"Good girl, now, call me daddy!" He whispers, his voice sexy as fuck.

"Daddy!" I voiced out, but it came out as a whispering threat.

"Louder!" He commands.

"Daddy!" I yelled softly, feeling the deliciousness of how sins are made.

He kisses my forehead and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. "Stay still, don't move," He orders as he releases my hair.

He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipation is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. He enticingly traps me, and he's poised and ready to take me once more.

"We're going to go real, slow this time, Brie," he breathes.

And slowly, he knocks on my sinful entrance of mahogany as he slowly pushes inside of me in ease into me until his length is fully buried in me.

He was stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I complained again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in.

He repeats this motion again and again. It's driving me insane -his teasing, deliberately slow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness are overwhelming.

"You feel so good," he groans, and my insides start to quiver. He pulls back and waits. "Oh no, good girl, not yet, call me daddy," He murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, he starts the whole delicious process again.

"Oh, please, daddy," I beg. I'm not sure I can take much more. My body is mutilated so tight, craving release.

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