A tingle runs up my core when Mr. Rossi utters the word daddy. I feel myself starting to get wet between my legs and weak in my knees.
I do as he said, and open my mouth wide. He feeds me his c**k and I have to strain my jaw to accommodate him.
His c**k is so thick that I feel my jaw aching within seconds. Still, I do my best to keep my mouth wide open—like daddy asked.
He grips the top of my blonde hair, bunching it in fistfuls.
He starts to tug back and forth on my hair like I’m a horse. He’s using me like I’m his pet. A toy for him to use and discard as he pleases. And it’s sexy as hell.
“That’s it,” he says as he jerks my head back and forth over his slippery c**k. He pushes deeper down my throat with every stroke, challenging me to take more of him.
“Can you be a good girl and d
