CHAPTER 3
CHLOE
He f***s me through another orgasm, then another, until I’m limp and begging.
“Gonna breed you right here,” he growls, slamming deep. “Gonna leave you dripping on this couch for days.”
“Do it,” I cry. “Fill me up, Daddy—”
He comes with a roar, c**k pulsing, pumping me so full it leaks out instantly, soaking the cushion beneath us.
He stays inside me, both of us panting, the purple glow lighting up our sweat-slick skin.
“Movie night’s my new favorite,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder.
I laugh breathlessly, feeling him drip out of me onto the couch we’ll never look at the same again.
“Same time tomorrow, Daddy?”
He smacks my ass. “Count on it, baby girl.”
Two days later
Ryan’s hand clamps around my wrist the second I step out of my room in a towel.
“Shower. Now,”
