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The swats stop, and he trails his fingers lightly over my burning skin until finally moving between my legs. I gasp when he touches my lower lips, fondling around my dripping entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he says with a growl that sounds almost feral.

I whimper, opening my legs wider.

“Let’s get these off you,” he says, reaching for my panties. He pulls the material off my ankles and tosses it aside. Then he runs his palm up and down my inner thighs, teasing me by changing directions right before reaching my pussy.

“I can smell you,” he says, finally clamping his entire hand over my mound and giving it a squeeze that causes a gasp to burst from my lips. “Such a needy, horny girl.”

“Oh God, Damien,” I moan, helpless against the torrent of pleasure coursing through me.

“I’m not going to fuck you with my cock just yet,” he says, and lazily slides a finger into my pussy.

“But that’s…cruel!” I blurt, then gasp, my cheeks burning.

Damien chuckles darkly. “I just spanked you until you cried.” He pumps his finger inside of me. “But this…making you wait before you feel my cock inside of you. That’s cruel, huh?”

I growl—actually growl—with frustration, like a wounded animal.

How dare he work me into such a frenzy and then not fuck me?

He slides a second finger into me, stretching me gently by scissoring his fingers within my folds.

I moan at the new sensation. “You’re mean. I need…”

“I know what you need, baby girl. And daddies have to be a little mean sometimes. Now, I want to see you writhing over my lap, coming hard for me, like the well-spanked, horny little girl you are. You hear me, Lena?”

“Yes!”

“Say, ‘yes, Daddy,’” he demands.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I reply, feeling like I’m about to burst.

He finally focuses on my clit, stroking and teasing it without mercy until the pleasure that’s been building within me finally explodes. I come hard, jerking about on his lap wildly as my orgasm passes through my body in waves.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. And I never want it to stop.

Chapter Six

Damien

I have to fuck her. Now.

I pick her up, carrying her all the way up to my bedroom. Lust rages in my blood, almost blinding my vision. I lay her gently on the bed, then step back to tear away my clothing in a hurry before joining her there. I spread my body above hers, pressing her down into the mattress, my cock nestling against her folds, hard and throbbing.

I raise my hand to her face, gently caressing her cheeks. “This is going to hurt, firefly.”

She nods, her gorgeous green eyes glazed over with pleasure. “I’m ready. I want you.”

God, she’s so beautiful.

I line myself up and push inside her slowly. She gasps and I freeze, waiting as her walls flex around me, her body adjusting to the intrusion. I grind my teeth, fighting not to give in to the exquisite tightness, the slick heat. I feel like I’ll explode if I so much as shift my weight.

It’s her first time, and I want it to be as pleasurable as possible, but damn if that isn’t costing me my sanity.

I reach down and stroke her cheek, then her hair. “Oh God,” she whispers, swiveling her hips in a way that threatens to drive me right over the edge.

I push my body up and slowly slide into her again. She gasps, her eyes drifting closed. She slides one hand over my shoulder, the other slowly stroking my back, from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine.