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His hand found my throat. "I am when it comes to you. Now fucking tell me what you want me to do to your little cunt."
"Make me your slut, Daddy."
He took my words with an open invitation and pounded into me over and over. His hips moved in a rhythmic motion, and he made sure to keep a thumb on my swollen clit.
"Are you going to be a good girl and come on, daddy's cock?"
The sensations sent me into a spiral so that forming a sentence wasn't even an option at the moment. The bed shook slightly, and my lids fluttered. I could only see his abs hovering above me as my breasts jiggled with the rough movements. His voice lowered an entire octave as he called me his pretty little slut on repeat. My body tensed and commanded my attention.
"Come on, my dick baby, and don't you fucking look away."
His words took control of my body, and my fingers dug into his skin. I arched my back and squeezed my legs around his torso. It hurt and felt good at the same time. Exhausted, I let my body melt into the sheets, and my posture relaxed. He lifted and pulled my legs together in the air. I peered over my thighs to catch his gaze.
"What's my favorite word, baby?" he asked as he pressed into me.
"Daddy."
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he pulsed inside me. Warmth drenched my folds as he filled me up. His hips jerked, and a slow grizzly moan dripped off his lips. His seed pooled out of me and circled my asshole. He gasped when he pulled out, the swollen bulb of his flesh red and angry. He took the liberty of stuffing his spilled seed back into me as it seeped out and plugged my hole with two fingers.
"You are such a fucking good girl." He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then left me as he climbed off the bed.
My inner thighs were wet, my folds sticky, and my mind in a blissful fog. He returned from the bathroom with a warm cloth and spread my legs as he wiped away his leftover mess. The sensation made me jerk, and he teased me once last time by pressing his thumb on my clit. I cried out, but he cooed at me to calm down and pressed the warm cloth into my pussy for comfort. He chucked the used cloth near the bathroom and rolled over next to me.
The lazy grin on his face disappeared when he looked into my eyes. "Brooklyn? Hey, what's the matter? Did I hurt you? Was it too much?"
His concern was genuine, and it only made the tears fall harder. I wiped them away, and he lifted his body until his back met the headboard. Pulling me into his chest, he kissed my forehead and forced my face into the nape of his neck.
"Please tell me what I did wrong?" he asked.
"You didn't do anything wrong," I choked out.
"What is it then?"
"I just… I've never been with anyone who actually cared about how I felt."
"What?" He narrowed his eyes. "No one has ever…?"
I shook my head and wiped my nose.
"Come here," he said, kissing me again. "From the first time I saw you at Estelle's, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I wanted you. Every inch of you."
I playfully rolled my eyes.
He winged a brow. "You think I'm lying, baby girl?"
"Look at you, Carter. You could literally have any girl you want. And I'm supposed to believe that you want me?"
"I don't like being called a liar." His voice was soft but still had a hint of teasing to it.
"And I don't like being lied to…" I said as I nudged him in the stomach.
Carter rolled me onto my back before pushing his weight against me. Then his fingers found my belly, and I shrieked.
"Stop," I begged him, but he just grinned.
"Well, now I know your weakness."
"Daddy," I squealed. I could barely breathe.
"Not until you say it," he demanded.
"I believe you."
Finally, he stopped and lowered his lips to mine before pulling me into his embrace.
"Fuck, you felt good. Now go to sleep."
I closed my eyes and melted into the warmth of his body, and for the first time in my life, I was going to sleep without the weight of the world on my shoulders.
