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He let go of my wrists and I slowly turned to sit up straight in front of him, with his rock-hard cock right in my face.

I lifted my hands to wrap my fingers around his shaft, but he slapped them away with a deep, angry frown between his brows.

“Did I tell you to fucking touch my dick?” he asked.

“No, Daddy.”

It slipped, but the way he acted just made me wanna call him that.

It was a mistake though, as he slapped my cheek again, this time slightly harder and quickly cupping my jaw to avoid losing eye contact.

“Did I give you permission?” he asked, his voice dark and provoking.

I shook my head and couldn’t stop from grinning. “No.”

“Then why do you continue to push my limits and do the things I told you not to?”

“Because I know how much you hate the way I tease you. You want me,” I purred, and my answer resulted in him pushing his fingers back into my mouth, pushing my tongue down and getting as far down my throat with his fingers as possible.

“I’m taking what I want when I want it. Don’t need your naughty mouth to ask for it. I know you want my dick deep inside of you, but you don’t deserve it that easily.”

His fingers pushed further into my mouth, making me gag and close my eyes for a moment before he pulled them out again.

They were wet, and he put that to good use when he reached down between my legs and rubbed my saliva all over my pussy, wetting it even more.

“Shit, baby. This how I make you feel? You taste like a little slut. Too damn sweet for your own good,” he growled, and without a warning, he pushed two of his large fingers into my pussy.

“You want me to fuck this tight hole, don’t you? Too damn bad I’m not doing what you want. I told you I would wreck you, Val, but I’m holding back on that. You’re not ready for me, darling.”

I moaned as he fingered my pussy faster, pushing them into me harder and with more force until I had to tilt back my head and close my eyes to enjoy it.

His other hand gripped my hair again, making me look at him and see how his eyes turned darker.

He wasn’t playing games anymore.

He was dead serious about this, but instead of being intimidated, I wanted more. So much more.

“Keep clenching that pussy around my fingers. Is that what you’ll do when my dick’s inside of you? Tease me like a little slut,” he growled.

Him calling me a slut only intensified the way I felt, and so I nodded. “Fuck me,” I begged, moving my hips against his hand while he continued to finger me.

“Keep that mouth shut,” he spat back, and just as I had expected, he pulled his fingers out to cut off the orgasm building inside of me.

Asshole.

He lifted his hand, with his fingers covered in my own juices, then he held them up to my mouth but didn’t say anything.

Instead, he looked at me with a challenging frown and I immediately did exactly what he wanted me to.

I wrapped my lips around his fingers, keeping my eyes on his while I licked every single drop off his fingers.

“Fuck…” he muttered, suddenly loosening the grip in my hair to fully enjoy watching me lick his fingers clean.

“You like that, huh? Dirty young thing…” he murmured, using his left hand to stroke his cock.

Once I was done tasting myself from his fingers, which wasn’t new to me at all, he stepped closer to let me wrap my lips around his shaft.

“Show me what you can do with that mouth, baby,” he ordered, and since he had calmed down a little bit, I used that moment to put my hands on the base of his cock and start blowing him.

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