She was under the water, her hands caressing her body as I watched. Her fingers came to her nipples, twisting them. She leaned back against the tile, spreading her legs for me.

I walked in, caging her against the wall, and lifted her, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her legs around my waist.

“If you need to tap out, the safe word is bubble gum.”

That was the only warning I gave her before I slammed into her as deep as I could go.

She threw her head back, her groan filling the bathroom.

“Fuck, Daddy.”

“You feel so good, babygirl. You were made for me.”

“Yes,” she groaned.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “I want you to come, and I want you to come hard. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy.”

I thrust into her, chasing my orgasm. Her hot, wet cunt felt like heaven, and I was going to come faster than ever.

She’s mine. Finally mine.

She cried out, spurring me. I could feel her getting closer and closer. Her moans only got louder and louder the harder I thrust into her. Her hand was working overtime to bring herself to her orgasm. It took less than a minute for her to come.

Her cunt fluttered around me, each wave making me want to come along with her, filling her up to the brim. After we were done here, I wanted her so full of my cum it would be leaking down her legs. I wanted to cover every inch of her. Mark her as mine.

But not yet. We had a long night, and this was only the start.

“Count them for me, babygirl.”

“One, Daddy.”

* * *

“You forgot your counts,” I reminded Addi as I pulled her back from the window by her hair.

“Fourteen, Daddy.”

The title did all sorts of fucked-up things to my head. I had already come twice and settled for getting her off in between.

I fucked her in the shower. On the vanity. On the couch. Bent over the desk in the room. She rode me on the chair. Now against the window.

But I saved the best for last.

“Turn around for me like a good girl,” I ordered and fell to my knees.

She stood above me with a hooded expression. The city was bright behind her and shone around her in a way that made her look positively angelic. Until she turned sinful as she lifted her leg and placed it over my shoulder, baring her swollen, needy cunt to me.

Gone was the brat, and in her place was a sexy, sensual being who gave me everything. She trusted me more than she ever had, and I was reveling in it.

It was different from the charity event where she had been shy and unsure about a man eating her cunt for the first time.