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“I like to think rather that I look at you like you hung the stars in the sky. That’s more fitting for my Starlight.”

She smiles and presses her forehead against mine. “You’re incredible.”

Before I can reply, she kisses me fervently while sliding her hands under the hem of my black T-shirt. She delicately traces my abs as she strokes her tongue against mine.

I grab my shirt by the collar and pull it over my head, breaking our kiss as I do. Rory’s eyes roam my body, lust taking over her features.

No woman has ever made me feel as wanted as she does.

I reach for the hem of her dark gray sweater and slowly remove it. My dick grows harder, and I groan as I take in what’s underneath.

“See something you like, Pierce?” she teases, placing a finger under my chin.

“You know I do.Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby.”

This lingerie set is new. I’d know if she wore this one before.

This one is in her favorite color—maroon—and has so many straps on the bra that I wonder how she even got it on. There’s enough lace to cover her nipples, but not much more than that.

“My thong matches, you know.”

“Show me,” I demand, not trying to hide how desperate I am to see her.

Rory quickly obliges, unbuttoning her jeans and forcefully pushing the denim down her legs and kicking them to the side.

And just as she said, it’s a matching set.

I remove my own jeans and say, “I’m buying you that set in every color.Goddamn.”

“Don’t rip this set when you take it off. I love the way you’re looking at me in it.”

I lean over her, her back hitting the mattress as I cage her in my arms. “I make no promises, baby girl. If your panties are covering Daddy’s pussy, I’ll take them off by any means necessary.”

“Does Daddy want a taste of his pussy?”

It takes everything in me not to come on the spot. I know I like talking dirty in bed, but I never knew I enjoyed being dirty-talkedtountil Rory.

Or maybe that’s something I only like when she’s the one doing it.

Either way, I’m horny as fuck right now.

I capture her lips before responding. “Daddy always wants a taste of his pussy. Now, spread those thighs and show me what’s mine.”

Rory quickly spreads for me, and I fall to my knees before her. “Too much fabric?”

“There’s always way too much fucking fabric,” I mutter, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her thong and pulling them down her legs. “There we go. Much better.” I tease my thumb along her slit. “I don’t think you’re wet enough.” Without giving her time to reply, I lean forward and spit directly onto her pussy.

“Did you just spit on me?” she asks in surprise.

“Yeah. And I bet you liked it, my dirty little slut.”

“I did,” she admits. “Am I wet enough now, Daddy?”

I swipe my tongue over her. “Mhmm,” I murmur, lips still pressed against her pussy.

I place my hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading them further apart as I feast on her.

I thrust my tongue inside of her. I flick it over her clit. I travel further down, lapping it at the hole I claimed last night.

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