Page 91 of Desperate Needs

I told him the truth.

“Oh fuck. Daddy, you’re my Daddy.”

Chapter 38-Connor

“That’s right. I’m your motherfucking Daddy,” I said, my voice hardly human.

I’d long since flown past the point of no return. Trying to control myself was useless. I was wild for her.

Desperate and so damn hard. Hell, I was barely holding on. My hands rubbed her cunt over her wet panties, and I groaned.

“Fuck, Baby. You’re soaked. Ask me nice, and I’ll fix that for you.”

“Please, Daddy. Need you,” she whimpered.

Pure masculine pleasure spiked through my blood. Her soft body was pressed against mine, and I cursed, wishing we were near a bed. But this was going to have to do.

“Hold on, Darlin’. Daddy’s gonna make it all better,” I growled and plundered her sweet mouth like a pirate seeking treasure one last time before I gripped her hips and spun her around to face the sink.

Next, I grabbed a handful of paper towels and slammed them down in front of her, taking her wrists and forcing her hands to hold on right there.

“Going out dancing. Wearing this fucking skirt. Trying to give me a heart attack,” I rumbled to myself.

I positioned her, bending her at the waist, pulling her ass out and fuck me, my dick was so hard, and I was so turned on, precum wept from my cockhole.

I unzipped my fly, dragging my cock from its confines, trying to relieve the pressure.

But it was no good. Only Clementine could do that job.

She arched her back, whimpering, and I reach between her legs, giving her pussy a slap. She moaned, and I grunted.

“Patience. Gotta get this just right.”

I licked my lips, rucking her skirt up to her waist, groaning at what I saw.

Fuck me.

“Jesus Christ. You went out in these fucking cotton panties without me?” I said, suddenly furious.

“Y-you don’t care they’re cotton?” she asked, shocked eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

“Baby, I enjoy you in anything. You can wear all the lace and silk thongs you want. But this right here? Seeing your perfect ass in a pair of candy cane striped bikini briefs? This is pure fucking heaven,” I growled, reaching my fingers beneath the elastic and yanking it to the side.

Clementine moaned at the drag of fabric across her clit, and I growled, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks, needing to feel her skin against me. I wanted Clementine to know exactly who owned this body.

Me. Only me.

I parted her cheeks and felt her legs tremble as I slid them farther apart, tapping her feet with mine, so she knew what I wanted.

She obeyed and the victory of it careened through me. I licked my lips, baring her pretty pink asshole and dripping pussy to my eyes. She was so fucking hot.

It was almost my undoing. I grabbed my dick in hand and slid it between her pussy lips, wetting it, then I slid it back up her cheeks to her tight little rosebud.

“I’m gonna fuck this ass, Clementine. Not tonight, but I am going to. And you’ll fucking love it when I do,” I promised.

My blood pumped through my veins, sending fire and need to every appendage. I leaned over her, covering her back with my bulk, my cock notched at her entrance.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want Daddy’s cock,” I growled, freezing before I shoved into her.

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