SASHA
The mirror in our bedroom didn’t lie. It caught every curve of my body, every soft line and angle, as I turned to the side, admiring myself in the lingerie I’d picked out just for tonight. It hugged my hips like it belonged there. My breasts looked full and perfect, pushed together just right. I held them in my palms, rubbing them against each other with slow, teasing pressure. My n*****s hardened instantly.
It was our wedding night, and I was going to make sure Daddy never forgot it.
A heat pulsed between my thighs. I flicked a finger against my c**t, feeling the wetness already coating the walls of my p***y. Damn. I was so f*****g horny I could barely think straight. I needed to be touched. Claimed. Taken. And it was the perfect moment—he was finally mine.
I walked over to wher
