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“You need to stop,” I tell her, but she only works me harder. “I’m close.”

“Let me feel it, Daddy. Just this once.”

My cum rushes out of me in a hot wave, and it triggers her own orgasm. I can feel her squeezing the head of my dick, and god help me, I thrust all the way inside. She buries her face against my chest, and it muffles the sounds of her pleasure and pain. I pop her cherry and then thrust over and over and over. I don’t give her any relief as I lay the full weight of my body on top of her and spread her wide.

“You asked for this,” I tell her as I pin her arms above her head. “You teased me until my control snapped.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whines.

“You made me come in here and take your cherry.” I thrust all the way until I feel my balls against her ass and then I grind on her clit. “Now it’s mine, Charlotte. And so are you.”

She nods in agreement as I bend down and claim her mouth.

“You’re going to be my good girl. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I fuck her harder, and she gasps. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Thoughts of getting her pregnant, getting caught, and how to steal her from her uncle are postponed until later. I stare at her for a moment and then let out a heavy sigh.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” I say as I grip her hips and roll us over. She’s surprised and then sinks deeper on my cock as she straddles it. “Ride Daddy. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

Chapter Eleven

CHARLIE

Instead of dreading school, now I can’t wait to go each morning. My alarm goes off, and I roll over and shut it off. The first thing I do is check my text messages, and I smile when I see a message from Shay. Since the night he snuck in my bedroom, he’s sent me a text every morning.

Daddy: Morning, baby girl.

A rush of excitement and happiness fills me. I always rolled my eyes with people squealing over crushes or losing their minds over a guy, but I get it now. I didn’t know what I was missing since I’d never had it before. Shay fills a space inside of my heart that I didn’t know was empty. Or maybe on some level I did, but I pretended it wasn’t there to protect myself.

Me: Morning

I want to tell him that I miss him, but I’m still a little shy about voicing my feelings for him. I’m pretty sure he’s all in. He’s been in my bed every night since that first time except for when I snuck over to his place once. He made me dinner, and it was nice getting to know him on a deeper level. That’s also when he told me about doing this coaching thing to help a friend out. He might be dirty when it comes to me, but he’s been showing me that there’s sweetness in him too.

Daddy: Eat more than a Pop-Tart.

Me: But I love Pop-Tarts!

Daddy: I didn’t say you couldn’t eat one. I said eat more than one.

Me: Fine!

I send an emoji rolling its eyes to poke at him.

Daddy: Watch it.

Me: I want to do more than watch it, Daddy.

I pull myself from bed to get ready and remember that it’s game day. The fact that I have to wear the stupid beaver suit tonight doesn't even bother me. It gives me a reason to be at the game and near Shay. I can watch him in action, and no one knows.

When I’m done getting ready for school, I find myself in the kitchen actually making some eggs. I snap a picture and send it over to Shay.

Daddy: Good girl.

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