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BUCK
After my trip to pick up donuts the next morning, I walked into the bedroom and caught her rubbing her sweet spot under the sheets.
“What does my little girl think she’s doing?” I said in a low, grating voice, my desire scraping up my throat.
“OMG, can a girl get a little privacy around here for cripe’s sakes?” She yanked the covers adorably over her head.
“Only Daddy is allowed to touch you there. The sooner you’re able to accept my word is law, the better.”
“Oh, really?” she sassed.
“Really.”
“Such as?”
I Superman flew and landed over her, holding myself off her with one forearm and gently grabbing her neck, whispering, “You should watch yourself, little one. You bring out the beast in Daddy.”
“I’m not scared of you,” she whimpered as I softly squeezed her neck, remindin
