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“It sounds like you’d get more of what you want.” I claimed her mouth with mine, tasting her fully before breaking away. “How will that do me any good?”

“Don’t you want to do those things to me, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby girl.” I ran my hand through the soft curls surrounding her slit, teasing her outer lips. I wanted nothing more than to bury my dick inside her, but she pushed for a reaction. I stopped caressing her, and plucked an object from out of her line of sight. Lubing it up in front of her, I allowed her to see the length and width of the golden egg-shaped butt plug. “Bear down.”

She obeyed but I took my time, slowly teasing her tight pucker with the large toy. I’d claim her there one day, and she needed to be adequately stretched to enjoy the pleasure.

“It’s too big,” Zoelle whined. “I don’t like it.”

“Relax.” I allowed her to get accustomed to it an inch at a time until she clamped around it. Tapping my fingers on the base of it would cause small reverberations through the sensitive nerves around her anus. She squeaked and it was the most adorable sound. Her limbs trembled, and I turned her around to face me, pushing her body down onto the couch.

“Oh!”

Zoelle blushed. In her new position the plug undoubtedly stroked even more hidden pleasure spots. “Open your mouth, kitten.”

She stared at me, eyes as round as saucers and did as I commanded. I was going to ruin her pretty pink lipstick. Sliding my cock in between her sweet lips, I thrust once. Zoelle accepted what I gave her, keeping her hands down at her sides without me asking. I moved my hips, using her mouth as I would her pussy, one hand wrapped lightly around her head not to restrict completely but to keep her still. She hummed and I went deeper. Her lipstick smeared as she sucked me off, and I was getting close to a release. Pulling out of her mouth, I ran my thumb across it.

“I learned my lesson. Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.” I sat down on the couch next to her. “Climb on top of me.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “I’ve never tried that position.”

I assisted her onto me, placing her where I wanted so that she was pressed up against me. “You control the speed, kitten. Move up and down.” I kept my hold on her hips and she found a rhythm.

“I feel silly!”

“You feelincredible. Keep going.” I loved watching her breasts bounce as she rode my cock, her head thrown back in pleasure. “That’s it, sweetheart.” I dug my fingers into her hips, and she moaned. “Come for Daddy.”

Her pussy spasmed as she came screaming my name. Zoelle tipped her head forward and locked her eyes on mine. Shifting our positions again, I set her down on the couch so I could control the action. Taking her from behind, I admired her rosy pink globes as I increased my speed. Plunging in and out of her heat, I dialed up the intensity. Zoelle clenched around my cock, milking it, and I came hard, reaching my own peak.

We stayed still for a few minutes, breathing heavily until I withdrew from her pussy and she shuddered. “Are you satisfied now, kitten?”

Zoelle curled up on the couch. “Yes, Daddy. Do we have time to watch a movie?”

I checked my watch, something I’d forgotten to take off in my haste to get naked. “Yeah, but then I’ll bring you home since it’s getting late.”

“I’d like that.” She grinned. “Thank you for dinner—and for punishing me. I really needed all of it.”

“You’re welcome, kitten.” Not wanting to get dressed yet, I covered the two of us in a blanket and powered on the television. “I’m glad you came over.”

“So am I.”

She was so special to me, and I had already fallen for her. Zoelle was everything I’d dreamed of in a partner: smart, sweet, sexy, and utterly adorable.

I kissed her forehead, thankful for her being in my arms, and pulled her closer.

Chapter 7

Zoelle

Like so many other people who worked in the corporate world, I hated Monday mornings. But when I pulled up to my new office building, my stomach felt like it had dropped into my shoes. The main office my boss demanded I physically attend was the clinic!

Why hadn’t I realized that earlier?

Pushing my anxiety away, I found the workstation that had been set up for me, and focused on punching into the time system rather than wondering about Aaron’s whereabouts.

Not long after I’d dived headfirst into my emails and to-do lists, someone appeared in my peripheral vision.

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