Chapter 5.

The Next Day

Hazel woke up to the cruel embrace of a sharp headache.

Pain pulsed through her skull, pounding in sync with the heavy weight of last night's memories crashing down on her. The events replayed vividly, piercing through her mind like shards of glass.

Her chest tightened, a sharp sting blooming deep within her as though a dagger had been lodged into her heart. She could barely breathe. The ache was unbearable, making every second of last night's events all the more hauntingly clear-etched into her like an inescapable, permanent mark.

Axel.

The way his hands had moved over her skin. The way his tongue had stolen her breath, guiding her into an intoxicating pleasure she had never known.

A shudder crawled up her spine, heat rushing through her body as the memory threatened to consume her again.

Hazel felt cheap.

She had a boyfriend. A good one. Yet, last night, she had shamelessly thrown herself at Axel-and worse, he had denied her at first, yet she had pushed further.

The humiliation burned through her, but what truly unsettled her was the fact that she wasn't drowning in guilt. She should have felt disgusted with herself, but instead, a dark whisper curled around her thoughts...

She wanted more.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shove the filthy longing away.

Hazel hated that she had cheated on her innocent boyfriend. But she hated herself more for not feeling the kind of guilt that should have come with it. Instead, she was fighting an even darker battle-the craving to feel Axel's mouth on her again.

No. No.

This was wrong.

She dragged herself out of bed, her body still humming with unshakable awareness. Rushing into the bathroom, she scrubbed herself clean, as if washing away last night's sins. But nothing-not the scalding water, not the frantic rub of soap against her skin-could erase the fire Axel had ignited.

Minutes later, she dressed swiftly, throwing on a modest outfit before heading to the door. But just as she reached for the handle, her breath caught.

Axel.

He was walking toward her room.

Panic surged through her. Hazel's heart pounded as she backed away, pressing her spine against the door as if that alone could keep him out. Her breaths came in shallow gasps.

A knock.

She bit her lip, willing herself to stay silent.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of retreating footsteps told her he had left. Only then did she let out a shaky exhale.

She waited a few minutes before slipping out, her steps hurried. She couldn't let him see her. No. Statement reframed. She couldn't afford to see him. She would crave more and more until she was nothing but a needy little cheating thing.

Skipping breakfast, she rushed through the exit, sliding into her car just before Axel could come downstairs.

At School

The day dragged painfully, her thoughts held captive by a single tormenting memory-

Axel.

His hands. His mouth.

She could still feel them. She didn't know which was bad. The feeling of guilt that refused to come, or the unspeakable desire and yearning for more of whatever Axel had to offer.

Disgust warred with pleasure. Hazel had tried to drown the thoughts with classwork, but nothing worked. She kept wondering what else Axel's hands and tongue were capable of.

It was maddening.

She was supposed to be riddled with guilt. So why wasn't she? Why was she desiring him instead? The thought of it sickened her guts.

A soft voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Are you okay?"

Hazel blinked, turning to Tracy, whose eyes studied her with concern.

She forced a smile-fake, but convincing enough.

"I'm perfectly fine."

Tracy wasn't buying it.

"Are you sure?" she pressed.

Hazel hesitated. A part of her wanted to confess everything. But she couldn't. Not when Tracy had always warned her about Axel.

So she swallowed the truth and smiled again, this time with a little more effort.

"I'm fine."

Tracy eyed her for some seconds but let it go.

Just as she was about to speak again, Hazel cut her off, knowing exactly where the conversation would go.

"We should check out a few clubs tonight. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Tracy blinked, stunned.

"Who are you and what have you done with Hazel?" she teased. "Since when do you want to go clubbing?"

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Since today."

She needed distraction. Needed something strong-vodka, tequila, anything-to erase Axel from her mind.

Tracy shot her a suspicious glare, struggling to buy the reason.

"Look here." Hazel mused.

"I have never had a problem with the club, just that I have a father who thinks I am every man's dream lady before I walk around with equipment heavier than some twenty-21-year-old lady and..." her words rolled into the air as she slumped into the table uncertain of how to go on with the words.

"Oh my God! We have to celebrate!" Tracy practically screamed, drawing the attention of half the library.

Hazel let out a genuine chuckle for the first time that day.

"Lower your voice, you lunatic."

Tracy grinned mischievously. Indeed, Hazel was right to her.

