“Please.” I beg for more. I need him to hurry. “Please, who?” He rocks his hips against me as his lips brush mine with each syllable. Warmth builds between my legs. I lick my tongue across his. Then I tilt my hips up to meet his. “Please, Daddy.” He groans. “Does my Baby need to be fucked?” I dig my heels into his lower back. “God, yes.”
