“You ready to be ruined now, little girl?”
His voice was a growl, buried in my ear, hot as hell and twice as wicked.
I nodded. Tried to answer. But no sound came out.
Just a whimper. Just a pathetic little noise as he rolled his hips forward and the head of his c**k pressed harder against the dripping mess between my legs.
My walls clenched before he even pushed in. I could already feel the stretch, the burn, the brutal width that would split me open and leave me wrecked for days.
And then.
“Daddy!”
The voice sliced through the tension like a f*****g blade. As my body jerked. His hand flew off my hip. The weight of his c**k disappeared. His grip loosened as footsteps echoed down the hallway.
“Daddy, are you still down here?”
Tasha.
Fuck.
He turned me around fast. Hands moving
