“Daddy issues?” I asked, rubbing my neck. “You think I fucked you because I have daddy issues? I swear to God if you start calling me good girl thinking it’ll get you laid again, I’ll throw up everywhere right now.” He grabbed my arm to pull me back toward the street with him. “Only good girls get called good girl,” he said. “Bad girls end up in my handcuffs. They choke on my dick. Bad girls get fucked in every way imaginable until they beg me to stop. And then I fuck them a little harder.”
