Page 63 of Use Me, Daddy

He pulled back, just enough to look down at me, his dark eyes blazing.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate for it, baby girl,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But you’re going to have to earn it. Daddy wants to hear you beg.”

My breath hitched, my cheeks flaming at his words. But the flush of embarrassment was quickly drowned out by the ache between my thighs. His fingers continued their slow, torturous exploration of my skin, brushing the sensitive spot where my thigh met my hip, only just glancing against my pussy, teasing me just enough to drive me wild.

The way he looked at me, the way his touch set my nerves on fire, it was like he was stripping me bare and unraveling me one piece at a time.

“Aleksei…” I whispered shakily. “Please.”

He smirked, shaking his head slowly.

“No, that’s not what I want to hear,” he said, his fingers skimming lower, just brushing the edge of my soaked panties. “Try again,little girl.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my body trembling beneath him. I could feel my resolve crumbling, could feel the way my body was betraying me, responding to him like he had cast some kind of spell over me.

“Please.Please,Daddy,” I finally said, my voice barely more than a breath. The words tasted foreign on my tongue, but as soon as I said them, something inside me gave way, and a flood of heat rushed through me straight to my clit.

“There we go,” he purred, his smile widening. “That’s my good girl.”

He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both possessive and devastatingly gentle, as if rewarding me for my submission. His tongue slid against mine, coaxing me deeper, making me lose myself completely in the taste of him.

As he kissed me, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, and I let out a soft, desperate moan against his mouth. Every nerve in my body was on fire, aching for his touch, for him to take me completely.

He pulled back just enough to watch me, his eyes glittering with dark satisfaction.

“That’s right,” he whispered, his fingers teasing me mercilessly. “Daddy’s going to take such good care of you, baby girl.”

I nodded frantically, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as his touch drove me even closer to the brink. “Yes, please,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Please, I need you, Daddy.”

With a growl that sent a shiver down my spine, he finally gave me what I was begging for, his fingers sliding deep inside me. I cried out, arching against him, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders as he set a rhythm that was both relentless and consuming.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in my ear as his fingers worked me over. “Take what Daddy gives you. Don’t hold back.”

I couldn’t. My body was completely out of my control, lost to the pleasure he was giving me. The sounds of my gasps and whimpers filled the room, mixing with the soft rustle of sheets and the harsh sound of his breathing as he watched me fall apart for him.

“Look at you,” he groaned, his eyes blazing with hunger as he thrust his fingers deeper, harder. “So perfect, coming apart for Daddy.”

I was teetering on the edge, so close to falling into that blinding abyss of pleasure. But I didn’t want to give in just yet—not without his permission. I clung to that last shred of control, even as my body trembled with the effort of holding back.

“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Please, Daddy, let me?—”

“Not yet,” he growled, his lips brushing my ear. “I want you to feel it. I want you to know who owns every inch of this beautiful body.”

I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand as I fought to obey him. Every muscle in my body was taut, straining, desperate for release. But he held me right there, on the precipice, waiting for me to surrender completely.

“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice harsh with need. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasped, my voice a ragged whisper. “I belong toyou, Daddy. Please, I’m yours. Please let me come for you. Please, Daddy.”

A satisfied growl rumbled deep in his chest, and in that moment, he finally pushed me over the brink. His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing down on my clit, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss as my world shattered around me. I came undone beneath him, every nerve in my body lighting up as I cried out into his mouth.

He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, driving me through wave after wave of pleasure until I was nothing more than a trembling, gasping mess beneath him. Finally, he slowed, his fingers stilling, his lips softening against mine.

“You did so well, baby girl,” he murmured soothingly, his breath warm against my skin. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

I collapsed against the bed, my body limp, my mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. His words washed over me, and despite everything, despite the darkness, the danger, the unknown… I had never felt so safe. So very wanted. So very taken care of.

And then his mouth settled between my legs and the moment his tongue brushed my clit, I gasped, still too overly sensitive to any kind of stimulation.

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