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My head swam. My tit ached. My ass stung, hot and swollen like I’d sat on a beehive. And my poor, pleasure-drunk pussy just kept squeezing, trying to come to terms with the fire hose jammed inside it. I was a goddamned slip and slide from the waist down.

I’d fantasized about this momenta lotover the past weeks—hot, filthy daydreams that left me squirming and red in the face—but none of them had prepared me for finally being the center of Revik’s attention.

For finally having him inside me.

My g-spot was going to be singing a ballad in praise of his fat-assed cock for all of eternity, accompanied by my clit on the guitar, strummed to wild abandon by his fucking nubs.

Revik groaned, sagging. His dick—still half-hard—popped out of me, sending a shock wave through my abused insides that squeezed out a flood of cum.

I whimpered, helplessly riding the twitching aftershocks as I felt him dripping down my ass. It was the hottest fucking thing, but I sighed internally, thinking about how squishy and sticky I was going to be when I cooled off. At least he’d been thoughtful enough to put a cloth down, so I was lying in a slut puddle and not a muddy slut wallow.

Pretty sure my house dress was ruined, though.

Revik rolled, taking me with him. My eyes grew heavy as I sprawled on top of him, his purr better than any vibrating bed in a shitty by-the-hour motel. His hands petted over me—soothing, caressing—until I was half-asleep, boneless with bliss.

“Tell me aboutDadee,Lelesha.”

My shoulders tensed at his quiet words.

“Kshh,” he soothed, kneading them gently.

I blew out a breath, fighting down a jangle of nerves. It was a fair question, and not the first time he’d asked about it. I didn’t have much shame around my sexuality, but this was an area I’d hadn’t explored much. Never explored at all, really, outside of fantasy.

I’d said, “Yes, Daddy,” teasingly one time to Drake, when he’d been rushing me to leave a party early. He’d laughed and teased back in front of our friends, but when we got home...it was the first time he’d truly frightened me.

But this was nothing like that.

“It’s...it means different things,” I said into his chest. This was hard already, eye contact would turn me into a mushroom for sure.

He purred encouragingly, petting me with soft, unhurried strokes.

“The way I mean it—” I bit my lip, trying to find the words to explain the complexfeelingI had when I looked at him and thought: Daddy. “Daddy is someone who protects me. Keeps me safe. Who wants what’s best for me, and will see that I get it, even if it’s not what I want at the time. Someone who wantsme, and who I want just as bad.”

Revik’s hands stilled. His purr shot up about ten decibels.

I giggled into his fur, dizzy with relief as the bulge pressing against my belly suddenly doubled in size.

“And I amDadeeto you,Lelesha?” he rumbled.

I nodded, cheeks blazing, but he touched my chin with a finger, lifting my face until I finally met his eyes. They glowed, bright and hot as the sun.

“Yes,” I breathed, transfixed.

“Good girl.”

I flailed for a handhold as he hoisted me onto his shoulder and drove to his feet in a single, smooth movement. He strode forward in a distance-eating lope that didn’t falter as he bent, scooping up thetovand my ruined dress with his free hand, his other clamped over my thighs.

“Revik!” I yelped.

“I’mDadeenow,” he said, smugness lacing the words. “AndDadeesays you need to soak. You’re going to be sore. We willstop by the den and ask Litha and Zaf to gather food and meet us at thejavuh. Then, when you’re less sore, we will practice fighting again.”

I gaped at the flexing muscles of his back—my naked, wet, no doubt swollen ass out for the world to see. “What, right now?!”

“Yes. If we wait, you will get stiff.”

“I—But—”

“It’s important that I keep you safe,Lelesha. You must be able to defend yourself.”

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