CHAPTER 3
MIA
The obsession hit hard. I was c**k-crazed for him, imagining his thick length—huge for his age, rock-hard and veined—pounding me raw.
The second I got into my apartment, door locked and lights off, I collapsed on the bed, skirt hiked up, fingers sliding straight into my dripping p***y. I was still so sensitive from his mouth, walls fluttering as I pumped two fingers deep, rubbing my c**t furious with my thumb. "Xander," I moaned loud into the pillow, picturing his dark eyes possessive on me, his growl ordering me to c*m again. "Daddy, please... need your c**k so bad." I came fast and hard, body arching off the bed, juices soaking my hand as I gasped his name over and over, seeing stars behind my eyes. But it wasn't enough. Nothing would be until he f****d me for real.
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