Joan.
I didn’t even try to refuse.
I didn’t hesitate for a single second.
There was no point in pretending anymore.
I had wished for this exact moment too many nights to count.
I had tasted Daddy’s c**k behind every filthy fantasy, every time I locked myself in the bathroom while James slept, every time I rode my fingers and moaned “Daddy” into my palm so my husband wouldn’t hear.
I had c*m countless times beside my own husband, whispering Noah’s name like a prayer while my pathetic, selfish spouse left me starving and empty night after night.
So when Daddy told me to get on my knees, I dropped instantly.
The tile was soft under my knees as I sank down in front of him, my eyes locked upward. Noah stood there like a god — tall, powerful, completely naked, that massive c**k throb
