"Stop," I said, my mind reeling from the effort it took to spit out the word as my hands covered the one pounding his fingers into me.
Our eyes met and he sighed, immediately stilling inside me.
"That's what I thought," he said, moving to extract his fingers from my p***y.
Pleasure. Torture. Heartache mingling with joy.
Love me, damn you. Not like, I want love daddy. Your love.
"I'm sorry, my f*****g head clearly isn't working," he said, staring down at me with regret, like touching me was the biggest mistake he ever made.
It didn't matter. I could change his mind. I had to.
"What about my terms?" I rushed to say, forcing his retreating hand back up against my p***y. "I want—"
"No. We're already doing dumb s**t. This is all you get. Take it or leave it, Olive," he said ster
