“I’m close,” I moaned.
I knew he’d pull away. I thought I was prepared, but I felt so bereft. I longed for his touch. He stroked himself as he watched me spread out on his desk.
When my breathing calmed, Daddy leaned over me.
“Good girl,” he said in that low, raspy voice. “If you continue being a good girl, I will reward you with my cock.”
He started thrusting against my clit again, but this time he leaned over me. He plucked at my n*****s.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back with the dual, sensual assault.
I was supposed to be docile. I knew that’s what Daddy ultimately wanted, but I needed him.
I reached up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him to me. He came toward me with a smile, so I hoped I wasn’t delaying anything.
I just needed to taste him.
Daddy thrust hi
