“Baby,” I moaned shamelessly as Dave’s tongue licked my neck. The heat from him was everywhere, making my skin crawl with a desperate kind of hunger.

Suddenly, he grabbed my neck. His fingers were strong, forcing me to lock my eyes on his dark, angry ones. “Don’t fucking call me baby,” he hissed. His grip tightened, a heavy pressure that made my heart race. “Call me daddy.”

“Daddy,” I whispered. My voice was shaky and small. I should have felt pain from his grip, but it was the opposite. All I felt was a thick, heavy pleasure spreading through my veins. “Daddy, please fuck me.”

He pushed me back onto...