“Hands on the mirror, Angel,” he rumbled, already unbuckling his belt to free his thick, tattooed cock. I bit my lip and grinned, locking eyes with him in the glass. “Yes, Daddy,” I teased. His eyes narrowed. “Call me that again, Angel, and I’ll fuck you right to the edge of climax, then leave you there. Then do it again and again and again, denying you release until you’re begging me. Then I’ll remind you why you shouldn’t push my buttons.”
