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“Only me.” His voice is gravelly. “No one else.”

He’s asking a lot when we’re not together. When there’s nothing I can see about our current situation that tells me I’ll ever get over our past.

I can love him and I can hate him. But be with him in any meaningful way? Be vulnerable with him again? Every move he makes, it seems like that becomes less and less of a possibility.

And still I don’t tell him that part of our relationship is over. I try the word out instead, putting my own flair on it. In place of Rockstar. “Daddy Rockstar?”

He exhales like he’s been waiting for his execution only to be granted a reprieve.

“Yes, Little Vandal.” There’s a growl to it, a deep throaty purr that warms my belly. He’s into it. Really into it.

Fuck me, I’m into it too. But I’m still mad at him. Still trying to move on. I shove at his chest. “Eat my fucking ass.”

His back hits the other wall, barely two feet away. I lunge for the locked door. I almost get my fingers on the latch when his arm wraps around my middle and hauls me to his chest.

The next thing I know, my palms are planted on the counter and I’m looking at our reflection. At his lusty expression and my shining, excited eyes.

“I’m going to eat your pussy while I finger your ass, Little Vandal. And then I’m going to tongue the fuck out of your ass too, since that’s what you asked for.”

The whining sound that comes out of me is accompanied by a flood that coats my thighs as he settles on his knees and his big hands skate up my thighs and under my skirt.

His calloused fingers curl into my panties and yank them down until they wrap around my ankles. “Bend forward and step out for Daddy.”

“Fuck you.” But I do it. I lower myself to my elbows, bend my back, and spread my legs like he ordered. Because he is on his fucking knees for me.

I shake and heave in a breath when his tongue flattens to my pussy. My vision swims. I’ve missed his lying tongue on my clit and the way the man could eat pussy. Slow at first, coating me in his saliva. Then digging into my entrance before circling my clit. He reaches up and presses the small of my back down more, adjusting the angle of my pussy for his eating.

He fits his whole mouth around me and puts that tongue to use. Delving it inside me. With one hand, he stretches me open so he can get deeper. The other hand strokes over my asshole, causing a delicious sensation.

The pleasure has me closing my eyes and holding on. My breaths are wobbly, my whimpers stronger as he fucks me with his tongue and massages that tight little knot between my cheeks until it gives for his little finger.

My thighs shake.

He pulls his mouth away from my pussy. “Say it. I want to hear that you want me to take care of your needs.”

“Daddy Rockstar. Fuck. I need it.” I collapse against the vanity, practically hyperventilating with the noises coming out of me. Being thoroughly eaten while he fucks my ass with his finger.

I come so fucking hard from somewhere deep inside. It’s an overwhelming sensation. Intense. My clit pulses and then I’m coming that way too. Trying so hard to bury my screams in my elbow. And probably failing.

He laps at me until I’m wrung out and start to quiet. Slowly he withdraws his finger from my ass.

“I’ve got you, Little Vandal. I’m going to make sure you’re satisfied. You’re going to feel so good by the time I’m finished with you.” He spreads my cheeks and puts his tongue there. He starts to lick in long, rasping strokes.

I’m already a quivering, sopping mess, but I’m so sensitive and aware that my body immediately starts to respond to his attention.

“Be a good girl and rub your clit for me.” He bites one of my cheeks before going back to rimming me.

I put my hand to my clit and start rubbing languorous circles with the tips of my fingers, alternating the amount of pressure with each swipe while we work together to bring me close to orgasm again.

I hate that I want more... need more. I hate when I beg him in a breathless voice. “Please, Daddy Rockstar, fuck me.”

I hate the way my breath catches when he stands, and I hear the rustle of his pants being undone and dropped. How I can barely stand to wait for him to roll a condom down his cock.

He grips my hips and I rock back automatically, ready for him.

“Call me Daddy again,” he orders.

“No, I don’t think I will,” I tease.