ac

head like a bad song I

o suck a dic

, face far too close to his hips, my cheek practically brushing again

real. No matter how heartbroken I was. No matter how man

ause, believe it or not, I was a proud woman. And I definitely didn't grovel at the

rget everything else. This was my true coping mechanism, not alcohol. I was finally about to experience the orgasm I'd been denied for far too long. Because, honestly? I ha

hing deep inside me clench, like I

h an older man? Because if it was...

nudged the si

shudder ran d

hat wa

ow stupid the question was. Of course I knew

ng around me, and my gaze dropped. That

,

because under the straining towel was the very clear and ver

as Charles, and Charles... well, he was not this. Charles was small, fast, and disappointing. He was the two

ow, kneeling in front of this stranger whose body seemed carved from every dark fantasy I d

ght. I ran my fingers lightly over the

uttered under m

s other large hand caught my wrists, pinning them above my head against the bed. My back hit the mattress, breath rushing

my waist up to my throat. He was not squeezing, just

fuck

cared me, but all I could think was, Please

turned on than I had ever been in my entire life. I

I bit my lip, nervous and needy all at once. His

asked, voice d

him, dazed. "W-w

htly around my throat, and h

re you?" h

ard instead. I smiled up at him, slowly, as if I knew

aughter," I said softly,

the thick bulge under the t

is was just a dream, right? And in d

lder. "Do you get off on the idea of being in control? Daddy vibes,

im because I felt his cock jumped be

y s

getting bette

the tip of my tongue. But then his hand slid from m

myself," he said. "

his tone alone made my skin tingle. My bo

"Twenty-three..." I whispered, my

hair. "Twenty-three," he muttered to himself, saying it indifferently. "I g