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"Shh, I got you, baby girl. You just let Daddy take care of everything."

Oh, God.Oh, God.

No one's ever asked me to call them that—I didn't really know it was a thing people did outside of cheesy pornos, but right here, in this man's lap, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

"Daddy…"

His groan rumbles through my body, making my nipples light up and my pussy throb. He grinds into me, and I answer him with a twist of my own hips. It feels so good, writhing against his monster cock, and we're both still clothed, but I feel close already.

"Please, please," I chant, rubbing myself against him harder. "Need—Daddy—"

His grip goes to iron on my hips. He tears his lips away. "What did I say, little girl?"

What? "I—"

"You gonna be a good girl? Let Daddy take care of you? Or is Daddy gonna have to take you over his knee?"

Flames erupt inside me. I can't possibly want that, but a part of me does.

"Would you?" I whisper.

"If you want to be a little brat, I just might."

I flex my hips against his again, testing.

He doesn't let me down.

His eyes flash dark. My head spins as he lifts me. The next thing I know, I'm laid out across his lap, my chest draped over his thighs and my ass in the air. I shiver with an impossible need, all the breath shoved out of me, and then his hand tucks into the waistband of my leggings. He tears them and my panties down, exposing my rear to the air. I moan, shaking my head, and my eyes leak.

"Daddy—"

"This is for your own good, baby girl."

The moment drags on and on. Anticipation builds inside me, a wave ready to crash.

The crack of his broad palm hitting tender flesh rings out in the air, shocking in its sharpness. The sting radiates through my ass a half second later, followed by heat that threatens to carry me away.

He spanks me again, once, twice, and oh fuck. Orgasm hovers right over me, and he hasn't even touched my needy pussy yet.

"You gonna be a good girl for Daddy now?"

"Yes, yes, I swear—" I'm babbling, crying, and what's happening to me?

Oh, then sweet relief floods through me. He cups the hot cheeks of my ass and rubs, then slides his big fingers lower. I groan, dropping my head as he connects with the lips of my pussy. He slips his fingertips through my slit, and I'm so incredibly wet.

"There you go, baby," he says. "Daddy's got you. Daddy's gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart."

"Daddy, Daddy—"

He slips two fingers inside, stretching me, and then his thumb connects with my clit, and I'm gone.

Orgasm sweeps me away to another plane. Nonsense words fall out of my mouth as I shriek and sob. He gentles methrough it, working my pussy while stroking my back with his other hand. As I start to come down, he slides his palm higher, cupping my neck, brushing my hair back from my tear-streaked face.

Holy hell. That was so intense. I can hardly catch my breath, but I feel more relaxed and at peace than I have in so long. Maybe years.

"You gonna thank your Daddy for making your little pussy feel so good?"

"Thank you." My voice comes out cracked and sore. I hardly recognize it. "Thank you."