Mia's POV

I thought once would be enough.

That scratching the itch would make the craving go away, that finally knowing what Rick's cock felt like inside me would satisfy whatever sick twisted need had been consuming me.

I was so fucking wrong.

If anything, having Daddy inside me just made me hungrier. Now I knew exactly what I was missing—knew how his thick cock stretched me perfectly, how his rough hands felt gripping my body, how his deep voice sounded when he called me his good girl while destroying my pussy.

And I wanted more. Needed more.

It had been three days since movie night. Three days of stolen...