Dean.
Her finger traced a slow, deliberate line down my c**k until it reached the ring, then circled it — teasing, testing. She pressed her full palm against the head and rubbed, slow enough to drag a groan from deep inside me.
“You’re not supposed to do that…” I managed, my voice breaking between breath and restraint.
“Then turn around and teach me a lesson, daddy,” she whispered, rising on her toes so her tongue could graze my ear, licking it like a dare.
Her hand never stopped — soft, steady strokes that made every vein stand out. My grip tightened on the counter’s edge, knuckles white, as if holding on was the only thing keeping me from losing control.
Her words hit me like a spark to gasoline.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Molly…” I growled, my voice cracking with a s
