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“We talked.”He slips a finger inside me, and I hiss at the intrusion of his thick digit.

“I’m serious.”

“Me too.Serious about watching you come.”

I grip the sink and my toes curl when he adds a second finger.“I don’t know a lot about you.”

He punches his fingers in and out, working them overtime.

I gasp and pant, trying to remember what I was saying.

“Know that I can’t get enough of you.Fucking obsessed with you.I dream about the sweet sounds you make.How good your cunt feels when it squeezes the life outta my dick right before you come.”

“You’re not playing fair.”

“Fuck, baby.So wet.Greedy for it.Tell me how much you want it.”Thwack.He slaps my ass.“Let me hear you, Gwynee.”

“I…I…”

Thwack.Another slap.This one is harder than the last.

“Oh, God.”

“That’s not my name.”

Slap.

“What’s my name, Gwynee?”

Fuck.I try to concentrate on remembering the image of his license when he showed it to me at the bar.“Clayton.”

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You do.”

“Never forget it.”He removes his fingers, and I nearly cry out from the loss, but he quickly makes up for it by sitting me on the sink and going down on his knees.“Need to eat you, baby.”He buries his tongue inside me, taking me to a high I never knew was possible.

He licks, sucks, and tongue fucks me into oblivion.I can barely breathe he has me so worked up and ready to get off.My soul disconnects from my body, and it’s as if I’m floating in another dimension.I can’t explain the way he’s making me feel.

Like my insides have turned to hot lava, I’m so on fire.So alive for him, as he violates me with his mouth in the most delicious way.

He grins up at me, his face glistening with my juices, and I confess the sight is something to behold.This man is feral for me in a way I’ve never experienced with anyone before.

“You’re going to be the death of me.My sexy little sugar baby.”

“Sugar baby?”

“Yeah.You’re sweet.Addictive.And I want to spoil the fuck out of you.”

“I’m not opposed to being spoiled.”

“Didn’t figure you would be.”

Big Daddy traces lazy circles along my back as I lay on his chest in my bed.

“Are you going to tell me why everyone calls you Big Daddy?”

He smiles at a joke I’m not privy to.“It’s not some great story about the size of my dick, if that’s what you’re thinking.When I was patched in, I was called Big due to my size.When my girl, Sissy, was a toddler, she’d hear everyone calling me Big and started calling me Big Daddy.The guys used to give me shit about it, but over time, that’s what everyone began calling me.It stuck.”

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