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Chapter 169: Are You Trying To Tell Daddy You Are Horny?

Chapter 169: Are You Trying To Tell Daddy You Are Horny? (1) Angelia

With one step, Kingston closed in on me. His hand immediately boxed the in, one on each side of my head. I was suddenly surrounded by his scent, all I could smell was him. He smelled smokey with a hint of tobacco. I hated cigarettes and yet I couldn't get enough of him. My head spun, emptying out everything that wasn't him, and us.

"I asked for space." I said weakly.

"Why don't I believe you?" He whispered.

"If you truly mean that, you can leave now but you are not going to do that, are you?".

He removed his hands slowly as if giving me a way out. His eyes darkened further when I didn't take his offer. I didn't think I would be able to walk away from him now, my body craved this too much to be denied this. A hint of smirk tugged on his lips as his arms returned again, and he leaned in close.

"I don't think so," he whispered, self-satisfied and arrogant.

"Now give me the truth. Why were you so jumpy tonight?" My eyes widened.

"...I told you, I am self-conscious when you watch me." He shook his head.

"That is not it. Try again, little one."

Why did he have to be so damn observant? Damnit. I struggled to replace something else to lay the blame on but I couldn't conjure up another excuse. Telling him the truth wasn't happening, but maybe, maybe I could distract him. Arching my back, I innocently pressed my front to his.

"Do you really want to hear why I have been so agitated?" I whispered, my voice sounded husky without trying because of how his

closeness affected me.

As I talked, my breasts brushed against his chest. The feeling was startling and pleasurable. I only wore a thin bralette which gave no padding to my sensitive nipples.

"Yes," he muttered, the word coming out as a hiss as I rubbed against him.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"I have been on the edge lately." I admitted, though he would never replace out the real reasons for it.

"You see, when I was with you guys, I got used to a certain amount of pleasure. I got spoiled with it...." I gasped wall, caging me in and keeping my body hostage with his own. ne pressed me into the

A little moan escaped me when I felt the hard length of his rod poking my stomach. I wasn't the only one affected by this.

"And..." I swallowed, collecting my thoughts.

"You could say that my own fingers aren't as satisfying." I said slowly.

A whimper escaped me when he grabbed ahold of my right leg and brought it around his hip, making me feel every delicious inch of his hard dick against my soft and throbbing center. 1/3

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"Are you trying to tell me that you are horny, baby?" He growled, giving me a slow, teasing thrust with lils hips.

A ragged breath left me as he lit up my nerve ending, I couldn't talk, all I managed to do was nod, I was too focused on the intense pleasure he elicited in me to form words.

"Humm, does my little angel want her daddy to take care of her?" The words from his mouth were sinful and brought a delicious sense of shame within me. Only half-thinking, I nodded and he spoke cruelly.

"I need your words."

"Yes, daddy." I whispered, sinking further into the shame and the want of having him take care of me and my needs.

"Good girl." he praised me in his gruff voice, making me shudder in delight.

There was something about his voice that teased my sense, he made a sound feel like the most possessive touch. While Riccardo's voice ass was a soft caress and Marshall's a teasing touch, Kingston's was all hard and unforgiving. All of them were my favorite, sometimes, I preferred one over the other, like now when I need the and unforgiving because anything else might have softened me enough to spill my secret.

In an expected move, he lifted me and threw me over his shoulder, causing me to yell out in alarm. A hard smack on my ass was the only warning to quiet down. He carried me to his enormous desk, and after sweeping away all it contained onto the floor, he deposited me on it. The meta desk felt unbearably cold against my heated skin and I hissed at the sensation. He made quick work of my clothes, wrenching my top off and the pants along with my panties in quick succession. Only when he had me naked before him did my brain wake up enough to realize.

"What do we have here?" He wondered aloud as he tugged slightly on a string.

A string that was connected to my tampon. My eyes widened and my check flushed with embarrassment. Fuck, this couldn't be happening. I immediately tried to close my legs, trying to keep him from seeing anything more but he wouldn't let me. Instead, he pushed them farther apart, I could literally feel his gaze on my pussy and the string Hanging out of it.

"L..umm..." my cheeks were burning from the humiliation.

"I am kind of on my period right now?" It ended up sounding more like a questi

a

confession.

"I forget," I tried to explain, though unnecessarily.

Again, I tried to forcefully close my legs but his hands were still holding onto my knees and he was not letting go. I didn't want to look at him and see his disgusted reaction, but I couldn't help it as my eyes found his. The appalled expression I was waiting to replace was anything but, his eyes were on my pussy so intently and so fixedly that it couldn't hide his fascination. His darkened eyes were practically darker now and there was so much heat in them that my struggle to close my legs stilled completely.

"Do you have another tampon with you?" He asked hoarsely.

"...yes?" I replied, confused.

"Good, then you can use that one after."

Before I could comprehend what he was saying, he grabbed the string and pulled the tampon out. If my check weren't burning before, they were on fucking fire now. My whole body was flushed in embarrassment. I tried not to look, I really did but it was impossible to not notice the bloodied tampon dangling from his hand. He quickly reached underneath his desk and I could hear the item being thrown in a garbage can. The soft thud as it landed was horrifying but not as horrifying as now being without the one thing that would keep pussy from leaking blood.

"What are you....we don't need to..."

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