"Wait-what about Axel? Won't he get mad if he finds out?"

Hazel exhaled sharply. With Tracy around she can never seem to run away from Axel. Not with his name flying across her lips at every second. "Forget about him, Tracy. He doesn't own me."

He can never find out.

Tracy spared her a genuine smile, giggling at Hazel's new improvement.

Later That Night

Hazel, Tracy, and Armstrong had gone shopping for new outfits before heading to the club.

When they walked in, all eyes were on Hazel.

She was a vision-pure temptation wrapped in sinful fabric.

Her black leather mini skirt hugged her hips, exposing just enough of her thighs to entice. Her white crop top, oversized and effortlessly sexy, was adorned with bold, sultry words:

'Suck me.'

She led the way, her confidence radiating. The sway of her hips was enough to steal every gaze in the room.

Armstrong's hand rested lightly on her waist.

They made their way to the bar.

"Three bottles of vodka," Armstrong ordered.

They popped the drinks open, the night stretching into something wild and reckless.

Elsewhere...

Axel had spent his evening at the fashion studio before agreeing to meet his best friend, Alex, at a low-key club.

A club where he wouldn't be recognized.

Seated in the VIP section, Axel was sipping his whiskey when-

She walked in.

His grip on his glass tightened. His blood boiled.

Hazel.

She looked breathtaking. Dressed in a dangerously short skirt, her red lips curving into something irresistibly tempting.

But it wasn't just her outfit that had Axel seeing red.

It was the man beside her.

Armstrong.

His hand rested on her waist. Possessively.

Axel's vision darkened. His jaw clenched, fists curling as pure, unfiltered rage tore through him.

How dare that bastard?

He stood up, the urge to rip Armstrong's hands off Hazel's body unbearable.

Alex quickly pulled him back.

"Axel, sit down."

"Get your hands off me."

"Axel, please. Don't cause a scene."

Axel exhaled sharply, forcing himself back into his seat. His eyes, however, remained locked on Hazel.

She was his.

And yet, she was standing there, letting another man touch her.

Alex hesitated before speaking. "What's going on, man? Why are you so pissed?"

Axel's voice was like ice.

"Because that bastard is touching my property."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Your property? You don't have a girlfriend."

Axel's glare sharpened.

"I don't need one to have a property. Hazel is mine."

Alex sighed. "What are you gonna do?"

Axel's smirk was deadly.

"Kill her driver. Assign her new guards. And... teach her a lesson."

Alex gulped. "What lesson?"

Axel's eyes darkened.

The kind she'll never forget.

Hazel, oblivious to Axel's burning gaze, was in Armstrong's arms when her drink accidentally spilled onto her clothes.

"Damn it," she muttered.

"I'm so sorry, Hazel."

She waved it off. "It's fine. I'll just use the restroom."

But the moment she stepped inside-

A voice.

Deep. Rough. Dangerous.

"Are you in Washington to a club or to study?"

Her heart stopped.

She turned-

And locked eyes with Axel. Pleasure sparkles mixed with fear ran through her body, although his voice came out stern there was this part that got her pussy throbbing as the thought of what happened yesterday played freshly into her mind for the umpteenth time

"Are you suddenly feverish? Why can't you talk or even take a turn to stare at my face?"

Hazel felt her legs buckle as fear surged into every vein in her body.

His hands gripped her arms and he pinned her roughly to the walls.

"Who was that guy?" his cold yet anger-filled eyes bored into hers and she trembled at the new side of him that she had never encountered.

"Answer me," he yelled into her face and she let off a soft whimper as tears came rolling down her eyes.

His heart pierced as though a dagger was thrust into his heart, slowly he did away with the monstrous look he had on his face, his heart arching terribly for scaring her and cursing her pain.

His hands cupped her soft cheeks and he slid one of his fingers into her mouth, dragging her lips hard while she just placed her head on the wall, her pussy dripping wet from that very action.

"I don't want you near anybody momma." his voice came up barely above a whisper and she felt her pussy spurting in response to his voice.

He leaned in and inhaled her cologne, his hands pressing and squeezing her, while she bit on her lower lips trying really hard to suppress the moan that was threatening to escape her mouth.

His teeth graced her neck and she shuddered.

"Only I have the right to your body momma, only I have the right to your fucking body. Don't you ever give my property out." he squeezed her even more, and she let out a whimper, his voice was compelling and domineering, yet they had this undertone that kept her pussy on the very edge of exploding.

