#Chapter117
-Rules Are Meant To Be Broken-02
I really need to be fucked.
But I don't want to call her that ridiculous name.
Fucking priorities.
/"Fuck, okay,/" I moan out harshly
/"Daddy/" I mutter out quickly
She raises a brow at me through the mirror.
/"I'm sorry what was that?/" She teases making me glare at her through the mirror
I fucking hate her so much right now.
/"Daddy/" I mutter a little louder as her skilled fingers begin to play with the waistband of my jeans
Oh my goodness.
This is so fucking embarrassing.
What if someone walks in to me being bent over the fucking counter referring to this devil as 'daddy'?
/"I can't hear you/" she continues to tease as she slowly unbutton my jeans
That's it.
I've had it with her teasing.
I just want to be fucked against this counter until I'm struggling to breathe because it feels so good.
