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He presses in and out of me.

My eyes roll back. “So good…”

He changes things up, sometimes thrusting hard, sometimes soft. He grinds against my clit on one pass and then barely enters me with the next. It’s maddening. I need to come.

I lift my hips, trying to get more contact with his pelvis, but he denies me until I’m moaning.

“That’s my good girl. Take what Daddy offers you. Don’t fight it. Let Daddy decide.”

For a moment, I buck and writhe. Fuck patience. I’m a greedy girl.

“Shhh.” His voice is soft and calm. “Submit to me, Simone.”

I can’t. I’m desperate.

He doesn’t move. His body is still. “Simone… Submit to Daddy.”

I fight against him for a few more seconds before giving in and dropping my ass onto the mattress. I dig into his biceps with my fingers, needing some outlet for my desperation.

Camden eases in and out a few times as languidly as possible before he thrusts deep and hard, grinding against me. “Now, Simone. Come.”

I do as I’m told, my pussy fluttering around his shaft as I find my release. It’s not like any other orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s so much more fulfilling with his giant cock inside me. And he’s moving again, drawing out the waves of my pleasure before he stiffens deep inside me and groans so loudly I think the walls shake.

It’s hard for me to focus. My vision is swimming from my own orgasm, but I manage to blink enough to see the expression on my man’s face. Total bliss. He’s smiling around pursed lips, making me feel powerful.

I hope I see that a million times in my life.

Chapter 15

Camden

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“So, let me get this straight…”

It’s hard for me to maintain a serious expression when Simone says something like that. Whatever is going to follow the pause is bound to be good.

I give her hair a tug, causing her to arch her head back. Part of the reason I like to pull her hair is that I like it when she tips her head back, especially when we’re standing in the bathroom and my girl is naked. I like exposing more of her neck, and her body is divine.

“We haven’t even gone down for breakfast yet, and your mind is already cooking something up, isn’t it?”

She giggles. “I’m just…clarifying. So, when we’re in bed and naked, I’m still submitting to you, but I’m allowed to use dirty words and call you Camden.”

“Yep.”

“But the minute my feet hit the floor, I’m Little?”

I chuckle. “There might be a bit of leeway there if you need to pee between rounds three and four of sex, but yes.”

“Three and four?” Her smile lights up the bathroom.

I shrug. “Or five. Whatever.” I grab the brush and work through the tangles in her hair. I washed it last night before we went to bed, but we didn’t exactly go to sleep right away, and I might have threaded my fingers in her silky locks a few times.

“And now that we’re in the bathroom?”

“Now, you’re Little, naughty girl.” She doesn’t need to expand on this.

“So, if I sass you or use a bad word, you’ll swat my bottom?”