“I know.”
“That’s it, little star. Milk your Daddy’s cock like the good slut you are.” That was enough to push her over the edge. Sophie’s muscles gripped him as she came, forcing his orgasm to rush forth with hers.
Sophie bucked against the wall, her hips rhythmically begging for Aiden's brutal thrusts.
Grabbing her thighs, Aiden rotated beneath her to draw her orgasm. She entranced him, the way she covered her breasts with her head tipped back, accepting every bite of pleasure.
“Yes! Thank you, Daddy.” She whined sweetly, the jerk of her hips subsided, and she leaned forward, pressing her face against his chest.
The shrill of his phone pulled Zack away from the screen. He grunted his annoyance, swallowed the last of his bourbon, and heavily set the glass on his desk.
Cora:
Good Evening, Master Zack.
He paused a second too long before responding.
Zack:
Yes?
Her reply was instant. She was always an attentive club slut.
Cora:
I wish to kneel. Sir.
Cora:
Please, Master Zack. I wish to scream beneath you.
Cora:
I was sore for a week after our last session.
Zack:
Aren’t we eager tonight?
He didn’t understand the growing irritation and chose to ignore it.
Zack:
That’s the thing about wishes, Cora.
Zack:
They don’t always come true.
Zack:
Goodnight, Subby.
Cora:
Yes, Sir. Goodnight.
Zack placed his phone face down on the desk and sighed.
