Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Chapter 112

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Do you know how it feels to have what you want right in front of you, and yet you can’t have it? Not because it isn’t yours, but because you’re holding yourself back from ruining it.

That was the kind of hell I was in.

Violet lay naked in my bed, her warmth wrapped around me, her soft body pressing against mine. My cock was already buried deep inside her, yet I couldn’t move, even with a single thrust. Every muscle in me trembled with restraint.

Even after spilling inside her, I wasn’t satisfied. Satisfaction was supposed to follow release, wasn’t it? But release didn’t bring relief. It only sharpened the ache. I wanted to take her again, to lose myself in her until nothing else existed, until my body stopped functioning altogether. But knowing me, even that wouldn’t be enough.

Not touching her was impossible, especially now, when I finally had her to myself. Asking me not to move, not to claim her, was like asking a man not to breathe when there was air all around him. I needed her to live. I craved Violet the way humans craved oxygen, only air didn’t moan your name in its sleep.

She did.

She moaned for me, her lips parting, whispering my name. Her body responded even in her dreams, by how her wetness kept soaking my cock, by how she clenched around me so tightly it felt like she was trying to pull me deeper. Every breath, every sound, every subtle movement tested the limits of my control.

And God help me, I was losing.

She stirred, lashes fluttering as her body shifted against mine. She was awake now, and by the way her breath hitched when my hips rolled, she knew exactly what kind of trouble she was in.

I’d waited long enough.

Her back was still pressed to my chest. Fuck, she was still tight. Even after a night of being filled, she felt new again, as if she’d been made for me alone.

“Can I thrust, Violet?” I murmured against her ear, my voice low as my lips brushed her shoulder.

She bit her lip, eyes flicking toward the clock on the wall as if weighing the choice, her chest rising with every shaky breath. Then she exhaled, voice breaking into a desperate moan.

“Y-yes…. please, daddy. Thrust into me, make me cum.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I drew back slowly, savoring the way every inch of her clenched in protest, then snapped my hips forward, driving into her until I was buried to the hilt. The sound that tore from her lips hit me like fire. One hand gripped her hip, the other pressing her down against the mattress, keeping her exactly where I wanted her as I moved.

“God,” she moaned, her voice breaking, back arching beautifully against me, her body squeezing me tightly.

I leaned over her, chest pressed to her trembling spine, forehead resting against hers as the words tore from me. “Fuck… you’re so tight…”

It came out more like a growl than speech, rough and strangled against my lips. She was gripping me so tight I could barely think, her slick clit pulling me in, and wrapping around me.

I looked up at her, and she was already half gone. Her mouth parted, her body trembling between pain and pleasure. Her

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lashes fluttered shut as the stretch overtook her, every inch of me filling her until I felt her shudder against my chest.

A stray lock of hair clung to her damp forehead, shadowing those wide, glassy eyes. Fuck. No one should see her like this. No

one but me.

I drew back slowly, just to watch the way her lips parted in protest, and then drove forward, burying myself so deep she gasped my name. I did it again, harder this time, each thrust demanding, dragging another sound from her throat, “Haahh!”

The sound ignited something deep in me. My hand slid up her thighs, tracing the soft curve of her skin before I parted them in one fluid motion. She trembled beneath my touch, and I gripped her legs firmly, steadying her as I drove into her.

The sharp rhythm of my hips echoed through the room, each thrust deep, until I hit that spot I’d been hunting for.

“A-ahhh, yes!!” she cried out, arching, pushing back into me. The way she moved, how she met me halfway, made it impossible to think. The air filled with the slick, wet sound of us, the bed rocking hard beneath us, the headboard slamming the wall in time with every thrust.

She was shaking, voice breaking apart as she gasped, “I’m close, daddy….I’m so fucking close.”

“Hold it,” I growled against her neck, my breath hot on her skin. Her body quivered, her walls tightening around me, begging for release. I wanted it too, but not yet. I wanted to lose it with her.

“But―mgh,” she started, but I tilted her head and captured her mouth with mine, swallowing the sound.

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