"I would never dare." she subconsciously affirmed in pleasure and he gritted his teeth, kissing at the nap of her neck while she inhaled moans.

He pulled away from her, his eyes caressing all her body.

He wanted to let her go.

To watch her change without pushing her but his cock was already throbbing just to have her.

Hazel felt her heart tremble as he hovered inches away from her. She knew she had to stay away from him, her normal Hazel would yell at him and tell him never to come close, but she couldn't help the feeling that she was having underneath her legs the feeling that only he had the antidote to.

Her mind might not want this but her body and eyes were saying otherwise.

In one swift move, he raised her up and positioned her on the sink, spreading her legs wide open, his palm fondling her soft ass through her cloth.

"I am going to punish you in ways that your cloth has commanded momma, I am going to suck you till you can no longer feel your legs momma." His husky voice sounded dark, as his eyes took in every inch of her.

Hazel couldn't speak, she could only stare down at the crest on her clothes and she shook uncontrollably.

"The sultry wish of your clothes is the desired command of my tongue!"

With that, he pushed her skirt up, and his hands brushed her pussy as he reached for her pant and pulled it down, slipping them into his pocket.

"Ummmm" he licked on the small juice that his hand had gained from just brushing against her pussy.

"Heavens, Momma. You taste like sin."

Chapter 6.

Hazel stared at the nasty-looking Axel, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

She wanted to stop him-to yell at him and tell him to stop. But. She couldn't. Her body wanted it, and it arched so bad yearning for him-desiring whatever it was he had done to her body yesterday.

Axel's grey eyes locked against hers.

His hands found her under thighs and he scouted her to the edge of the marble stand.

A gentle gasp escaped the corners of Hazel's lips and her hands hurriedly found the sink, clutching onto it for dare life-their eyes not letting go of each other.

The tension in the air thickened and

awkwardness wrapped a grip against it-their heart pounding in rhythm to the breath that they took.

Hazel could barely fix her thoughts together. She felt trapped under the haze of his mesmerizing gaze-that sent a squirm of sensation across her spine.

"First." The silence in the air shattered as Axel's deep velvety voice shimmered through the air.

"I am going to punish you for shutting the door and running away from me, earlier this morning"

Hazel's breath stilled.

And heat prickled her skin. Hot. Scorching.

He had seen her. Holy fuck!

"Secondly, I am going to punish you for coming to the club without my permission."

A soft innocent pout kissed her lips at the sound of his promises and her stomach tightened into a deep sensual knot.

A muscle in Axel's breath hitched and he clicked his tongue. Hell! She looked freaking innocent pouting her lips that way and he was trying so hard to not bend her over and shove his entire length into her warm tight hole.

But then, he desired more than just a fuck. He wanted so much time, he wanted to take things slow with her-he wanted her body to enjoy every form of foreplay, cause when he eventually decided to fuck her, he was going to go the Dom and Submiss. A world, where foreplay barely existed. Just sex. Rough. Hard and a little bit of however he freaking wanted it.

Their eyes were still firmly locked against each other, and with one rough thrust, his hand teased her pussy tip and he drove his thick long fingers into her tight cunt.

Hazel's breath hitched.

Her back arched as she felt the intrusion of his finger.

"Oh my fucking goodness!" she roared out a moan, her face twitching to adjust to the pain that was gradually turning into pleasure.

"That's for running away from me baby girl." He licked his lower lips seductively and stared at her pink juicy hole.

His shaft throbbed uncontrollably in his trouser as he glanced slightly at her pink hole.

A vein in his pulse tightened. Her hole was so inviting.

He resumed staring at her, his finger going in and out of her pussy while the other teased her clits.

"Oh goodness... oh!" Hazel moaned, her back arching into pleasure while her toes curled up.

Her head rolled backward as the pleasure slithered across her vein but his deep velvety voice interrupted, sending a thrill across her spine.

"Don't you dare look away!"

"Keep your eyes locked against mine baby girl, or I am going to fuck your skulls out!"

Hazel shuddered under the domination she could swear she never liked. The possession she thought twitched her stomach into knots of disgust. But here she was, liking it. Wanting to do more of the things that would make him possess her.

Axel slid in another finger, making it two, stretching her tight wall. He increased the pace of his fingers and her hands trembled from the pleasure and how long she had to hold onto the sink.

