Zara's POV
I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips brushing against the head of his c**k as I looked up at him. “Maybe I’m not,” I said, my voice soft but steady. “Maybe I want this. Maybe I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Is that so bad, daddy?”
He let out another low groan, his hips shifting forward just a fraction, like he was fighting the urge to push into my mouth. “It’s not bad,” he said, his voice thick. “But you’re playing a dangerous game. You keep this up, and I’m not going to be gentle with you. I’m going to f**k that pretty mouth of yours until you’re choking on it. Is that what you want? To have my c**k down your throat while you look up at me like that?”
I felt a fresh rush of heat between my legs at his words. I leaned in again, letting my tongue t
