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Daddy must’ve noticed how still I’d gotten, the waves of pleasure cooling with every thought ofthen. Cook stared at me intently, and I tried to focus on him.

On us.

On this moment.

Suddenly, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “Don’t blink.”

“What?” I mumbled.

“Did I stutter?” He paused after every word.

“No, sir.”

“Look at me. Do not blink.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I murmured, forcing my eyes wide on him.

Cook met my gaze as he gave his attention back to my pussy.

My abs trembled, threatening to send me back to oblivion. “Can I come, Daddy?”

He pulled away for a split second and a Cheshire cat smile curled on his lips. “Yes, Maddie.”

Then he worked my clit harder, and pleasure rolled me over untilmy heart felt like it would explode.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. Tears washed down my face as he dragged the orgasm from my body with only his mouth.

My body kept convulsing as he left my throbbing core and walked stiffly around the side of the bed. He wiped my juices from his beard and lips and bent over to kiss away the tears.

Softly in my ear, he whispered. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come on my beard, nizhóní. I’m sure it’ll be even prettier on my cock.”

“Please, Cook,” I begged. “I want you inside me. I’m so... empty.”

“You’re not ready.” He slid his thick fingers down my slit.

“I am ready.” I had been ready for him since the first real kiss we shared in the closet turned darkroom at our house. Maybe even before that.

“You’re not,” he growled, working his fingers up and down my slit.

“Can I touch you?” I searched his face as his gaze drifted up to my right hand then my left.

“Not tonight.”

He kept a steady pace in circling my clit, and it sent little shock waves that made my body shake from time to time. He appeared relaxed, casual, as he seemed to wait for something.

“Oh.” I gasped. “Ah.”

“Better,” he said and stood up.

He tightened the straps holding my arms again then circled back to the foot of the bed. I let out a disgruntled snort.

Daddy looked at me sideways with that wicked brow cocked. “Disappointed?”

I started to say, “Fuck yeah,” but noticed him unbuckling his belt and a small sounding “Yes” came out instead.

He doubled over the belt like the paddle had been and... thwack.

My hips bowed and I hissed in a breath.

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