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He tells you to undress and lie down, and your hands are already moving. His mouth waters, eyes glued to you as you unfold before him. You're slick, glistening—irresistible, like water in the desert to a man half-dead with thirst.
Patrick licks his lips briefly, kneeling beside the edge of the bed and pulling you closer by the ankles. You squeal but don’t resist.
“I’m just going to,” he rasps, his breath hot against your skin, “…eat you out until you pass out. That sort of thing, you know?”
He presses small, feather-like kisses along your folds. His mouth is warm, slow, devastating. His tongue is firm, his strokes patient—like he’s praying with your body.
You moan. Writhe. Your thighs begin to shake.
Then—instinctively—you reach down to thread your fingers through his hair.
SMACK.
A light spank to your inner thigh—not painful, but sharp enough to jolt you.
He doesn’t even look up. His voice, muffled:
“Did I say you could touch me?”
You gasp. Your hands snap back to the sheets.
He goes back in.
A minute later—you can’t help it. Your knees start to close around his head.
SMACK.
Again. That same warm sting against the soft part of your thigh.
This time, he does look up.
“Keep them open, Cupcake. Don’t make Daddy remind you again.”
He sucks your clit into his mouth—greedily, desperately. His face is drenched in your slick. The sounds he’s making are obscene—slurps, squelches, groans—all loud, on purpose, humiliating you until you can’t form words.
“Look at me,” he hisses suddenly against your swollen heat. “I want you to see me making a mess out of you.”
“I— I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” Patrick nips just above your clit. “Do it for me, Cupcake. Do it for Daddy.”
You fist the sheets and finally tilt your head down, staring through the haze to watch his mouth ruining you. His eyes are dark like the night sky—mocking you, controlling your every breath.
And you know you’re going to cum harder than ever.
Because he’s not giving you a choice.