She bit on her lower lip trying to contain her moans and groans, but it didn't work. He was working magic into her.

"Do you like how I finger fuck you? or do you want my face buried underneath your legs?" the corner of his lips stretched out to a devilish smile and she cried out in pleasure.

His voice was a force between raspy and hoarse while his fingers stroked her pussy until her knees buckled.

"Oh my goodness." Hazel yelped, grabbing the sink tighter and throwing her head backward.

"Look at me now,"Axel ordered in one thick voice, his deep grey eyes piercing into her hazel green eyes.

Hazel swallowed, knowing that he wouldn't let her go so easily, he was going to torture her with this pleasure.

As his fingers rolled in and out of her dripping core, she felt that particular feeling, the one she had yesterday.

"Oh my fucking goodness, daddy. I am going to pee." she cried out as her body shuddered her hips rocking back and forth.

"Don't you dare, don't you dare do that baby girl," His rasping and hoarse voice came out stern yet it passed a large amount of chills down her spine.

"Oh no, Daddy! Please! Forgive baby girl." she cried out, as she felt her orgasm at the peek.

Axel grinned, loving the way her body trembled and shuddered underneath his grip, but he didn't want her to cum yet.

Hazel shut her eyes, enclosing her palm around her mouth, while holding firmly onto the sink, this time Axel had increased the pace of his finger, driving roughly into her cunt while the other hand rubbed the tip of her clit ferociously-her cries filling the air in pure ecstacy.

Axel didn't have any mercy on her this time, because every time Hazel opened her eyes, she saw his intense eyes on her as if he was studying her with great interest.

She felt that sensation again, the anticipation, and she almost couldn't handle it anymore, she couldn't hold her orgasm in like he commanded.

"Fuck! Daddy, please, I can't hold in anymore! Oh god, I am..." She broke off screaming in pleasure when Axel pushed his index finger deeper inside and her whole body tensed in response.

"Fucking yes Daddy..." her words trailed into a moan as her orgasm hit hard at her, it was like an explosion that burst through her body with so much force. She couldn't help the scream that tore through her throat as she came, squirting all over.

In one moved, he lowered his face to her pussy and claimed her pussy lips, lapping greedily on her juice, while she kept breathing out heavily.

The scent of her pussy made his balls twitch and his mouth water with desire and lust.

He leaned in and kissed her lips passionately, so she could have the nice taste of herself. It was their first-ever kiss and it made her pussy spurt, pools of heat flowing down her body in such pleasure that she had never experienced from another, not even her boyfriend.

His right hand walked its way to her pussy and he pressed it roughly together before pulling away, watching the shuddering effect his action had on her.

"You should get going your friends might be worried, but you are not getting away from me. I am going to teach you a lesson for cumming when I did not permit you!" Without another word, he leaned into her and bit at the nap of her neck, feeling her quiver.

He shot her a steamy stare, and licked softly on his lips before stepping out, leaving her to bask in the pleasure he would bring to her when he eventually decided to punish her.

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Hazel returned to the club.

Heart pounding.

Makeup smuggled.

"What took you so long?" Armstrong asked not sharing the same worried expression as Tracy.

A feeling of guilt splashed across her spine as she stared at Armstrong-guilty for betraying him when all he had ever done was love her delicately.

"I am sorry guys, you know I am not used to this, I had to do away with something cause I was having a terrible stomach upset."

A flat lie that Armstrong could see through, but he pushed past it.

"I am sorry I yelled at you, I was just worried."

He pulled her into his arms and she nodded her head, placing her head on his not-so-built chest.

"I am sorry you have a stomach upset, Hazel. You should be on your way home" Worriedly, Tracy suggested and Hazel could not be any more grateful.

She really needed a moment away from all this... the whole guilt that was clutching her heart so tight like death ferocious grip.

"Yes yes." she hurriedly pulled away from Armstrong's arm.

"I will really appreciate that, Tracy. I really think I should go."

Armstrong let out a frustrating exhale. He gave her a few kisses before she left, but his mind kept troubling him and pointing to him her areas of change which he did well to avoid.

Back at home.

"Ha!" Hazel exclaimed, falling back into the bed. The thoughts of Axel and his magical hands clogged her mind, immediately.

The thought of him bringing pools of heat down her legs alongside some wetness to her pussy.

