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If I call you Daddy, will you go upstairs and sleep?” I tease. “If you call me Daddy, neither one of us is going to sleep anytime soon, and you know it.”
“I won’t hold you captive, Josephine. But I’ll do everything in my power to make you stay.”
“Sorry, Hot Girl,” Locke mumbles, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Your boyfriend’s worried my dick’s too big for you to handle.” Tipping my head back to look up at Kylian, I lick my lips. “Trust me, Daddy. It’ll fit.” “Daddy?” Locke gibes. “You’re a philosophy major, Nicky. Don’t tell me you’re not familiar with the teachings of Pascal. Daddy is a state of mind.”
“Fuck, Jojo. My heart beats for you. My body burns for you. I’m gonna fill you up with so much proof you won’t ever doubt me again.”
“I see you, baby. Always.
“Goddamn, this mouth.” He catches my chin with two fingers, tipping it up with the gentlest touch. “I’m gonna fuck the sass right out of it and teach you some southern manners one day soon.” He bows his head, his words heavy and guttural. “You’re gonna suck down every drop I give you and say ‘thank you, Kendrick, can I have some more please?’ when I’m done.”
