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"Fuck." Daddy managed one word through his deep, heavy breaths. His other arm did slid up under her, squeezing her ass tight in his fingers. "Good... Good girl."
Bree was sure she'd burst with pleasure. She smiled and pressed soft, light kisses to his skin. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. Her throat was understandably sore, so she didn't speak further, but she didn't have to—he was pleased with her, and that was what mattered.
In less than a day, Bree's dreams had come true, and now she was even starting to wonder if her wildest of fantasies might have a chance: that a kiss and a sexual fling could become something deeper, something more.
Bree had wanted Derek Meyer for most of her whole life. Now she just had to learn how to please him more and more, until he got so addicted to her that she was able to keep him for herself. She had every intention of doing exactly that.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous8 months agoOh my, that story is so amazingly hot. You describe Bree's desire so well. And when she confesses how long, how long she has wanted her daddy ... since she was a girl, when she wants him to fuck her in her little bed, in her sister's bed, it's clear how long she has fantasized about him, about what she now has from him. I wish I had my account so I could comment better, but wow, I hope you write more soon.
