Page 20 of Watch Me, Daddy

As I washed away the blood and grime of the day, I found myself grappling with the conflicting emotions that raged within me. With every drop of water that fell, I felt myself sinking deeper into a sea of uncertainty, unsure of whether I was strong enough to navigate the storm of heated desire while keeping her close enough to protect her from danger. I sighed and slammed my hand against the wall.

I was a fucking Murphy.

I ran this town with my brothers and my sister. Here, we had no equal. With every day that went by, we gained more power. My brother Kieran had brought us here years ago, and ever since we’d arrived, the six of us had worked together to ensure that the Murphy name meant something. We had our hands in everything—gambling, shipping through the harbors, bootlegging, and horse races. If you could name it, we were making money in it. We even owned Murphy’s Pub together.

If Ada saw me pining over a girl like this, she’d have my head on a platter.

I was stronger than this. I could resist the fiery little temptation sleeping upstairs in a bed that wasn’t mine.

Under the soothing spray of the shower, I closed my eyes and let the water wash away the tension of the day. The warm droplets cascaded over my skin, and for a moment, I allowed myself to find solace in the simple act of cleansing. The rhythmic sound of water provided a temporary respite from the chaos that Irina had brought to my life, allowing me to briefly disconnect from the world outside.

It wasn’t enough though.

Hesitantly, I lightly brushed my fingers against the length of my cock and let out a groan, a savage burst of arousal racing up my spine.

Fucking hell. This was too much.

The image of Irina on her knees flashed before my eyes, and I gave into the fantasy. With a grunt of defeat, I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself slowly, gasping as euphoric pleasure cascaded up and down my body. I shuddered and let my mind go wild.

“Naughty girl. It’s time I taught you what happens to sassy girls with sassy mouths,” I murmured.

Her lips curved into a playful pout. She stared back at me with a captivating mixture of innocence and desire in her eyes. The intensity of her longing mirrored my own, and the vulnerability she displayed only fueled the fire within me. In that moment, I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and the realization sent a rush of heat through my veins.

“I didn’t mean to be sassy,” she pouted.

“Yes, you did, princess. You knew what would happen, didn’t you?”

“What’s going to happen?” she asked, her sudden trepidation making her voice subtly shake. It was incredibly erotic, and my cock only got that much harder.

“Daddy is going to punish you, princess,” I murmured.

She trembled with nervous anticipation as I reached down and fisted the hair at the back of her head. I tightened my grip, and she cried out, but the sound revealed just how much the prospect of being punished by my hand aroused her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth,” I demanded.

Her eyes rounded with eager hesitation, but she obeyed me like the good girl I knew she was. I adjusted my fist in her hair and angled her face so that my cock was only inches away from her mouth. Her nervous gaze took in my size, and my cock pulsed with heat.

Fuck. This girl was dangerous.

I pushed my hips forward an inch, so the head of my cock breached her lips, and she cried out with a nervous gasp. I didn’t stop though.

She’d been a naughty girl, and she needed to be taught a lesson.

Even now, I could see her desire glistening on her thighs. She’d wanted a taste of my darkness for a long time, and I was going to give it to her.

She closed her lips around the head of my cock, and I leaned back, enjoying the perfect bliss of that naughty little mouth.

My hand moved faster and faster up and down the length of my cock. I didn’t let myself come too soon, instead edging myself closer and closer to the cusp of orgasm, truly enjoying myself. Soon enough though, it became too much, and I gave in.

With a savage roar, my seed erupted from the tip of my cock with brutal force. Each surge was viciously hard as I imagined the wet warmth of her tongue lapping away at my cock while she begged Daddy to fuck her.

Daddy.

If that word ever fell off her lips in real life, I was a dead man.

In that moment, I couldn’t help but feel the magnetic pull of desire between us, a dangerous dance that threatened to consume me.

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