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"What's the prize if I win, Daddy?" I manage to whisper through the haze of lust clouding my mind.
"A surprise," he says simply, lowering his head to trail kisses along the column of my neck. His hot mouth on me sears my skin, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but him.
"And what if you win?" I dare ask between soft gasps.
He pulls back to look at me, his whiskey eyes light with mischief. "You can surprise me." He leaves a lingering kiss on my lips and then pulls back again. "Are you ready to play, baby girl?"
My heart hammers as his question hangs heavy in the air between us. He knows exactly how to reduce me to desperate whimpers with just his touch. But I crave this connection with him—the thrumming desire, the intoxicating power he holds over me.
"Let's play, Daddy," I whisper back, surrendering myself to him and his game.
With that, he begins worshiping every inch of me with his mouth, starting at the hollow of my throat and moving down to the valley between my breasts, taking his sweet time as if he has all night. His hot tongue and rough beard set me ablaze.
His mouth on me, his hands on me—it's all too much and not enough at the same time.
I bite down hard on my lip as he moves lower, his mouth leaving a blazing trail down my body. I fight the urge to cry out as he buries his head between my thighs, his tongue doing things that make it nearly impossible to stay silent.
But I do. For Daddy.
Every movement is another test of endurance, a battle against the waves of pleasure threatening to pull me under. But I don't let go. Not yet.
"You're doing so well, little girl," he murmurs against my pussy, his voice filled with pride and affection. It sends warmth spreading through me, filling me with determination to win this game for him.
His tongue delves lower, seeking out that forbidden place that only he knows. He forces the tip inside. I bite my tongue, whimpering, spiraling.
Dying the most exquisite death.
His thumb grinds against my clit, two fingers thrusting inside, curling up to strike against my G-spot.
I shoot over the edge, shattering into pieces.
Micah growls, crawling up over me.
"Daddy made round one too easy, little girl." He flips us so he's on his back, and I'm straddling him. "You're going to have to work to stay quiet this time."
I shift, squirming on top of him. He grips my hips as he brings me down onto him. The monster cock I've come to crave fills me to the brim.
A gasp escapes me, but I quickly silence myself. Daddy's eyes are dark and expectant, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
"Ride me hard," he orders, his voice rough with desire. "Don't you dare stop until Daddy comes."
His words spark something deep within me, and I fall into rhythm. My hips move up and down, back and forth as I fuck myself on his cock. He slides in and out of me, creating a delicious friction that sends waves of pleasure crashing over me.
Over and over. Faster and harder.
The first orgasm hits me like a freight train. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, clenching around him as waves of euphoria wash over me.
"Don't stop." His voice is strained, pleasure dripping from every word. He growls when I tighten around him again and again. The fact that he doesn't spill inside me is a testament to his control.
He pulls me closer, biting down on my lip as he groans into my mouth. His fingers find my clit, stroking it in rhythm with our movements. Pulses of pleasure shoot through me, and I come undone for the second time.
"Scream for Daddy, baby girl," he murmurs in my ear, his thumb relentless on my clit.
But I don't scream.
I bite down on my lip, refusing to break.
"Good girl," he says softly, smacking my ass.
