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TICK TOCK

T here was a moment where I hesitated. One small, fragile fucking moment where I almost walked away. Where I almost did the right thing and almost played the honorable card. Almost remembered that she was my best friend’s daughter, nineteen, innocent enough to still believe in a world where men like me wouldn’t sink their teeth into something so soft.

But the second her lips landed on mine, the second her hips rolled against me, molded to me like her body was made for me, every good intention I had was fucking dead.

Gone.

Buried six feet under.

All that was left was a raw, dangerous, all-consuming need to claim what belonged to me before any other fucker got his hands on her.

I broke the kiss, my hands still clenched tight on her thick hips, my cock pressing hard against her belly, aching so bad it made my head spin.

I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, quick and rough, pressing her chest down hard against the nearest chair. Her breath caught, a soft little whimper slipping out as my hands slid over the curve of her ass, fingers curling into the waistband of her jeans.

"You’ve been teasing me since the second I laid eyes on you in that club, kitten," I hissed against her ear, my teeth grazing the curve of her neck. "You know what happens to bad little girls who push my buttons?"

She gasped, her body shivering beneath my touch, but didn’t dare answer.

Good girl.

I yanked her jeans and panties down in one swift motion, baring that perfect round ass, soft and pale and begging for my hand. My fingers stroked the bare flesh, slow, taunting, tracing circles down the swell of her thighs, over the crease where her thighs met that sweet, soaked heat.

She whimpered, shifting her ass against me, her body needy, aching, her pussy glistening and exposed.

"So fucking wet for me already," I murmured, my fingers sliding closer but not giving her what she wanted, just stroking the tender flesh, teasing her with soft brushes that made her hips twitch, desperate for more.

Then, when I had her purring, I raised my palm and brought it down hard. The crack of the spank echoed through the room, and she yelped, her hands gripping the edge of the chair as her back arched, presenting herself even more.

Another slap. Harder. This time I watched as her perfect white skin bloomed red under my hand, the shape of my palm marked across her ass like a brand.

"Count," I growled.

"O-one," she gasped.

Another strike, just as sharp.

"Two..."

Her voice trembled, but she didn’t fight me, didn’t pull away. She took every hit like the good little kitten I knew she could be.

"Three!" She cried out.

When her cheeks were flushed and glowing, her breath coming hard and fast, I stepped back, letting my fingers trail down the curve of her ass, lightly brushing the sting I’d left behind.

"Turn around," I ordered, my voice thick, my cock throbbing against my zipper. "Undress for me."

She faced me slowly, her fingers shaking as she reached for the hem of her tank top, pulling it up over her head. Those beautiful, plush tits spilled free, soft and heavy, nipples tight and aching, begging for my mouth.

She shimmied out of her jeans the rest of the way, then flung her panties aside with a slight flick of her ankle. She stood before me in nothing but her bare body and need, her belly soft, her curves full and perfect. She had the kind of body meant for a man like me to hold down, to fuck hard, to worship and destroy all at once.

"You’re fucking beautiful," I murmured, my eyes dragging over every inch of her. "Made to be used. Made to be owned."

Her lips parted, and her breath shaky as she waited for my next command.

"Crawl onto the bed," I ordered, my voice low and dark, "and show me that perfect body of yours."

She blinked up at me, those lips swollen and kiss-bruised, eyes so wide and glassy it looked like the air had been knocked right out of her chest. Her breath came in these soft, stuttered little gasps, like she was caught on the edge between flight and surrender, as if the war between running from me or falling at my feet was still raging inside that pretty little head of hers. And I could see the moment it hit her. The way her body betrayed her, leaning in just enough, knees softening, that sweet submission already creeping in beneath the surface.

Good.

Let her fucking feel it. Let her drown in the choice she was making.

I stepped back, slowly taking off my gear, watching as she obeyed. She dropped to her knees, crawling across the sheets, hips swaying, looking back at me with eyes that told me she was ready to be broken wide open.

And God help me, I was ready to do it.

She crawled back onto the mattress, laying down, legs parting just enough to show me just how wet she already was for me. Ready to soak the sheets like the sweet little kitten she was.

Her shyness and innocence shone through as her thighs quivered, lips parted as she avoided my gaze, and a soft flush bloomed up her chest. She shifted, her hands moving instinctively to shield what I already fucking owned.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” I warned, my voice sounded like dark gravel. I yanked off my shirt and tugged my jeans off as I stepped forward, grabbing her knees and spreading her wide, forcing her to hold that position so I could see exactly what I’d done to her.

