Nuella’s cheeks burned at the phrase.
Her p***y made a throbbing pulse as anticipation of his promise filled her head.
Indeed, it would not be so bad to take his c**k here in this kitchen.
With deliberate, slutriness, Nuella lifted her gaze to Devine, biting gently on her lower lips.
“I am all yours, Daddy. Endeavor to do whatever you will to me…”
Devine’s breath heavied.
And his pulse thickened.
Every word and action from Nuella sent a flicker of sensation across his spine.
Without further word, his hand reached for her hair, and he groped a large quantity, yanking her head backward.
Nuella gasped, swallowing the lumps that hung against her throat.
“You are being such a bad girl, momma. And... Umm...” Devine bit gently on his lower lips, tightening his grip against her
