Page 66 of Desperate Needs

I moaned as he ravaged my mouth, dropping biting little kisses along my jaw and neck.

Moving my head to allow him better access, I gasped when I felt the skirt give way. The sound of fabric tearing even louder than before. Cool air wafted across my legs, ass, and sex.

“Wearing this goddamn tight skirt. Showing the world what’s mine,” he growled, cupping my pussy over my panties.

Oh. Fuck. Me.

It felt so good when he did that. My body heated, this insane passion we shared drove the temperature higher.

It was reckless and stupid, but I was beyond reason. I would have done anything to make sure he kept on doing what he was doing.

Touching me.

Pinning me to the wall with his bulk.

Claiming me with his kiss.

My body was on fire for him. Nothing was enough.

I needed more of, of everything. It was like I’d lost all reason. I was the sum of my desires, of my desperate need for him.

I felt like I would never be whole again until he was inside me.

That wasn’t right. Somewhere deep inside, I knew I shouldn’t have had that kind of reaction to him or his barbaric display.

But I could not help it.

No one drove me wild like Connor did.

My desperate Daddy.

My hot as fuck lover.

“That’s right, Darlin’. Only Daddy can make you crazy like this. And I want you wild for me, Clementine. Make no mistake,” he said, and I opened my eyes, not even realizing I’d said any of that out loud.

“Don’t stop now. Tell Daddy what you like. I want you begging and panting and fucking soaked for me,” he growled, and then I felt him there.

His thick crown notched at my entrance, and I whimpered, needing him to move. To flex his hips and fill me.

Then I remembered what he told me to do, and I clutched at him, making sure his eyes were on mine when I told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Please, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I’m soaked for you. Only you,” I said, and his entire body seemed to rumble.

While I’d been talking, my hands left his face, already working to rip at the buttons of his shirt.

I needed to see his battle roughened body. To feel the warm, bronzed skin pulled tight over his muscled flesh.

Connor’s breathing grew harsh and without so much as a by your leave, he pushed that thick dick of his inside me, splitting my tight pussy in two.

I groaned, taking everything he gave me with unmitigated glee. I couldn’t help it. I loved that burn. The feeling of my pussy trying so hard to accommodate him.

“Mine, Clementine. Understand now?”

Connor was so far gone, rutting into me against the wall. But it didn’t hurt, no, not that. And despite his snarling brutality, his outright ferocity, Connor didn’t scare me.

If anything, I loved the fact that I made him lose control like that. That my plump little body and relative inexperience turned him on so much, he couldn’t even make it to the bed before he had his dick balls deep inside me.

“Connor!”

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