Velvet’s POV

Daddy Zavian returned me to his bedroom, sitting me on the bed. I breathed low, controlling it.

His eyes cascaded on me, deep, lustful. He's filled with desire. He can't stay without me.

Then he bent low, placing his hands on both sides of me. I strained slowly backward but he's in front of me so has an advantage over me.

“Are you shy of daddy?” His voice loomed, then he pressed down like he wanted to kiss me.

Kiss me please!

Kiss me please!!

My lips quivered. I longed for it. I wanted it.

My body began to quake. It's breaking. My core clenched. Then came the...