Even through the gag.
Even through the tears pouring down my cheeks.
I screamed because it was too much.
Too good.
Too hot.
Too intense.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I reached up with both hands, my fingers shaking, my chest heaving, and I tore the gag off my mouth like it was choking me, like if I didn’t scream for real, I was going to lose my f*****g mind.
“Damon..Damon..Daddy, please..I can’t..fuck..I can’t..”
My voice came out cracked and ruined and soaked in spit and need and heat and I didn’t stop saying his name. I couldn’t. It was the only thing I could f*****g remember.
“I need your cock..please..I need it inside me—now!”
His head lifted.
Slowly.
His lips were wet. His jaw was covered in my slick. His pupils were blown so wide they were black. And the way he looked at
