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“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me now.”

Chapter 13

SVEN

The moment Ava’s words leave her lips, it’s like gasoline hitting an open flame. A switch flips inside me, and just like that, the barely restrained control I’ve kept in check threatens to snap.

But I can’t just take her the way I need to.

Even that first night with Eric and Levi—I held back. I always hold back. Because if I ever let myself go as raw and primal as I ache to, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop.

And tonight isn’t the night to find out.

I shove that thought aside, pick up my pants, and yank the string of condoms from my back pocket, barely containing the hunger clawing at my insides.

As I roll the latex over my thick, aching cock, I let my words take the liberties my body can’t—yet.

“Up on your hands and knees, Hottie. Now.” The command comes out rough, raw, edged with hunger.

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, voice dripping with desperation.

I bring my palm down on her ass hard. The sharp crack cuts through the air, her body jolting from the impact.

“That’s right. Now, tell me you want more. Show me how much you fuckingneedme.”

“More,” she whimpers, her voice shaking.

I smack her ass again, my fingers tingling from the heat rising off her skin.

“You want what?”

“More,” she moans, her body arching, offering. “Please, Daddy.”

Fuck.

The imploring tone of her voice, breathless, soaked in desire, sends a vicious wave of heat straight to my cock.

But so does the sight of her—her ass glowing a deep, delicious pink beneath my palm, her body quaking from the impact, every inch of her trembling, needy. The memory of last time slams into me—how she fucking exploded the second I smacked her clit, how she came so hard she nearly blacked out, how her body milked me like she was made for it.

My cock bucks up so violently it aches, veins pulsing.

And when I slide my fingers between her legs, dragging through the slick heat of her, I nearly lose it. She’s not just wet—she’s a soaking mess, her arousal coating my fingers, dripping down her thighs, pooling at the sight of me ready to take her. I bring them to my mouth for a taste, savoring the way her essence lingers—slightly salty, yet sweet like honey, decadent and utterly addictive.

I graze her clit with the thick head of my cock, just barely, and she shatters—a gasp, a whimper, her whole body jolting as she presses back against me, begging, pleading without words.

The filthy, obscene sound of her cunt, sends a jolt straight to my balls, tightening them, making my whole body scream to shove inside her, to take her, to fucking wreck her until she’s a boneless, whimpering, used-up mess beneath me.

But I force myself to hold still. I have to slow down. I have to stay in control.

So, I rest my palms on her lower back, squeeze my eyes shut, force my breathing to even out. Because if I keep looking at her like this, I will lose every last shred of control I have left.

“Touch yourself,” I demand of her, not wanting to delay her pleasure, just my own.

“Mmm-hmm,” she moans between ragged gasps. Her fingers work her swollen pussy, spreading herself open as she undulates, completely shameless. “Can I be your bad girl tonight, Daddy? Your very bad girl?”

Holy fuck. I wasn’t expecting that, but damn if it doesn’t go straight to my cock, making it jerk.

Watching her, hearing the filthy words spill from her lips while she plays with herself is almost as good as if I had my hands on her myself. Almost. But fuck, it still has my balls drawing tight, the sight of her glistening fingers working her dripping hole making my control snap thread by thread. Spreading my fingers, I weave them into her long brunette hair, luxuriating in its sweet smell as I yank it back, making her head pull towards me.