She comes undone with one word. Dio mio, she’s perfect. I let her ride out her orgasm, watching every twitch, every gasp. Slowly, I slide my fingers out. She whimpers at the loss, her body still trembling.
She watches me as I suck my fingers clean, eyes locked on mine. Then her hands trail down my chest, stopping at the band of my boxers.
“Are you teasing me, little one?”
“Maybe,” she says, smirking.
I raise a brow. “Maybe? Sounds like someone wants to be punished.”
I lean down and bite her hardened n****e. She moans, sliding her hand into my boxers, wrapping her fingers around my hard-on. She strokes me painfully slow, eyes full of mischief.
“Tesoro mio,” I warn.
“Yes, Daddy?”
Fuck. Did she really just say that?
Her voice, that word—it makes me even harder. I grab her gently and
