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I pushed my wet fingers into her pussy after rubbing her clit, and while her legs started to shake, I moved my knee between them to keep her steady on her heels.

She gripped my arms tightly, kissing me back passionately.

As good as she was, not teasing or messing with me, it made me want to fuck her even harder and punish her.

It contradicted everything I stood for, because her being obedient was what every dominant man would want, but it pissed me off more than anything, to be honest.

I wanted her to misbehave, show me her wild side and risk getting caught.

Her tightness squeezed around my two fingers while I moved them faster, and to make her come faster, I rubbed my thumb against her clit, feeling it throb at the touch of it.

“Such a good girl…show me how bad you can be,” I challenged. “Come for me, Valley.”

Our eyes met again, and I didn’t look away and watched closely as pleasure filled hers.

“Come for me,” I repeated, my face close to hers as her breath started to hitch.

“Oh…daddy,” she cried out.

I kept going until her knees gave in, and when the orgasm hit her, she closed her eyes and threw her head back as I covered her mouth with my hand to make sure not even the bartenders a few feet away heard her.

“That’s it, baby. This pussy is mine,” I stated, pulling my fingers out and continuing to rub her clit to keep on stimulating her need.

She stopped breathing for a moment, needing a second to collect her strength, then she finally looked at me again.

I lifted my hand while keeping my eyes on hers, holding my fingers to her mouth for her to taste herself.

Her lips wrapped around them, sucking and licking and looking as sexy as ever. “You’re gonna get more. As soon as we’re outta here,” I assured her.

We were both in a trance, only had eyes for each other and forgot for a split second that we weren’t alone in this country club.

It was far too late when I heard heels clicking on the marble floor, and when we heard the shocked sigh coming out of Della’s mouth, I stepped away from Valley. As if that helped disguise the fact that we’ve just been all over each other.

“What in God’s name are you doing?” she squealed, directing her words to Valley and ignoring me for some reason.

“You aresoinappropriate, young lady! You’re a disgrace!” Della shot toward Valley, and when I turned my head to look at her, there was not a hint of embarrassment on her face.

“Della, let me—”

“How long has she been manipulating you into doing this?” she asked me. “Dear God, Valley! You’re eighteen!”

Still no reaction from Valley, which I for some reason was proud of her for not freaking out like Della was.

This could be handled calmly without shouting and attracting the attention from the other guests.

“What is going on?” Andrew asked as he walked up to us and stopped next to his wife.

“I caught your daughter kissing Riggs. That’s not how you raised her, Andrew!”

At this point, anything could’ve been said, but never had I imagined to hear what Andrew said next.

“So what? She’s eighteen, and I’m sure she wasn’t the only one having a hand in this,” he said, looking at me with a raised brow.

Good point, because this wasn’t Valley being inappropriate, as Della called it.

This was her and I wanting to be with each other but having to hide it for this exact reason.

“It’s not all on her,” I told them, not sure how Valley still stood there unfazed.

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