Mia;

"Yes," I breathed. "Please, Daddy. I need it."

He crashed his mouth onto mine in a brutal kiss that stole my breath. His tongue invaded, claiming, dominating, and I melted against him. This wasn't gentle or sweet or any of the bullshit I'd gotten from college boys. This was raw and desperate and exactly what I'd been craving.

I ground down on his lap, feeling his thick cock strain against his sweatpants, hard and ready. My hands slid under his shirt, exploring the muscles I'd been fantasizing about.

He pulled back, both of us panting. "Last chance to stop this."

"I don't want to stop," I said, reaching for...