.

“I know exactly what works for me. I always have.”

Chapter Eighteen

Wearing a plug for a few hours at home here and there was bad enough. Wearing a plug for hours on endwhilemaking nice with her boyfriend’s family was absolute torture.

Every time she got to a point where she’d all but forgotten it was there, she would shift in her seat or accidentally clench her muscles or dosomethingthat would remind her, very uncomfortably, that she had a large hunk of metal lodged in her ass.

Worse, every time that happened, Ian seemed to know. She wasn’t sure how, because she’d deliberately kept her expressions as neutral as possible. And still, each time she would glance over to find Ian watching her with that stupid smug smile on his face.

By the time he cornered her in the kitchen, backing her up against a countertop and pinning her there with his hands on either side of her and a wicked grin curving his lips, she was ready to combust. Or punch him in the face. She wasn’t sure which.

“Do you know how hard it is,” he murmured, his lips brushing over the curve of her jaw as he leaned in, “watching you, knowing your pretty little bottom is all full and plugged and just waiting to be stretched by my cock?”

“Oh?” The word came out breathless and needy, not at all the breezy, carefree response she’d been going for.

“Mmhmm. All I’ve been able to think about all day is taking you home and bending you over our bed and finally claiming that sweet little ass of yours.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

“Patience, Tayter Tot. Good things come to Little girls who wait.”

“I don’t know how to be patient. I’m just a baby.”

The low rumble of his laughter met her ears. “A very naughty baby, it seems. Do you know what happens to naughty babies who can’t wait their turn?”

“What?”

“They get put over Daddy’s knee for a long, hard spanking. And when their bottoms are nice and hot and red, they get to take Daddy’s cock inside their burning bottoms, but they aren’t allowed to come. At all.”

“That’s so mean!”

“You love it when I’m mean.”

She wanted to argue. But not only would it be dishonest, something told her he needed the truth from her just then. Needed her to tell him exactly how much she enjoyed this harsh, devious side of him as much as she loved the caring, doting Daddy side of him.

A quick glance around told her they were alone, at least for now. Grabbing his hand, she guided it under her skirt, between her thighs to the soaked gusset of her panties. “I do love it when you’re mean,” she confessed softly as his fingers pressed against the damp fabric between her legs. “This is what you do to me, Daddy. Only you. And I never want you to stop.”

“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me.”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

Grinning down at her, he pushed her panties to the side, his fingers slipping inside her waiting heat. “How quiet can you be?”

“Ian.”

“Shhh, baby. You don’t want anyone to interrupt us, now do you?”

That was the last thing she wanted. Not because she cared if they got caught, but because she thought she might die if he didn’t make her come right then and there.

“My filthy little girl,” he whispered against her lips as his fingers pumped in and out of her in a frenzy. “Letting her Daddy finger-fuck her up against his mama’s pretty new countertops because she can’t wait just another hour or so for her Daddy’s cock. Is my naughty baby going to come all over Daddy’s hand?”

She couldn’t have stopped herself if her life had depended on it. Not with those clever fingers working her into a frenzy and his filthy words driving her over the edge.

He captured her lips with his just as the orgasm slammed into her, swallowing her cries as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. Kissing her senseless as he played her body like his own personal instrument of pleasure.

And when he pulled away, his eyes were full of a fierce need that nearly sent her soaring all over again. “I changed my mind. Fuck waiting. We’re going home.”

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