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She looks at me, truly staring at my face, searching for something. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t look at the hard cock bouncing between her thighs. She does nothing but fall into me.

Her hands move from my sides, sliding up my arms and cupping over my own that are still on her jawline and laced into her dark, silky hair.

“Like it? No. I love it. Feeling you inside me is hedonistic. It’s all the quiet things we’re not supposed to do and say are finally out loud. I love feeling like your whore and you experienced it firsthand how fucking wet it makes me to have my daddy in my cunt.” Her words offer a balm to me. My deviant daughter. Cut from the same cloth. I’m sorry, baby, but you were doomed from the start, having me as your dad. I think those things but don’t give them a voice. To do so would be pointless.

“Please fuck my cunt, Daddy. Mark me in your come and make me just as immoral as you. Baptize me in all that is unholy, and I’ll be everything you need. Just please be here with me. Let me in. Please… Maverick.” My name poured from her lips like honey, sticky and sweet like it’s straight from the combs of Honeycomb Hideaway farm.

I kiss her, devouring every bit of her mouth and tongue that I can. Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down until I can taste the tang of her blood, and she yelps. Pulling back, I see the red streaked across her mouth. Both lipstick and blood.

“I am damned. A better man would free you from himself. Free you from the condemnation that befalls you, but a better man, I am not. I’m not even a man. I’m a devil in disguise and you, you have the blood of a devil running through you.” I push my cock back into her as the last of my statement falls from my mouth, groaning once again as the vise clamps down, sealing us together.

I rock our bodies together, hearing my desk scrape across the ground as I fuck October harder than I’ve ever fucked someone before. Pounding into her, knowing it has to hurt. I want to leave bruises on her.

I suck the flesh on the top of one breast into my mouth, biting and then lave it with my tongue, leaving a hickey in my wake. Moving both hands to cup her tits together so I can put both nipples in my mouth, licking and sucking as she pants.

I feel her fingers sliding into my hair, holding me to her, and it grounds me. I can feel an orgasm building, but I need her to come first. Moving my hands causes her breasts to drop from their weight and I can only keep one trapped between my teeth and in my mouth. Working my tongue in tandem with my fingers sliding between the fine hair leading me to her clit, I slide it between two fingers, gently scissoring them together, causing a delicious friction to build.

Popping off her tit, “You’re gonna come all over my dick, wildcat. Drag those claws down my back and mark me up. Cause I’m gonna come all up in this pussy.”

She shudders, breathlessly crying out, “Harder. My clit. Make it hurt, please. Please, Daddy.” My little masochist, and who am I to deny her? Pinching her clit hard, she flinches and her entire body trembles, locking down on my cock. I force myself in and out of the tightest grip I’ve ever had. It’s almost painful for four thrusts before my balls draw up.

“Fucking gonna come into this cute belly of yours, babygirl. Make you so full of me from both ends.” I thrust hard, feeling my hips dig painfully into her pelvis as I lock us together and come deep inside her, emptying every last drop I have from my body into hers.

We’re tangled together and all you can hear are harsh pants as we try to catch our breaths. I don’t think she can move. I start moving and that cute ass whine leaves her again.

“Shh, wildcat. Let Daddy do what he needs.” I back up further, removing her arms from around me and unlocking her legs. I can feel our combined juices leaking from the plug my dick has created in her pussy.

I pull all the way out and cup her cunt with my hand, letting us fill up my hand before lifting and smearing it across her face, mixing with the dried mascara and smeared lipstick before going back and dipping two fingers into her raw, used hole.

I use those two digits to write across her chest from one side to the other.

D E V I A N T

She utters not a word but allows me to do it all without complaint as she’s spread out across the wooden surface.

“You look like a whore. My perfect little whore, ridden hard and covered in my come. I want you to lay here and be a good girl as Daddy gets cleaned up. Understand?” I ask her, but don’t really expect an answer.

“Yea.”

Yea. Fucking yea. Very little respect in that one word.

“Yea? No, babygirl, you can do better than that,” I tell her, running my thumb across her mouth.

“Yes.” I quirk an eyebrow and I get what I’m looking for, “Yes, Sir.” I nod before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, tasting us before placing one on her forehead.

She leans all the way back and watches as I work to move to the closet in my office, pulling out towels and wiping the sweat and fluid off my body.

I try not to look at her because if I could go another round right now, I would, just from seeing what I’ve done to her.

I guess my mother was right. Everything I touch was always going to end up destroyed.

CHAPTER17

MAVERICK

I’m just getting home from dinner with Clark, Lincoln, and a few of the other men I play poker with. Once every couple of months, we try to get together outside of the actual club or business meetings and enjoy a good meal and a great glass of bourbon. Even though I just saw them last night.

October worked a bar shift tonight, but considering it’s Wednesday and typically less busy, I felt less concerned. It helps that I had the fucking camera on her all damn evening watching as she moved behind the bar, pouring drinks, and leaning against the bar top, letting her cleavage spill out just enough to tease me without causing jealousy to take root.

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