Page 97 of Use Me, Daddy

The promise in his voice sent a shiver racing through me, but I didn’t falter. This was my moment, my chance to turn the tables, and I wasn’t going to let him take it from me—not yet.

I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear.

“Maybe I like living dangerously,” I whispered, my voice trembling just enough to betray the thrill racing through me.

“You’re playing with fire,” he said, his breath warm against my skin.

“I want to see if you burn,” I replied, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “Now beg for me, Daddy.”

His growl was low and feral, his wrists pulling harder against the silk ties.

I allowed myself to sink down a single inch, taking the head of his big, pierced cock inside me.

“Oh, God, you feel so good, baby girl,” he groaned.

I sank down another inch, and another, until he was fully seated inside of me, but I didn’t move.

I simply clenched my pussy around his cock.

“Ride me, baby. Be a good girl for Daddy,” he tried.

“That’s not the kind of begging I want, Daddy,” I countered with a smirk, and I tightened around him once more. I leaned downward, letting my breath ghost over his lips before pressing mine against his for a soft kiss.

I started grinding against him, the friction making my legs tremble, but the satisfaction of feeling his hands pull at the silk ties made it worth it.

And then, the words finally left his mouth.

It was a single word. A single syllable, really, that held so much power, and as soon as I heard it, I knew that I had won.

“Please, baby girl.”

It was the last shred of his control, the final vestige of his pride, and I had finally ripped it away.

I smiled, my heart hammering in my chest. Because, just this once, I had gotten what I wanted.

I had bested him.

I didn’t gloat. I didn’t rub it in. I simply smiled and rolled my hips with a soft moan.

“Come on, baby girl. Ride Daddy’s cock.”

I started riding his cock, taking him in further with each roll of my hips. His piercing hit my G-spot just right and I gasped out loud.

“My pleasure, Daddy,” I whispered, moving my hips faster and faster.

It didn’t take long for the pressure to start building in my core. I rode him like a wild filly, taking him deeper with every movement until all at once, my orgasm exploded over me like a firework.

I moaned, clinging to him as the waves of pleasure crashed through me, stealing the breath from my lungs, and leaving me panting.

He growled, his hips thrusting upward, burying himself inside me, and I moaned, the sensation sending me careening toward another orgasm.

I came again, the sensation more intense than anything I had ever felt before. My whole body shook, and I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls of his penthouse.

I rode him through several more orgasms before I had my fill, my sweat-slickened body trembling from the intensity of each one.

When I finally collapsed on his chest, completely spent and thoroughly satisfied, I could still feel the tension in his muscles.

He hadn’t come yet.

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