She let out another sigh yet again, the thought of Armstrong invaded her mind also. She visited and agreed to school in Washington because she wanted to be with her boyfriend, but everything seemed to be changing drastically. And her father? What would her father think when he finds out that she has been screwing his best friend just because his hand worked magically on her-the same best friend that was meant to protect.

While she was at it, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the beeping sound of her phone.

Hazel heart missed a beat as she grabbed her phone to meet Axel's message.

"Come take your pants before it serves as a face towel, baby girl!"

Chapter 7.

Hazel stared at the message on her screen, her lips twitching into a smile as a wave of heat rushed through her body. A shiver of pleasure curled down her spine, anticipation already sparking beneath her skin.

She slipped into a red lace lingerie set, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves. A sheer lace jacket draped over her shoulders, leaving her stomach exposed. As her fingers traced the smooth skin of her waist, her gaze locked onto her reflection in the mirror.

She wanted to act like she was only going there to retrieve her pants. But deep down, she knew the truth-her body ached, her core pulsed with need. The fire between her legs couldn't be ignored. And only he had the antidote to the wetness that had gathered from a single text.

All her worries from seconds ago were suddenly gone-replaced with nothing but the thoughts of getting her pants back. At least, so she said to herself.

Tying her hair into a sleek ponytail, she turned slightly, admiring the curve of her hips. It was almost laughable how long she had spent picturing the way his tongue would feel against her skin.

Exhaling sharply, she cast herself one final glance before stepping out of the room.

At his door, she adjusted her breasts slightly, her fingers grazing the swell of soft flesh before knocking.

She knew he loved red. This was just a taste of his favorite wine. And even though she had sworn to hate him for years, she still knew exactly what he liked-and what he didn't.

"Come in, baby girl. The door is wide open for you... just like your pussy will be for my dick."

Heat pooled low in her belly at the rasp of his voice, the filthiness of his words making her thighs clench. She swallowed hard before pushing the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. Lust hung thick in the air.

The moment Hazel entered, Axel inhaled sharply, her scent curling around him. The room was perfectly air-conditioned, yet the sight of her sent a burning need straight to his cock.

His gaze dragged over her body, drinking her in-heavy tits barely contained in the skimpy lingerie, her tiny waist, and those long, toned legs encased in delicate lace. The sheer red jacket hugged her curves, outlining the swell of her ass.

Even in the dim lighting, her skin glowed with health.

His dick twitched at the sight of her. The need to bury himself inside her was almost unbearable. Meanwhile, Hazel felt her skin prickle under his intense stare, his grey eyes darkening with raw hunger.

"Did you meet any guards on your way?" His voice was hoarse, but controlled.

Hazel arched a brow. "Are you scared they might find out?"

A smirk curled at his lips. "Scared? No, momma. They should be scared-because I wouldn't hesitate to take the head of any bastard who stares too long at what's mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shudder through her. Her cheeks burned.

"You're too damn sexy not to get a second look, momma. And I don't like sharing my favorite things." His tongue darted out, running over his lower lip as he finally took in the color she was wearing.

Red.

His red.

"Come here, momma."

Hazel hesitated, her pulse hammering against her ribs.

"You look so sexy, momma. So fucking sexy."

His voice was thick, heavy with need. His eyes devoured her curves, his hands visibly itching to touch-grip-own.

Hazel's breath hitched. Under his heated stare, she suddenly felt shy.

"Come over here, come to Daddy."

That name. Daddy.

She had given it to him once, teasingly. But now, it dripped with unspoken dominance.

As if under a spell, her legs moved on their own. With each step, her hips swayed, the soft giggle of her breasts making his cock strain against his pants.

Before she could close the distance, Axel yanked her forward, slamming her back against the wall. He didn't have much patience. A gasp flew from her lips, but he was already there-his nose grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath hot against her throat.

A soft moan spilled from her lips.

"You claim to hate me," he murmured, his lips ghosting over her pulse. "Yet here you are, wearing my favorite color, seducing me. Isn't that hilarious, momma?"

His tongue flicked against her skin, and she whimpered, her back arching. A flood of pleasure washed over her, making her tremble.

His teeth scraped over her collarbone, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Every touch sent shockwaves through her, overwhelming, intoxicating.

His left hand slid down, cupping her ass possessively. His right hand curled around her throat-not squeezing, just resting there, a silent promise of control.

Axel knew he should hold back.

