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“I do want to fuck you, Daph. And I’m pretty sure you want to fuck me, too. Would I be correct in that assumption?”
Daph swallows, the tendons in her neck flexing against my hold, before offering up a slight nod.
“Words,” I command.
“Yes.” She offers up a sultry rasp.
“Then as long as we can agree to the terms, there’s no reason we can’t explore this little fascination we have with one another.”
“Terms?”
“One night.” I continue holding her by the throat as my free hand caresses her side. “One night where anything goes. But when the sun comes up, I’m gone. And we will never speak a word of this to anyone. Ever. After tonight, it will be as though this never happened. Do you understand me?”
Daphne takes longer than I thought she would in considering my proposal. As we approach the minute mark, I start to worry she may be about to turn me down. A knot forms deep in my stomach, twisting into a ball of unease, and I’m suddenly aware of how badly I want her to say yes. Just when I feel the suspense may actually kill me, Daphne speaks.
“I agree to your terms.”
I may be still clutching her throat, but it’s my lungs that suddenly flood with oxygen as though someone just loosened their grip. Sitting up, I bring my lips within millimeters of hers. “One thing I can taste,” I whisper into the almost nonexistent space between us. Then, I slam my mouth against hers.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My entire body sparks to life as my tongue caresses hers. And when she bites down on my lip, I know I’m a fucking dumbass. If I had an ounce of sense in my idiot head, I’d leave right now. Because the thought that I could possibly cram a year’s worth of fantasies with this girl into the next few hours—that we could open that door and then just shut it when done—is fucking laughable now that I’ve tasted her.
Everything about her is so much more potent than I anticipated. The scent of strawberries—a scent I’ve associated with her since we were kids—doesn’t just linger in her hair, it’s infused with her skin. I lick up the column of her throat, my tastebuds screaming in desperation for more. Could she possibly taste this good everywhere? My dick twitches in response.
Daphne doesn’t miss the motion, oscillating her hips while continuing to bear down onto me. I glance down at her plum-colored panties, and even with how dark they are, I’m still able to make out the wetness soaking through the cotton. The heat of her pussy seeps through my jeans, and I have to swallow down how I’m practically salivating.
I lean back, eyes fixated to where she’s grinding against me. “You think you’re ready for me, demon?” My thumb presses against the damp fabric covering her clit, and she quivers under my touch.
“I’m ready for you, Nick,” she pants, reaching for my belt. “I’ve been ready for you for a long, long time.”
I pull back. Gripping the front hem of her crop top, I flip it up over her head before twisting it at her back, securing her arms behind her. “Did Daddy say you could touch his belt?”
Daph’s eyes flare with desire, and I smile in relief.
I was hesitant to toss that out there. Some girls get weirded out by that shit, thinking you’re about to unleash a full dom/sub dynamic upon them. That’s not what’s happening here. There’s a million kinks in the world, some with entire lifestyles centered around them. As long as it’s taking place between two consenting adults, I cast zero judgment. However, not every guy who likes to be called Daddy, is trying to reenact a “50 Shades” scene. I simply like dirty talk. And a girl that can play into that shit? Cast her filter aside and lose herself with me in the moment? Nothing but a good time as far as I’m concerned.
“I’m in charge. Do you understand?”
Daph’s eyes darken seductively as she pushes her tits up and out. “I don’t know, sir. What if I forget? Is Daddy gonna remind me how to be a good little girl?”
I’m. So. Fucked.
“If you forget,” I swallow, slowly releasing my hold on the fabric of her tangled shirt, “I will punish you.”
“Yeah?” She smiles coyly, slipping her arms free and allowing her shirt to tumble to the floor. “What if I wanna be punished?”
“Is that what you want, baby?” She shivers at my use of the term. “You want me to find a reason to spank that ass ‘til it’s black and blue? ‘Cause you’ve given me no shortage of reasons lately.”
“Well, then, sounds like a lesson is overdue.” Her hands skate over her torso before cupping her heavy breasts, and I have to temper back the annoyance I feel as I’m reminded of how those particular assets were forced upon her.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s stunning. Perfect in every imaginable way. Better than anything my mind could ever conjure up. I want to trace every inch of her goddess-like form with my tongue, and yet, I still can’t help but be the slightest bit saddened that I didn’t get to worship her body before her bitch of a mother decided to alter it.
We could get them taken out if she wants. I don’t give a fuck if she has big boobs. The handful she was working with before would be more than enough for me.
One night, Nick. The voice inside my head reminds me. What Daphne Burke does with her tits moving forward is of no business to me, as this will be the only time I see them.
“Stand up,” I command, my voice thick with desire.
