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“Eyes on me,” he growls and they snap to tangle with his. “Thank you for telling me. You are my mate. I marked you, so you will be mine forever, regardless of when or if you bite me. We have to be honest to each other, like we agreed, in all things. I don’t want you to be embarrassed of anything that happens between us. We are the only ones in this relationship. We are the only ones that will know. Do not be afraid to ask me anything.” I nod and he goes on. “I like both words coming from your lips. I will accept either or both. I have been called Sir before but not Daddy. I find that I like it. You can call me whatever you want. Whatever you decide.” He drags his finger over me again. “Let's do an experiment. Call me both at separate times while I’m fingering you, and I’ll tell you which one you like more.”

He doesn’t wait for me to agree. His thumb goes to my clit as his finger goes deep and fast. I burn.

“Such a good, Kitty Cat,” he hums. “You are so hot and tight. Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I responded easily. He adds a finger, swirling and my eyes cross.

“Oh, I like that, and you like that, too. You are squeezing the fuck out of my fingers.” He drags them and curls. “How about now?”

“Yes, Sir.” Fuck, I love it.

“We both love that one,” he says, the fire in his eye burning brighter.

He removes all contact. “No,” I growled.

“Patience, Kitty Cat. I need inside you.” He stands and removes his jeans.

I’ll never get used to his beauty. I want to lick him all over. I want to trace all his tattoos with my tongue. But right now, he’sright—he needs to be inside me. “Hurry, Sir,” I urged. The words come without thought or embarrassment. Sir fits Elijah so much better, it seems right.

“Spread wide,” he growls, getting back on the bed.

What else can I do but spread for my Sir?

“Fuck, good baby,” he praises.

He grips his cock and slides it through the wetness covering me and I dig my head into the bed, closing my eyes. Who knew the touch of the right cock could be so much pleasure. He slips inside and stops.

“Eyes.”

I give him what he wants and he slams inside. His hips meet mine and I grimace at the amount of cock filling me. I’ve always wondered how much a girl needed. Apparently, I need Elijah’s size.

He rocks out and watches himself as he dips back in slowly. He looks at me and gives me the weight of his body. My breasts rub his chest.

I love it.

“Yes,” I sigh.

“Yes, what?” He lifts a brow.

“Yes, Sir.” This is going to be fun.

He palms my ass. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you on your hands and knees. I want to play with this ass.” He slaps it lightly, causing his cock deeper. “The way your pussy is gripping my cock, I think you’ll like your spankings.”

“Please, Sir,” I beg. The heat is demanding he fuck me. The pressure is building, hovering just out of reach.

He doesn’t respond with words.

He pulls out and slams back in. His hand on my ass holding me still. I am at his mercy. He tips my head back with his other hand. Once he has me completely secure, he continues to thrust.Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. He fills me, stretching me, riding me.

I have the compulsion to bite him but I hold back. My cheetah disagrees, but I am not ready. I want no doubts when I do it. I settle with biting his chin and he responds in kind. He leaves little bites over my chin, neck, and chest.

He never slows his hips, taking me higher and higher until I can’t take it anymore. I explode.

“Yes, Sir,” I chant over and over again.

“Such a good girl. Squeeze Sir’s cock,” he coos. His hips pressed me deeper into the bed. “Take my come like a good Kitty Cat,” he purrs.

He floods me. His warmth combined with mine. His shout echoes throughout the room and my body fills with pleasure.