I feel a thumb and a finger under my chin as Damon gets me to look at him, gunmetal eyes smokey. “When and if you ever call me Daddy, it’s because my dick has been so far down your throat, and I’ve fucked you every which way to Sunday you can’t remember my name, much less yours.” He growls, letting go of my chin to focus back on dressing our girl. Holy fuck. I gulp, my heart stammering in my chest, blood flowing a little too quick down to my dick and back up. What the fuck?
