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“Yesterday, you were too eager to call me Daddy, little girl.”

Oh, yeah, that.

His brow arches, as if daring me to deny it.

I blush, feeling shy for some reason. “We were just texting.”

He responds with a slow nod. “I’m going to lie on my back, and you’re going to smother me.”

Prickling with need, I offer him an eager nod.

“I want words, Harley.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He narrows his gaze in warning.

I grin wide.

“In that case, assume the position, little girl.”

My grin takes over my face.

He shakes his head.

He gets comfortable.

I straddle him, but he places his strong hands around my waist, holding me in place.

“Turn around,” he says. “While I’m taking care of your pussy, I want you to take care of my cock.”

“A 69.”I wouldn’t mind choking on his big cock.“Kinky right out of the gate. I approve.”

Slap!

Each of his hands make contact with my ass.

“Hey, I said no BDSM.”

“That wasn’t BDSM. That was Daddy disciplining his little girl for having a mouth on her.”

My cheeks flush.

I’ve read my fair share of DD/LG romance, but since I’ve never dated a guy old enough to step into the role of Daddy Dom, the idea of reenacting that level of forbidden romance is thrilling.

I turn around and straddle his chest.

“Your pussy is too far from my mouth.”

On my hands and knees, I adjust myself.

I look over my shoulder.

“Better.” He clasps his hands around my waist.

Who cares about a chichi luncheon, when I can feast on this mouth-watering cock.

Kaz pulls me down by my hips until my pussy hovers above his mouth, his warm, ragged breath tickling my clit.