Page 80 of Sweetest Revenge

I placed her down on the floor, my hand sliding against her ass and hips.

My cock was so hard it hurt as it rubbed against her. I needed to get out of my clothes and inside her immediately.

“Do you like these clothes?” I asked. She opened her mouth to answer, but I was already ripping the buttons at the back of her dress and pushing it off her. “Never mind. Get in the shower, Addi. Now.”

I thought she was going to complain, but for once, she did as she was told. She squirted some shower gel onto her hands and stood under the water washing herself while I took off my clothes and watched.

I couldn’t clamp down on the anger that was still coursing through my veins.

He touched her. No one touches what’s mine.

He wanted to hurt her. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if I wasn’t there or if I had been just a minute late.

“What does a girl need to do to get you in here too, Daddy?”

Enough. No more thinking. No more hesitating.

I took off my clothes, almost tearing them like I did her dress in my haste to get out of them.

She was under the water, her hands caressing her body as I watched. Her fingers came to her nipples, twisting them. She leaned back against the tile, spreading her legs for me.

I walked in, caging her against the wall, and lifted her, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her legs around my waist.

“If you need to tap out, the safe word is bubble gum.”

That was the only warning I gave her before I slammed into her as deep as I could go.

She threw her head back, her groan filling the bathroom.

“Fuck, Daddy.”

“You feel so good, babygirl. You were made for me.”

“Yes,” she groaned.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “I want you to come, and I want you to come hard. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy.”

I thrust into her, chasing my orgasm. Her hot, wet cunt felt like heaven, and I was going to come faster than ever.

She’s mine. Finally mine.

She cried out, spurring me. I could feel her getting closer and closer. Her moans only got louder and louder the harder I thrust into her. Her hand was working overtime to bring herself to her orgasm. It took less than a minute for her to come.

Her cunt fluttered around me, each wave making me want to come along with her, filling her up to the brim. After we were done here, I wanted her so full of my cum it would be leaking down her legs. I wanted to cover every inch of her. Mark her as mine.

But not yet. We had a long night, and this was only the start.

“Count them for me, babygirl.”

“One, Daddy.”

“You forgot your counts,” I reminded Addi as I pulled her back from the window by her hair.

“Fourteen, Daddy.”

The title did all sorts of fucked-up things to my head. I had already come twice and settled for getting her off in between.

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