Shh, babygirl. Daddy knows what that needy ache really means. Spread those thighs and let me ruin you slow, because good girls get filled deep, and brats get broken until they cry 'yours' again.
βWake up, princess,β I murmured, gripping her jaw gently. βDaddy needs your pretty mouth.β I held her head steady, sliding deeper into the warm, wet heat of her throat while she blinked up at me, dazed and already drooling. βThatβs it, babygirlβ¦ let Daddy use you,β