GIDEON’S POV
“In the car,” she pants, her hand blindly crawling up his muscular thigh. I watch a muscle violently jump in the jaw of a man who is physically allergic to facial expressions. “You held me down on your c**k. You made me feel how hard you were and you would not let me move an inch. And then you just stopped.” Her swollen lip pushes out in a pathetic, pornographic pout, her hips involuntarily bucking up against the empty air. “That was so mean, Daddy. Please finish it. I am begging you. I will be so f*****g good, just take it out and shove it in me. I will take your big c**k so good, Daddy. Please. Make me your w***e. Just for tonight.”
She grabs his large hand and drags it up under her dress, pressing his broad palm right against her dripping centre.
Caspian, a man who has n