He was a dominant in every sense of the word. And with her, he wanted to be soft-needed to be soft.

But when it came to the bedroom?

He couldn't guarantee just how gentle his cock would be.

His length throbbed painfully against his pants, straining for her heat. He was hard-just like he always was.

Hazel moaned as he trailed kisses down her body, his fingers digging into her waist, his nose inhaling her scent like she was his favorite drug, while his other hand fondled her succulent ass.

"Oh...Daddy...." she moaned out as his tongue reached her ear, licking softly and sending random whispers into her ear.

"I am going to eat you, so damn raw baby girl!"

"Hmmm." he moaned against her skin and her body vibrated in mare pleasures.

Her hands found their way to his back and she slowly began to trail her fingers all over his body, while he groaned in pleasure.

Deep down, Axel wanted something more than foreplay. He wanted to have her in his bed, not just once, but perhaps, forever.

But he was scared, scared of how feeble she looked.

His hands fell to her tiny waist and they squeezed her like she was nothing more than just a piece of paper.

"You are my property, Hazel. Mine alone." his tongue graced the nape of her neck, his heart sinks as the thought of Armstrong holding her this way.

The sounds that fell from her lips only turned him on more and he began sucking lightly on her fleshy neck, before pulling away and placing his mouth on her chest.

He hovered inches away from her and stared lustfully at her, his face filled with lust and desire, alongside a seductive grin.

"You are all mine, Hazel! And I do not want you near him." His voice was stern and it held a huge amount of confidence, if he didn't refer to her by her name, she wouldn't have tagged it seriously, even with the burning glare lingering in his eyes.

However, Hazel only wanted to bask in this moment, to be fingered, sucked, and laid, whatever it is he was saying could be attended to later, It was nothing close to being her business for now.

After one lustful stare, he jerked her up and wrapped her legs around his torso, his fuck tools threatening to rip off his boxer.

His hands held onto her ass, and her legs wrapped around his neck while he lead them to his table, drooling over her.

Finally, he positioned her on the table, his hands not letting go of her waist.

Hazel stared down at his hard member and she felt her heart race, as the fear of being destroyed captivated her.

"Do not stare too much baby girl, it might run out of temper!" he chuckled away the fear that her eyes concealed

Hazel gulped down.

And for the first time since she walked into this room the guilty thoughts of betraying her boyfriend with the man she claimed she hated so well nagged into her.

However, her thoughts were soon interrupted by the feeling that followed suit as Axel tore away her lingerie bra, her heavy tits falling off, voluntarily.

She moaned out softly at the gentle visit of his tongue against her erect nipples.

"hmmm" she cried slowly in pleasure and Axel's shaft twisted in pure ecstasy.

The thoughts of how well her pussy would taste invaded his mind.

His right hand fondled her breast while the left held into the one he was sucking.

Hazel held onto his hair, her back arching in pleasure while she moaned out at the pleasure that combusted into her.

A slight whimper racked through her throat as his teeth bit slightly into her pink nipples, igniting the burning pleasure that cascaded down her body.

"Oh fucking goodness, Daddy! I am fucking cumming." she cried out as pleasure hit hard at every vein in her body.

"Don't you dare cum, momma!" if there is one thing Hazel had noticed was that he called her 'momma when he was serious.

"Oh, my fucking goodness, Daddy! please help!" she cried out in pleasure and he chuckled as his hands fondled her boobs while his mouth did justice to the other.

Hazel shook violently as she tried so hard to keep herself from cumming, but it was the last thing she knew how to do.

In no time she felt her orgasm invading her walls, as they tightened really hard, her body crashed roughly against him, while she gave an animalistic cry.

"Fucking goodness, Daddy..." she whimpered in pleasure and he grunted softly as he held into her ass to prevent her fall.

As she panted heavily he whispered into her ear.

"You have disobeyed me three fucking times momma, how well do you like your punishment, my finger, my tongue, or my junior Axel?"he whispered and Hazel whined as a response.

"You know what else is going to hurt?" his breath against her cheek made shivers course down her spine.

"What daddy?" she whimpered out and he placed a single kiss on her cheek before whispering seductively in her ear again.

"I'll punish you with both." he purred.

Before she knew it, he ripped her panties off of her and tossed them aside, leaving a trail of wetness in her panties.

"Position that ass into a doggy, momma. Let me lick your plate clean!"