25. You aren't my type

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Brandon's p.o.v I lay down in my hotel room with a deep low sigh, how was I that weak towards someone younger than me, it was suppose to be a simple call.  I only wanted her to wait for me how did it end up that way, me pulling over the road and shutting all windows closed just to get rid of my erection. I groaned lowly then sat upright, I still couldn't believe it, I jerked off beside the road while talking to Ariana. "Gosh, I'm a crazy fuck." I whispered as I stood up. I loved everything about that moment, her disobedience, moans, sighs, pants, but mostly the way she called out my name and also the referring of that name ( daddy ) I didn't want to remember. She had so much power over me, everything on me already belonged to her, I was totally in the palms of her hand, today was the

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