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“Yes, harder Daddy, please.”
He pulls my hair hard as he slams into me repeatedly. “Play with your clit.”
I move one hand to my pussy and rub my clit, he pushes my face into the mattress and holds my head down.
Turning my head to the side, I gasp as he squeezes my neck.
“Tonight, you’re my perfect little slut. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
My body is experiencing things it never has before. I am not prepared for my next orgasm. My body shakes uncontrollably, as I crumble toward ecstasy. I can’t hold back my screams. I hope no one hears us but at this moment I don’t care.
“Daddy, yes, oh my God.”
He grabs my hips, digging his fingers into my skin, “Fuck yes, baby girl,” he groans as his dick jerks inside me.
His voice is breathy, and I know it’s what my fantasies will be fueled by going forward.
Pulling out of me, he gets up and disposes of the condom and washes his hands.
I collapse on the bed, he comes back and lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms, he rubs my ass.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome but, Mercy, you know this won’t happen again, right?”
“Why?” I ask.
“You know why, don’t make me say it again. I was weak. This should not have happened. Obviously I should be locking my door.”
“Did you not enjoy it?” I brace for the painful answer.
“It was perfect, you’re perfect. But it can’t be more than one night. I can’t do this to Nash.”
“I see. I’m going to go,” I said.
“Mercy. It’s not you. If I had met you any other way, I’d pursue the hell out of you.”
“I understand. I won’t come in here again. I’m sorry. This was a huge mistake.”
Rising off the bed, I stop and grab my bathrobe, put it on, and leave his room. I walk back to my room feeling like such a fool. What was I thinking? That might have been the stupidest shit I’ve done in a long time. Of course, a man like him wouldn’t want me for more than one night. For him, it was just sex, but I’ve been pining away for this man for seven long years. It was so much more to me.
Throwing myself on the bed, I reach over to the end table and grab my phone. I snap a photo, tears streaming down my face. I caption it, ‘Stupid girls do stupid things…’ and post it on Instagram but not Facebook. I don’t want Nash to see it and luckily for me he doesn’t use Instagram. I lay there, staring at the impossibly naïve girl on the screen when I get a message on Instagram. It’s from Liam. My heart races out of control.
Liam: Baby girl, please don’t cry, not because of me especially.
Me: I’m fine.
Liam: I wish things were different. If it weren’t for Nash, I’d want to take you out, show you off, and get to know all of you.
Me: I’m going to bed.
Liam: Please don’t leave things like this.
Me: It’s no big deal. Just forget about it. I got exactly what I asked for. I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself.
I can’t get the images of being with him out of my head. It was so much more than I ever expected, and I want it to happen again and again. I want to behis. The way he kissed me, I know no man will ever measure up. One night with Liam Lexington has ruined me. I’ll never experience that feeling again, pure bliss. He owns me even though he doesn’t want me. Still, I don’t have any regrets. I’d do it all again.
