[Jersey]
My knees hit the floor before I could even think about it, the sting of the tiles biting into my skin, but f**k if I cared. Not when Ryder was staring down at me with such hunger in his eyes. My chest heaved, n*****s aching where I had pinched them raw just the way he asked.
God, the way his voice wrapped around that word—princess—like it belonged to me alone. It did things to me, tore me open in places I wasn't ready to think about.
I tilted my head back, looking up at him.
"Is Daddy going to f**k my mouth?" I asked and his growl was low, almost feral, vibrating through the air and down my spine. My core clenched just hearing it. He gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles white, his chest rising and falling heavy as though he was the one fighting for control.
"Yes, open u