"You want my hands on you, kitten? My mouth?” She nodded slowly and my voice deepened. “Then you show me every greedy inch of that sweet little pussy."

She gasped, cheeks flushed deeper, but her legs stayed open, submitting despite the shyness, and it only made me harder.

“Good girl,” I growled.

But not good enough.

I grabbed her by the thighs and yanked her hard toward the edge of the bed, making her squeal. My palm came down fast, spanking the wet heat between her legs, a sharp slap right across her pussy that made her jolt, her back arching off the bed.

“That’s for lying,” I hissed.

Another slap.

“And that’s for tempting me like this.”

She whimpered, squirming beneath my grip, but her hips were rolling into my hand, hungry for it, her slickness dripping down her thighs.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice dropping, leaning in close so my breath kissed over her soaked folds. “You like me punishing your pretty little cunt?”

She nodded, eyes glassy, lips parting on a soft, desperate moan.

“Say it,” I demanded.

“Yes, Daddy…” she whispered.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the word punching out of me like it hurt.

I ran my fingers through the wetness between her thighs, slow, circling her clit until her hips started that perfect little twitch again, rolling, riding my hand in desperation.

That’s when I buried my face between her legs. In seconds, my tongue had lashed out, tasting her like she was my last goddamn meal.

And Christ, the taste of her. So sweet and fucking addictive. I groaned against her, my tongue sliding long and slow up the length of her pussy, circling her clit, then dipping deep inside her as she cried out my name, back bowing, hands fisting in the sheets.

“You’re fucking perfect, kitten,” I murmured against her heat. “Every inch of you tastes like sin.”

I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard, rolling my tongue over it as my fingers slid inside her, curling, finding that sweet spot that made her gasp, her thighs shaking around my head.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” I teased, my fingers fucking into her slow, relentless. “Gonna come all over my tongue like the good little kitten you are?”

“Yes,” she cried out, voice breaking.

“Yeah, you are.” I smirked, dragging my tongue back over her clit, licking her like she was the sweetest fucking thing on earth, spanking her pussy again between strokes, making her whimper, making her tremble.

And when I felt her start to tighten, to clench down, to ride that wave, I pulled back.

“Not yet,” I growled.

She sobbed, hips bucking toward me, but I held her down, forcing her to take my fingers slow, making her wait.

“You don’t come until I say,” I warned, my voice thick with heat. “You want it? You beg for it.”

“Please, Daddy… please, I need it.”

“Yeah,” I hissed, kissing up her stomach, licking the sweat from her skin. “You need it so bad, don’t you, baby girl? So fucking needy for my cock.”

She nodded, breathless, thighs still spread, hips twitching.

I stood, undid my belt, my cock already hard, aching, leaking at the tip as I stroked it slow, letting her watch.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Mouth open.”

She slid off the bed, obedient, her eyes wide, lips parted as I pressed the head of my cock to her mouth.

“Look at you,” I groaned as she wrapped her lips around me, her tongue swirling, soft and wet, so fucking eager. “So hungry for Daddy’s cock.”

She moaned around me, sucking deeper, taking more of me in, her tongue sliding under the shaft as she bobbed her head, eyes locked on mine with such innocence it made my precum slowly start to flow on her tongue.

“Goddamn,” I grunted, my hand threading into her hair, guiding her, fucking slow into her mouth, feeling her throat tighten as she took me deeper. “That’s it, baby… fuck, you’re so good at this.”

Her hands gripped my thighs, holding steady as I pushed deeper, groaning as her lips sealed tight around my cock, the wet heat of her mouth making my knees threaten to give out.

I tugged her hair hard, pulling her off me, watching the way her spit clung to my shaft, dripping down her chin as she gasped for air.

“Up,” I snapped, yanking her back onto the bed, flipping her beneath me as I hovered over her, my cock thick, hard, slick with her spit.

Her eyes were wild, breath ragged, lips swollen.

“Look at you,” I growled. “Spread out for me like you’re my fucking little whore.”

She whimpered, her hips lifting, her legs falling open.

“Say it, kitten,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” she whispered, breathless.

And fuck , if that wasn’t the hottest goddamn thing I’d ever heard.

I stroked my cock slow, watching the way her eyes stayed locked on me, her body trembling, and so fucking ready.

I wasn’t going be gentle. Not tonight.

Not with her.

Not with the woman who’d already ruined me from the inside out.