Crossing The Line (Daddy’s Best Friend) 3

Slowly, I pulled the toy out of me and turned around.

And there he was.

Damien.

Standing by my open bedroom door.

Watching me.

His grey eyes were dark—heavy with something that made my breath catch instantly.

“W–what…” I stuttered, my legs snapping shut instinctively, the toy still in my hand. “How the fuck did you get in here?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Just kept staring.

Like he couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stop,” he said finally, his voice low.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

“Please… don’t stop because I’m here,” he added, his tone dropping even further. “I heard you moaning my name.”

My stomach tightened.

“Let me watch you.”

He moved closer to the bed, slow, controlled, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“Spread those beautiful legs for me, Camilla,” he whispered.

My breath hitched.

And just like that—

I obeyed.

Slowly, deliberately, I parted my legs for him again.

His gaze dropped instantly.

Hungry.

Focused.

He slipped his hands into his pockets, standing there like he was holding himself back.

I brought the toy back between my legs, dragging it slowly through my wetness as I watched him.

His eyes didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

That look alone gave me more confidence than anything.

I pushed the toy back inside me slowly, my lips parting as a soft moan escaped.

“Faster, Camilla.”

His voice snapped through me.

Sharp.

Commanding.

I moaned louder this time, my hips starting to move quicker, the toy sliding in and out of me as my body responded to him—only him.

“I want your cock…” I whimpered. “Please…”

“You’re not getting it,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips, “unless you behave like a good girl.”

My body clenched at his words.

“Now,” he added, his voice dropping, “faster.”

I obeyed.

I couldn’t not.

My pace picked up, my body trembling as I drove the toy deeper, harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me.

My toes curled.

My fingers found my nipple again, pinching, pulling, as I moaned openly for him.

“Fuck… I want you, Damien…”

“Are you close?” he asked, his voice rougher now.

“Yes—fuck, yes,” I gasped. “I like it when you watch me…”

His eyes darkened further.

He pulled his hands from his pockets—and that’s when I saw it.

The outline of him.

Hard.

Straining against his slacks.

God.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled the toy out and shifted onto my knees, crawling toward him, desperate.

But he shook his head.

“No,” he said softly, already reaching for his jacket. “You don’t get my cock today.”

I froze.

“What—?”

“I want to please you,” he added, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside.

That stopped me.

Completely.

I sat back on the edge of the bed, my legs falling open again without thinking.

Exposing everything.

For him.

His gaze dropped once more.

And this time—

He moved.

He sank to his knees between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs as he leaned in, his breath warm against my skin.

Then—

He buried his face between my legs.

His tongue and mouth going to work immediately.

“—oh my God,” I cried out, my body jolting at the first touch.

His tongue moved against me, slow at first… then deeper.

He licked, teased, then suckled, his mouth closing over me as his tongue circled my clit with practiced precision.

A sharp gasp tore from my lips.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, keeping me exactly where he wanted me as he buried his face deeper between my legs.

“Fuck…” he muttered against me, his voice rough, vibrating through my body. “I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like.”

My breath hitched.

“And fuck… you taste so damn good.”

The words alone made my body jolt.

I moaned louder, my fingers tangling into his hair as I pushed him closer, pressing him deeper into me.

“Oh God…”

My hips moved on their own, rolling against his mouth as I rode his face, chasing that feeling building fast inside me.

His tongue flicked faster.

More deliberate.

More intense.

Every movement calculated.

Like he knew exactly how to break me.

“God… I’m close,” I breathed, my voice trembling.

“Good,” he murmured against me. “I want to feel it… want to taste you when you come.”

The way he said it—

Low.

Possessive.

It sent a sharp wave through me.

His tongue pressed harder, faster, his mouth working me without mercy as my grip in his hair tightened.

“Oh fuck—” I cried out, my body tensing.

And then—

I broke.

Hard.

My back arched as a loud moan ripped from my throat, my body shaking as the orgasm hit, my thighs tightening around his head.

He didn’t stop.

Not immediately.

He kept going, slower now, dragging it out, making every last second of it linger as I came apart completely.

God—

What was he doing to me?

Why did he make me feel like this?

He shouldn’t.

He wasn’t supposed to.

He was my father’s best friend.

And somehow…

That only made it worse.

Made me want him more.

My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath.

Slowly, my grip on his hair loosened.

Damien pulled away, standing to his full height as he adjusted himself, his gaze still dark, still locked on me.

He reached up, loosening his tie, pulling it free from around his neck with slow, deliberate movements.

His eyes never left mine.

Not for a second.

“Now…” he said, his voice low, edged with something dangerous.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

He stepped closer.

“Like the whore you’ve been begging to be.”